Return Enter

Escape the fray

Sprawling traffic

On sun baked streets

Of LA

Oceanside

With loaded garbage pales

On my mind

Outside the loop

Unsaid training stations

Headed west for

Western libations

Return enter

To the western end

Sip of coffee

LA blend

On the ocean beauty

Return to the feeling

Soothing

Advertisements

Delays in Night

Delayed

Unfettered display

Of reckless disregard

On guard

Words with no meaning

Indecisive

Backward leaning

Back in the night

When the sun lies low

That is where the weak prosper

The forbidding go

Be Gone Bygone

Be gone

Bygone era

Let go

Of the past 

Open a new future

I want not vintage and old

I want to grow up 

New 

Refresh 

Let go

Back to Words

Back to Words

Renewed and new

Old and worn

Planted and grew

I refresh in a new 

Set of words

Tied in meaning

And time

I return to Words

In search of rhyme

The Tranquil Giraffe Unkown

Vote for me

Vote for me

Vote for me and you will see

I am the savior of the problems

No problems will persists

The world is in peril

And I the only fix

Vote for me

Over here in the corner

I have my chest out to be the proudest

And what better but my voice be the loudest

Forget the sick and poor

This country has so much more

You can see in my gold gilded hallways

Make it rain when its already pouring

No tax return no ability to audit

Thank goodness no one caught it

Vote for me

Even though its over

I already won

The problems we face

Have begun

To be undone

There is no check and balance

Goodness no

Just silence

Silence

Where we go now

Deep into depths of regret and unknown

 

 

Transatlantic Split

The Transatlantic Split

Oceans divide

If we didn’t vote for this

Are we still on the wrong side

No tax returns

But we have a winner

“I won and that’s it”

Those statements don’t make my wonder

Any thinner

The President to all people

Not just your supporters and colleagues

C’mon Don this is not the minor leagues

Referendums and revolts

It seems we are coming loose at the bolts

A Transatlantic Split could arise

Good God

Good bye

Choosing Joy

Choices are made

Daily

Frequently

Momentarily

Temporary

Permanent

But one choice is definitive

Never to be made again

Choosing joy is a choice

That can survive the thick and thin

This infrequent gesture must be checked

As frequently as the mind can remember

That the truth is joy is not easy

Not instantaneous

Not always joyous

But mandatory

To choose joy over an erroneous option

There is a reason for such joy

Substantiated joy

The feeling of a mild sunset

Crimson in its beauty and restlessness

That joy must be felt from the heart

Exclaimed in the throat

And shared with other willing hearts

Joy is not a good find

Kept in one’s own heart

One’s own mind

Joy is a friend sharing a conversation

Joy is love overflowing

Flowing from one heart to another

Remembering that a life lived

Is giving and never knowing

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twin Flames

Twin flames reach up to the sky

Stretched out like two Great Danes

A wry gesture to a waning night

Love burns in his heart

For her

For love

For good

Souls entangled in this life together

No matter the weather

The twin flames reach for the sky

Day and night

The wind has no hope to blight this fire

For 24 hours a day

Blazing as if fed by turpentine

Love is fed by action

Defined not by material

But the ethereal

The twin flames

Him and her

Love