"Don't put things off…it may be later than you think."
“Stripped of Memory”
The memory of this place consigns its pain to me
A bunch of grapes plucked off,
Empty sprigs form quiet stress
Place-holding taunts and barbs,
The burnt toast ghost of treasured anticipation
Who will remember what I can’t?
When I can no longer bear witness
Such is the narrative:
A leaf blows off a bridge
After having been stuck
And dances the air
Until it comes to float on restless waters
Carried away to be counted among other forgetful forgottens
“The Misery Of Society”
The misery of society
Resides in sobriety
Of peer pressure sanctioned
Social media propriety
The goal is correction
By way of projection
Behavior game wardens
Chastising selection
What causes offense?
Despite the events
Or mind’s eye abstraction
Devoid of pretense?
A champion scolder
A high holy roller
Supposing to know
All that is kosher
Here is the trick
Mister Etiquette
The perception of correction
Is solely your shtick
A word to the wise:
Should be no surprise
Keep your thoughts to yourself
We don’t need your advice
Nor do we need
On all thoughts to agree
I’ll say what I like
Despite your unease
The misery of society
Resides in sobriety
Of peer pressure sanctioned
Social media propriety
“The World Is Ripe Fucking Madness”
The world as seen from a half-baked moon
Often appears innocuous
In truth, it is besought with ruin
Contradictory ideas imponderous
Sages and mystics shouted down
The mob’s will absolute
Traveling through a wounded world
Holding hard to ignored truths
Lonely, lonely common sense
Is commonly uncommon
Withdrawn within self-defense
A disillusioned Brahmin
Floating in the cosmic void
A world ripe with fucking madness
As others nurture schadenfreud
Most end swallowed up by sadness
“Where Has The Beauty Gone?”
Where has the beauty gone?
Places unknown?
Streets less traveled,
Wandering home.
The quiet of less,
Ringing about.
Single travelers,
Covered up mouths.
Pausing at windows,
Missing the touch.
Visible presence,
For now—it’s enough.
Responsible others,
Well-being depends.
Social distance discretion,
Long distance friends.
A return to the simple,
At times complex.
Gathering together,
A human reflex.
Entered introspection.
Use this time well.
Emerge from this stasis,
And keep others well.
Lost my place
Amber alert
The rope and bucket fell down the well
How can I reach down deep within me now?
That place where the all gathers
That place that feeds the essence of me
Down there amongst the darkness
I count on it
