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Tomorrows End

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The painstaking rearranging of change

Unfolds like a cold flow of blood

To the brain

The tightness urges a little saying

Bursting out from my grasped lips

I can not think of tomorrows end

Or uncertainty certain bend

I just focus on the moment in front

Not two behind

What lies ahead is what I will find

The constant ebb and flow of the tide

Makes me feel uneasy sometimes

So it is in change that I find solace

Even though the certain I will miss

Upon the altering sunsets

I will rest my eyes

Upon a new state line

A think for a time

How constant flow around me

Can help me see the true bounty

Of life

Forgotten Ground

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The greatest of all challenges

Of my generation

Will be to see a life we once had

Nod to a fleeting moment

That the future has no place for the past

Endless consumption could never last

In the place of old habits

Birth new minimal ways

To say

That we no desire what we need

Rather than the desire of heart

We will fight our inner conflict

Lives lived between iron curtains thick

Of inter web communities

It will the true call of unity

When we give up a hand

Rather than an app 

We come back to making the US great

Rebuild and innovate

That is my hope 

Upon decimated buildings 

We can build a new future

With knife and suture we will repair our wounds

Unto prosperity bound

From town to town

Reclaim forgotten ground

65th Anniversay

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It was a conspicuous Sunday

Evident by the uneasy morning

I could tell this was not a resting day

A day of farewell was on the way

My Grandfather who earlier had lost

His only lover

Only 12 days away

From the 65th anniversary

He was on a mission

To hold his heart into submission

So on the 28th

He could launch from this land

To be with his lover on the anniversay

Hold her hand

True his love had lost the love of life

For the one true love of his life

His wife

He was ever determined

One thing for certain

He would not show up late

Wave to the gate holding dignitary

As he must be with his wife

On their 65th anniversay

The Little

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Tapping
Easy street walking
A dogs life lived
Without even talking
Fur wrapped
Full out ball gown
This was once a wild puppy
Found wondering the town
Now he sits on chairs perched high
Upon may fathers lap he found a home
My mother went along
Because her feelings had grown
For this little puppy
We found on the street
Now a new family member
A part of our family to keep

A Cascading Wind

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A cascading wind 

Falls hard on our shoulders

Unknown to me

While the years make me older

Outlived truths

Falsities of our youth

Holding the ropes between

Me and you

The flip side of this situation

Is to tell you with little procrastination

That I hold you dear

My dear

We hold strong together

Under uncertain weather

Under skies grey or blue

I hold on to you

Startup

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Back at it again

It’s the name of the game

Fears and road blocks

Float away like melodies

Melodies in the easy wind

I come back to the writing

Uneasy and writhing

But the words fall from my mind

To my hand

Drift from a lovers hope

All the way back up the rope

I start back up

Like a stiff old startup

Rise up

And write again

Short Lines

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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

Blue Print Plan

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Hard to imagine

That my body is not the same

As five years ago

There is no blue print plan

Mentality expands

Trading wisdom for youth

I don’t recognize the latter

In a picture

Or anything for the matter

Music a new pathway sends

Seeing sunsets through revitalized lens

How is it that I can be the same

Not feeling anything the same

Physically all new

Just the name

Is the one part that stays the same

Yet my mind continues on a linear path

For it is a wonderful question to ask

How we can rebirth ourselves

Yet maintain the constant roots

Even when I awake before the dew

It is still me

It is still you

Greasy Hand Salutation

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The fast food fascination

Greasy hand salutation

Black fingernail sludge

With no regard

Just a lopsided smudge

How many mouths enjoy

What the corporate supply chain

Has fed down the drain

From this repulsive trap

We consume such meat

Prestige as if it where a treat

Not one question is asked

Until the collective conscience

Is fully grasped

Then we become more aware

More in tune

Of what is going on in the room

By then our bellies are full of antibiotics

The green eyed optics

Somehow we agreed to this tender

Although we never saw

The face of the sender

Robotic Eclectic

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Plug me in

Thoughts outside the program

Are the ultimate sin

Emotions are fouls

As older feels

Under the jowls

We are now bread to be emotionless

Plug in technology

Meaningless

How is it

That the one trait

That secures our own humanistic state

Is now to be sought out

Shot down

Not welcomed

Frowned

The highest sense of awareness

Is trumped by sedentariness

Now generations are called to the lowest

Common denominator

I hold my emotions with pride

It is what makes humanity real on the inside

Robotic eclectic humanistic

Is not for me

Realistic

So I will stay unplugged

In the most literal sense

Connected human sense

Until I am not allowed