What we do,
shapes the lives
that we make.
What we do,
Another day of internet fame
Giving our selfies to the world
Loving fake realism abound
Bright as diamonds and pearls.
We could reflect on vanity
We could unpack and unfurl
This camera lens needs a model,
Please be the next Cover Girl.
Recent Art: The Truly Amazing
Handpicked; no filter, true—why wait?
These photos; we are scrolling pages,
Even on fine dinner dates.
Selfless as one must be
To take the perfect selfie
Relax and snap that picture;
Capture your inner luxury.
Becoming as real as we are,
Face to face with the stars.
Another day to have,
Shower, eat, read, be -Exist…
Only after we wake.
Even the morning seems acutely somber
Broad clouded skies hold steady longer
Green leaves thick ripped from their place
Void departed relatives we save nigh space
Juxtapose this deep cutting- chilled contrast
Waiting for summer’s waning neb to fast pass
Vexed by cruel and unrelenting, stiff nature
Fool-heartedly with their lives they wager
On a single day we wish to stay the same
On forcible winds we wish to have changed
Man can live amongst this time and watch,
As he winds the seasonable swift ticking clock.
Strong Autumn winds blow in;
Through trees, on a whim- these limbs,
and shadows made of them.
Exhausted year, once again…
Biers and tears,
Free and easy,
Mind’s been cleared.
Coming up wasted and frustrated-
Elliot Smith came up roses,
Empty handed impatience,
Changing mindset with practiced poses.
Some of the best luck of all time,
Some of the unluckiest best times,
Some logic takes heavy loads off minds.
Some laziness, what!? -The awful crime.
Round corners above pavement,
On a bike,
Life is dangerous,
Backpack filled with book pages,
Summer’s gone recently, but not for long,
This weather; indifferent, right, or wrong.
The Midwest is at least unique in that it is unpredictable in clime.
And I imagine Simon and Garfunkel will enjoy their vodka and lime.
Being in love means always having enough,
Doesn’t matter with the who, when, or what;
Shining brighter than the moon, stars, and sun,
Love touches, molds, and changes everyone.
That would be being in love.
Come right past
Cool breeze day
I’m fine with that
Swing to and fro
Practiced at relaxed
Season’s change and grow
A time to retract
Life’s right now
Everyday to act
Moments of wow
Home is on the path
Astonished, reflecting the year that passed
As they say: don’t look back, don’t look back
Broken bones under flesh fortress
lacking compassion, brass tact,
watching misshapen clouds float by
lives ending every breath they pass.
Dine on colon cancer while
sipping cirrhosis of the liver.
Indulging just to indulge,
dropping bombs, “peace giver”.
Common sense factors in this;
complain about maligned malaise,
bike past full-up Mc Donald’s
those sick and confused sit for days.
People stunned, smoke and speak,
running once a week, not for health-
weakened knees, speckled disease
always giving up when in doubt.
I can’t, I have a mirror to answer to,
how does one explain that?
No need for a child right now,
I already own a cat.
Women in a hallway laugh in high-pitched gasps
Keyboard sounds each letter, each word, each mark
Columns and books and pages and paper and carts
Hands have been tied; set in motion, all of our lives
Anointed anecdotes for possible and realistic potion
Motion in the lines, value and dots; we make art a lot,
Half-assed cross-hatched chicken-scratch, this and that
Comparison in passion, although found it tough to relate
Mouth agape, unwanted sentences we slate, as of late-
Contribute contraband, questions, and propaganda
With what is the stamina; have we not enough coffee?
Have we lost are heads in puffy clouds above so lofty?
Most moments digress, then forget, find the path, then again forget
Minutes we have have been lent, meant, it stops only when it can
It moves, bends, manipulates, morphs, and changes for nothing.
What else is there to say about everything besides that: It’s lovely.
Everything I need is right beside me:
Honest intuition and heavy thought.
The ability to make others laugh and reflect on that;
Without those things there is nothing.
-We may be lost…
Are you digging a hole just to take you down a notch?
-Rather, one must bring a ladder.
Nothing is really that bad
there is no reason to cry,
-not to say it couldn’t be better-
you could make it a try.
Love the way it is.