Chaos Control 

Let the trolls

Roll

Let the birds

Fly upon them

I am sick of lies

Sick of tails

Tired of being the end 

Of the joke

Let the chaos control

Roll out

On the world

4 Minutes

In 4 minutes I will attempt

To write words

Strung together with

Some meaning

My eyes are stuck to the screen

Gleaming

Written in an attempt to say

What I have postponed along the way

Returning to ritual

Feels good

Yet not unusual

11:57

11:57 The clock reads

Momentary and sedentary

I return to the road

We travel so often

Yet so unfamiliar

Unusual

The hope of unity

A collection of ideas

Almost perfect

But perfect in its imperfections

It has beauty despite moments

Of Lack of direction

Proceed on our journey

To find people

To share moments and peace

This is my idea to bring

Return to the Pages

Return to the pages

Settled in and getting away

Too long

Can get contagious

I don’t write

Due to lack of inspiration

Rather I am not writing

Because it has become

A lack of motivation

Unfamiliar sensation

But it is a coal covered jewel

Untouched as the days continue

First the idea sprouts

From mind to fingers

Scatters across the keys and onto the page

I resurrect the beast  laying dormant

Back to writing and enjoyment

With rest comes ideas

Ideas with time

And now it is time to return

To the pages

To the writing burn

 

 

Glue My Feet

The passage of time

Unearths the only healing

Sometimes

Maybe I thought I needed

Support when I needed growth

I needed to see less of me

At home

It just exposed some uneasy moments

Anger long since tucked away

I have it good

I’ll be the first to say

But when you give

Only to see love given away

Rejection some would say

Is less than understandable

I feel uncomfortable

In a space that is constricting

Binding and holding in place

Glued my feet in a fast race

Outpaced

What I realized

Of life’s lessons to learn

I could not have both

And what I needed

Was true growth

 

Polarities in the Deep Sea Ocean

I wish I could understand

My own angered emotions

I wake up in the fog of

A misty blue ocean

No warning in sight

My destiny it seems

Hope infected with blight

Animal with parasite

A foundation

Buckling at the beams

It’s not that I am upset

Just set in a way

I guess I just have ambivalence

Somedays

“I don’t mean to be too frank”

I tell my wife

She is the golden leaf

In my life

But I have to understand

My own emotions

Polarities in the deep sea ocean

I will struggle through

A cup of caffeine

I am sure will do

Some food too

And back to work

I’m sure

I’ll make it through

 

Unequivocal Ambivalence

Unequivocal ambivalence

Or certain uncertainty

Whirling around me

Circling my own mind

Quick letters strewn together

An unsettling fotrune teller

The only news I want to read

Will fill me with uncertainty

Instill constantly

The path in front of me

But life is anything but detail

I am as much a creator

As I am a reactor

All the elements

Life throws at me

I can surely not factor

2 to the power of 1

A 2 fold sum

Of the dim lit moon

And a paved path to the sun

 

De-Complicate Me Please

Complicated questions

On complicated days

Complicated thoughts

On complicated days

De-complicate me please

Set my uneasy thoughts at ease

Soon I will smell an autumn

New York City breeze

McCarren Park through the trees

De-complicate my fall

In the city

So I can enjoy the beauty

Of the pretty city

Short Lines

How many words can fit in this line

So many life experiences

In so little time

Underlined by growth

Participation

In the whole world

As a congregation

To sum up the last weeks adventures

I would have to surrender some details

Only focus on what come initially

Practically rather than brilliantly

I have flown over the ocean

Swam in the French Rivera

Been pummeled by rain

Been in a plane scared

Taken a train

Halfway across Europe

Eaten dinner out of small tin cups

Watch sunsets over the Mediterranean Sea

Seen things

I probably shouldn’t have seen

Watch a double rainbow extend over the mountains

While lovers kissed

Made friends

In true simpleness

Had conversations well past the finish line

Share a romance well past my time

All of these images

Are hard to fit in the lines

But I try

As the world changes my eyes

All things constant under the wool sky