man up

26 Jul

y’all gotta man up

get with the program and

lay down your logs

ya gotta declare what cha got to declare

and avoid arrest if you can

fire all yer advisers

y’all gettin’ wimpy wit it

too much jelly roll, doncha know

man up and lay it down for all to see

this is whatcha git ya come messin wit me

sound the alarm

25 Jul

last night the magnet fell

and i could not set the alarm

i return the magnet to the door

and all is well…..until

i could hear the steady beep of an alarm

as i walked the darkened street

somebody somewhere was being violated

waking up early with a high pitched ringing

tearing my head apart

what sort of alarm do i have?

and what buttons do i push to end the ringing?

set to numbers specific to myself

or so i thought

parting the clouds

24 Jul

we are parting the clouds

which obscure so much

we are welcoming the Sun

of Truth

we stand together hand in hand

unafraid

taking our stand for Goodness, Justice

and Love

i had such a Dream last night and this morning

no matter how bad it gets

we will overcome the darkness

for we are parting the clouds to let the Sun in

multi=\colored world

23 Jul

we live in a multi=\colored world

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a mirror maze of many hues

even more if we could only see

angles watch over us

and so our heads slant back 30 degrees

as we ask for guidance

upon the stormy seas of zero come one come zero

and so on

dna

os no

depending upon witch side of the mirror

it is a new dusk or perhaps a new dawn

invisible critic, invisible pal

22 Jul

all my life (which is so long by now it makes me tired just to think of it)

i have had this invisible critic who nitpicked all the time

tearing my experience into tiny little pieces

leaving me the victim of some kind of invisible accident

but i also had a pal, also invisible, but invisible or not

i was glad he was there

he’d comfort me when no else would

when no one else could

when the world had become too large for me to hold

he was there when i needed to know i was not alone

both critic and pal have stuck to me like glue

my pal allows me to tolerate the critic

and the critic allows me to not become too dependent

upon the pal

here i am standing between the pillar and the post

between severity and mercy

the critic and the pal

i exam

21 Jul

so today i am scheduled to have an i exam

he will peer inside and see what lurks

people whose names i have forgotten

float by and obstruct his view of my

inner eye

flames are flashing around the black hole

where resentments and disappointments rot

nutrients for new growth

for even an old tree like me can have fresh sprouts

yep! today i get my i checked out

find out who i really am and learn what’s what

sometimes i worry a little, sometimes a lot

which is why

i wear a hat when i sleep

shards of a pot

20 Jul

it may too late for the crockery

too many pots are cracked

the pot may be medically legal

but the pot is a cracked crock

i don’t know how much it takes to patch

but it doesn’t make a hole lot of cents

to keep on digging for gold

donut disturb

men at work

i’d crack a joke but it’d break me up

shards of a crock

cut my feet when i stumble over

chatty birds

19 Jul

i could hear the seagulls as i left my house this morning

such chatty birds

listening in to all our conversations

even this far from the water

“one good hope come from this”

“it’s one red flag, he has no backup here”

the two humans seemed pleased

seagulls don’t like red flags nearly as much

such chatty birds

red flags say ‘go away, we don’t want you here!’

other conversations taking place too

in languages the seagulls could not understand

“pigeons everywhere, it is so disgusting” the gulls say

and the crows agree

loudly and without restraint

such chatty, raucous, nasty birds

listening in to what we say

it’s hard for me to tell

18 Jul

hard is hardest when hard is the place

where i could hardly tell i fell

sometimes conversations can be murky

when they are wireless and hanging

from a storm cloud

what does all of this spinning mean?

must i put aside my craziness for a moment

and see what shakes behind the screen?

something is happening

i can feel the vibrations in my hands

what though is awfully hard to tell

hard is hardest when it is hardly hard

sometimes answers can be too easy

so easy we miss them altogether

tough yet tender

17 Jul

sometimes my ways seem tough

unyielding, stern, and filled with a stoic sadness

yet tender are my thoughts and tender

is my touch on those few occasions when

i reach out for you

sometimes i think i can take on the world

but i would take it on with tenderness

acceptance and understanding

other times i find to it hard to do

anything at all

my heart feels wounded at such times

in need of someone tender