Muddle by Technology

Muddle and confusion

Marry the mellow quiet

With ruptured sounds of a digital empress

Defiant of the status quo

Holding on to the last of what was

What we used to know

The cell phone rings

Elbows locked in admiration

Swing around the border

Of the new order

Tech first feeling second

Defiant I remane

But I wonder what the world would be

With no technology

Would we be more advanced

If we were connected by glance

Instead of digital connection

A tacit code of life

Implied by technical lines

We are breakable and weak

In the eye of technology

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

 

 

Articulate Assembling

Articulate assembling

Summer salad created

Hands willfully picking the pieces

Assembling the creation at hand

Southern Indiana type of man

Years spent on the eastern seaboard

Now looking a bit more windward

Back against the jet stream

And to the midwest

Now creating companies with goals set

A man and his discovery

Looking for hopeful engagements

And full recovery

We sit for dinner

My wife and I

Engaged from side to side

Discussing his next adventure

From the countryside

A home set off in the distance

Off the country roads in existence

We discuss possibilities of new futures

I wish I could have seen this sooner

Second Crack Sound

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The fleet of beans

From all over the world it brings

A cup to hand

An arithmetic of modern invention

Shipped all over with modest intention

From the solid green

To a hollow black and brown

The second crack sound

A record taste of tremendous body

Not to be deceived or forgotton

With authority flavors delivered

A coffee from Burundi has me completely

Enthralled

 

 

Abandoned Winds

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Abandoned winds

Trademark holiday fields

Bursting with light greens

From the depth of winter snow beams

Unsettled video consultation

Hair covered over face salutation

 

 

Examine Every Nerve

I examine every nerve I have

Looking for the damage caused

A defective course of action

Creating inaction

The bustling buzz of cars

Underneath my feet

Standing on bridges above the city

Elite

My back arches as I inhale the wind

I am the chief of my soul

In complete control

My feet brace for a jump

As my legs can barely release up

The colorful whirl of lights

And distant boats

East river floats

I launch out into the night

Embark Blindly

29

The final hours down

I can’t say I regret much

Although loosing

Loved ones was rough

A full decade to reflect

Looking back at life’s intersect

Even as I fine tooth comb inspect

I am happy

Moving forward and not leaning back

Bursting at the seems

With high impact

I embark upon 30

30

It takes a moment to set in

Realize the final ringing of the bell

Not an ending

But a closing

Reaching back at this point

Has no meaning

Worthless in my attempts

My vain grabs at last seconds commence

As ten years of live conclude

I had counted down the months

Since I knew

27 turned 28

No big deal

28 turned 29

No 30 was in sight

And tonight

Tonight it sits quite real

Real indeed

It came so quick on my

With high velocity speed

So I reject with no anger or remorse

I will let time do it’s just course

Submit to the seconds that will bring about change

In my mind, body, and soul

I will celebrate my own growing old

But as these last moments unfold

I hope that I can do better in the next ten

No regrets

But not letting up

Seeing the next decade to the end

Age brings about wisdom

Which in turn sets me free

As I embark blindly

Upon the journey

Of turning 30

Light of the Wren – Chase the Sun

Profuse and too many to count

The Austin suns beams

Bending over hills

Setting over the Western runs

The sun

Like a wren

Of the new world

Singing its praises

As the daylights time

Comes due

The city’s unique song

Lingers in my ears

Joy to my heart

Warmth to my limbs

We come limping in at 3 AM

From a wrathful road of flurries

To a fresh morning

As crisp as gently plucked berries

Scandalous in the evening sun

Slipping a cloth lightly over the door

As we embark on the city

Once more

As we disengage the night and snore

We then wake again

When the closing time comes

We set out and chase the sun

Bereft

Quicksand to the unknown

We have given every breathe

To the unseen

The life in song

Unchained

We are as actors on the grand stage

With a broken vase at the center

Can we create our own pleasure

Despite the fallen feather

That looms ominous on the stage

We walk around the vase

Correcting it’s flaws

Its broken jowls

Reminding us of its previous nature

The mark of a life lived

Broken as it gives

This thing

This previous embodiment of life

Broken shattered and left

Life has been bereft

We look up at each other

And realize

In each others eyes

Anything is possible

The lights dim

We walk off the stage

Scintillating and Wide – Clear Moon Weather

Scintillating and wide

Open to the sky

The black above was almost

Tangible

If I could only transport my hand

From this land

To way above

I would crack the ceiling of the sky

Like a cracker under foot

Fearless attempts to reach higher

Moves of inspiration

Rather than that of a scary nature

To move the minds of my own wife

From the toxic smelly life on the road

To the clean connections of being or having

A home

I do not disparage any connections

We have or will create

We must learn to rely on our instincts

The sky above flickers and winks

From the spotty reflection in the water

To the highest star burning brighter

Sky connecting us together

Under the clear moon weather