The Morning Salute

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My eyes look upon

Something strange

Minutes before dawn

The peace of moments new

A day anew

The weary eyed few

That arise at this hour

Stumble fourth

And yawn to the heavens

Like gentle flowers

We make our ways

Through streets frozen cold

Filled with feet of winter snow

In the city of Chicago

Yet we go

Be it train or car

Foot or bus

We go

To our locations

Bustling confrontations

From skyscrapers

To the subway underneath

Life today is cold

Yet joyous

Continued on with a chorus

Of horns and tires

I salute you Chicago

In the morning hours

We find our purpose

Amongst the weeds

Burst these most beautiful flowers

Summer’s Corner

I will win

I will lose

Winter rolls in

Laying snow

Over scars soothes

We wait

We correct

Hoping for the best

We wait for summer’s corner

Or head west

We practice

We rehearse

Taking a chance

For no small splash

But a giant burst

I remember

I will win

I will lose

For my growing heart

This is no new

News

 

 

Time to Reflect

Time to reflect

On decisions

That have been made

Others postponed

And delayed


Where I stand today

May not affect tomorrow

So how do I quite know

If this is where I should

Go

So many questions

Yielding very few answers

The scenery does not change

If I just choose to

Stand here

The past 3 years

Decisions were not bad

But if I could go back

What would I instruct

That poor young lad

I might say

Act with confidence

And cause

What you do not gain

Is not quite a loss

Move quick

And stay nimble

The world will not wait

for your heart delayed

its that simple

Fear holds you

Hostage at blank point

But behind the gun

Is no ammo

It holds you

Until you let go

Youth is fleeting

Do not become to attached

From your young wirey hands

This gift will be quickly snatched

But do not lose hope

There is no reason

What you lose one year

You will find stronger

In another season

Patience is key

But do not get complacent

Words striking and true

But you truly have to face them

In the end

Know your goal

Or destination

There is no minute hand

When the clock is wasting

Finally push back

Word hard

And stay committed

When it is all over

You will be glad you did it

I hope that in another few years

I can read this back

And have new wisdom

To share

But for now

I hope to own these truths

So that I may push on

A time to reflect

Is a time for my heart

To be reset

Corporate Greed

Corporate Greed

Wants

to feed me

A GMO

I said NO

Belly swollen with chemicals

Repulsed by

Shriveled testicles

They can keep their damn GMO’s

Moving Words

Moving words

In late night discussion

Sporadic thoughts

Where we are moving

To the deserts of the west

Canopy of south of the Midwest

Through highway curves

And underpasses

I am left feeling lost

Lost between New York

And LA

Not quite sure where

The words will take us

Today

Lost in a cover of clouds

Covering my thoughts

So silent

And so loud

No feeling about the future

No recollection of the past

My love asks me with weary eyes

Is there any wrong

Or any right

To this question that we seek

Answers to tonight

Maybe Georgia

Or the Smokies in NC

That is where my heart will be

Perhaps in the desert with

Snakes and cactus

This conversation always seems to lose

Us

Somewhere in the US we will be

Tomorrow and the day after

Perhaps even a year from now

These moving words have no

Real ability to move me

And I am sure we will revisit this

In these late night car seats

Farewell and Hello

The day is coming

Finally is here

The barn is ready

The placemats set

Church is waiting

A place to reflect

To set out on a new life

Sail a new ocean

To bid farwell to me

As I once new it

And greet the new

With Hello

I cannot longer hold my past

As it to constrict time

And my future

I go forward brave

Rejuvenated to make life

Work

To work for a new purpose

To shed fear and doubt

To go certainly on a new route

I spend my last days as a bachelor

Reflecting on what I have done

In a short few days

My total will be greater

Than just one

So I sit here peaceful

Hopeful

And quiet

Letting inspiration run

From inception in my brain

To my heart

Through my veins

 Down my arms

 And out of my fingers

I write

Of how life is going to be different

For better and for worse

Sickness and health

But I am ready for this great challenge

To take up the old me

And move to greater heights

Where I can see new potential

Growing

Going somewhere I do not know

Into the future I will walk

With my feet touching gently

On the ground below

Spent my Last 5 Bucks

Spent my last five bucks

Not quite sure how I am going to get back

Evening lunch and quite pack

I am thinking of you

That is what helps me get through

The rough times that we have faced

Here and there

Not everyday is like today

But on someday’s I am left

With little to no change

Spent my last five bucks

Times have gotten to be hard

River drying up

The spool has no more yarn

I cannot help but wonder

How we can make it through

Change in my hand

In my jean pocket

Of faded blue

Spent my last five bucks

Paychecks distance themselves

Somewhere in Michigan

Off of the old state road

North of the line

Making my way back home

I get back in the car and breathe

Some music will help the fear ease

On a summer day in late August

This is what I see

Spent my last five bucks

Grabbing some gas and food

You will make it all alright

I will be back home soon

Silence

Silence

I crave silence

Reflective intuitive creative silence

No radio

Music

Talk

Instead

Silence

Time to decide

Time to listen to the silent guide

The pushing force

The calling from the inward soul

In the sky I look up

Nothing but the sound of a gas-powered engine

And the other cars around

It is not complete but quiet enough

The sound of the turning wheel

Pulling my thoughts apart

As husks on a corn peal

Looking for what might be underneath quick passing

What is the drive in me

What is the reason

I need silence to think

Think through decisions about the future

Decisions about the now

Am I doing alright

This will surely get me through tonight

I search for this answers this evening

Not on crowded streets or in a home

But in a car on a cool summer evening

With pure silence

The sound of air pushing through the ear canal

Creates a slow growing buzz

I may not know the answers

But I am searching for the cause

Upon reaching my destination the silence discontinues

Returning to the normal process of clicks and tones

All the things that fill up the normal home

But for one moment I could feel

My heart and soul in one great alliance

In that pure and simple moment

Of Silence

A Pick Me Up Tune

Discontent in the bar on a Saturday

Everyone seems to be okay

Except this one character

Late fifties sniffing for something young

Couple too many drinks he has

Flung

Back

Into his wasted soul

And hardened heart

This man is doing nothing

But playing the creepy old man part

His breathe reeks of alcohol and beer

Harassing the poor musicians to play

A pick me up tune

So he can swoon the younger ladies

Sickened

To my stomach as I see him rummage

Through these civilized people

He is garbage left in the summer sun

Ruining the night life of everyone

His hair slicked back in 80’s fashion

Blond with protruding teeth

Blue eyes that see

Nothing but flesh on the bones of young women

He is sickened me to no redemption

I am but inches away from bending

Flinching into a rage of spirit

So that everyone in this bar can hear it

He is a wasted soul washed up on the shore

For he is that

And nothing more

Barbaric Nature

Baffling word barbaric in nature

Wondering if what these words mean

Could have foreseen me in danger

Biting at every corner confused

Bemused with conjunction and function

These words have settled me amusing

Creating concrete facts I am using

Never the language I am abusing

Tyring to learn a new flow and rhyme

All to be done

Not just part time

Every day

Every line

I write

Comes a new idea a new inspirations

Condensation of the mind

And spirit

Upon the paper written

In my mind I hear it

The words fell off my fingers touching

Connecting each other puzzles solved

The simile resolved

I move on to contracted spirits

And to a path contingent

On the next line

The next phrase

For each word written

Is now where the sentence lays