Her point of view is different from mine.
She has lived through so many things.
Yet the stories she tells
are mere glimpses into her life.
I wonder if I seem that way to others?
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Luckily Unlucky
Games of chance
are never a sure win.
Betting on a horse
it will come in last.
Looking for love
and all the opposites try to attract.
Finding a penny
it is usually stuck to ground.
The value of my work
drops every year.
Prices at the grocery store
mean inflation keeps me from eating.
Luckily for me
my favorite activity
means
I have lots to complain about.
Mid Afternoon Thunderstorms
When the sky darkens
you welcome the breeze.
The smell of incipient rain
permeates the air as you breathe deeply.
The windows left open
so you can enjoy the sounds
of thunder as it rumbles across the sky
after the flashes of lightning have lit it up.
The heat of the morning washed away
as you go towards the evening heat.
But for now
this moment nature calls
as it plays out an old game
of watch me or hide away little creatures
as I dance across the sky.
Chrome City
Dust and smog
lessen the glisten
from the machines
that patrol the streets.
Sirens go by
and the noise
reminds us
that time sure flies by.
So look for the metal
that makes up the heart
of the community
which we
as a society
do love.
Wildling
I’d rather be a changeling child
Then one without a soul.
For if I can not walk the wilds
As I watch for the rabbits hole
I would find myself a caged bird
Whose wings are bound by bonds
That strain endlessly to be heard
As I look for that magic wand.
The way to be free from here
To nature shall I return.
The deep chill of this fear
Keeps me from the learned
Who only prattle on about their books
The science of their pondering’s
When the wind spills more answers
Than the water has waves wandering.
The forest is my home.
I know.
The softness of its loam
Is where I sow
The breath of life
Within me
And my own
For there are others
Who can never be a city born
Or they will live their lives forlorn.
Bad Hygiene
I have tried
to get the showers
done every two days.
I have tried
to show how mouths
should be closed when chewing.
I have tried
to enforce the cleanliness
of the areas occupied by all.
I have tried
to use guilt to show
that wiping the bum with towels is gross.
And so
I have tried
to instill good manners
on this child who refuses to listen.
The one who just
picked up a hotdog
from the floor
and ate it.
Sigh,
all the while
knowing I was watching.
Whimsy Flimsy
Staring blankly at the screen
Little sleep
yet still awake
Head hurting from last nights adventures
so how do we walk
up and down stairs
from the moment eyes open
and then collapse into a chair
to close the lids
from the bright bright sun
as morning coffee percolates
with forbidden hope
Seems like Rain
The weather turns
at the drop of a hat.
Sunny and windy
Warm and then clouds.
Blustery conditions
indicate indoors might be best.
As you watch the droplets
in your imagination
come to life outside.
Underground People
Living in caves
Not seeing the sun.
Fearing the daylight
and what it has become.
Trying to breathe
and ending up alone.
Running from yourself
screaming at your bones.
Get up high in the mountain
and watch the moon.
For miles around
you can hear the loons.
Nobody to hear you scream your pain
As you watch the world go by again and again.
Unholy Thoughts
When the bad guy is you
and you can not stop yourself
How do you live with the consequences
of your actions?
Can you forgive yourself?
Does repentance seem unattainable?
Or do you simply go on
and continue to harm others
since you can not care
about anyone
but yourself anymore?
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