I was hurt
To gain advantage
You came running to give me a bandage.
I turned around
You sneaked inside without making a sound.
Filling your pockets
With valuables found
Our eyes met and at that time
I was unaware of the crime.
I was hurt
To gain advantage
You came running to give me a bandage.
I turned around
You sneaked inside without making a sound.
Filling your pockets
With valuables found
Our eyes met and at that time
I was unaware of the crime.
Some folks do not like changes.
Break the entire organization apart.
Resetting emotional equilibrium is the hard part.
It is time to do some spring cleaning.
Everything is covered with cobwebs and dust.
Chip away crust
Testing
One
Two
Three
Four
Shake up the beans
Rip the seams
Experimentation galore
Grab a broom
Sweep out the store.
Innovation is never a bore.
Simple devices
Erode
Democracy
TV listening to me
Complete infiltration has succeeded
Gadgets
Handle surveillance chores
No need to kick down front door
Privacy
Does not exist anymore
Choices
Choices
Choices
What should I do?
Choppy sea
Tourists gone home
Beach all for me
Everyday
I sit under the sun
Drinking
Agua de coco
With Jamaican dark rum
Should I go back and keep marching in the parade?
Play the charade
Or take U-turn
Toss
The instruction manual
On the fire
And
Watch it burn
You offer me a chalice containing truth.
Drinking
The cloudy solution
I now see all of life’s illusions.
Listening
I hear the lies.
My mind is clear.
However
The deception makes me cry.
Saigon
Restaurant
Eating
Extra large bowl of pho
Looking
Out the front glass window
I see a lady
With a hand out
Holding her child
Staring at me
Outdoor bar
Copacabana Beach
Rio de Janeirio
Two ladies
Sitting next to me
Discussing
My old torn flip flops
They say
“Very poor gringo
Not a good catch”
I interrupt and say
“I have come to Rio many times
I’m married
To a Carioca
Her advice
Is to dress down
So I do not get robbed
Always works”
One of the ladies then says
“Your wife is very smart
Dressed like a poor gringo
Also keeps Rio women away”
The peacock
Always
Stood tall
Displaying
His colorful feathers
A player
With swagger
Machiavellian tendencies
Reckless
Leading to colossal failure
Causing
The proud bird
To plummet
Eternally
Into
The psychosomatic abyss
20’s, 30’s, 40’s, 50’s
Plenty of Risk
60’s, 70’s, 80’s
And beyond
If one lives that long
Risk-averse
Left behind
Never before took to crime
Unemployed
The young man
Walked down the steps of the favela
Pulled out a sharp blade
Decision made
First time hardest
Life forever tarnished
Society pays price
Living in fear is the sacrifice
News media boils pot of soup
Ultra-liberal professors brainwash youth
Think tanks bought and sold
Regurgitating propaganda
Doing as told
Powerful control the messengers
With titles and promises of gold
Pay billions for a startup
Although employees do not make enough
For food, shelter, clothes
Divide the nation
Population full of hate and frustration
Elites continue rapid castration
Forced starvation
Pound peasants into the ground
When everything is taken
Board private jet and leave town
Why?
Chasing
Chasing
Craving recognition
Brings only disappointment
Look through the prism
Physical world is an illusion
Rip out the ego
Toss on the bonfire
Watch it disappear into the night
Breakaway
Harness intuition
The only true light
Time
Nothing left but time
Deep in the underwater cave
No escape
Alone
Accepting fate
Soon
No more time
Recycle the bin
What information is chosen?
Keep the minds frozen
We are alone
Late-night in Atlantic Ocean
Love no longer torn
Polished marble floor
We danced tango once more
Then left separate doors
In the game too long
Time to get up walk away
Before heart decays
Hey dude got a smoke?
Things turned South against the ropes
All gone except hope
When running business
Think just like the Japanese
Be in for long haul
Today’s tourists
Travelling all over globe
Check off bucket list
To show who is the coolest
While poor struggle to exist
Dressed in her teddy
Trimming my beard and shaves me
Kiss passionately
She’s a good woman
No tricks lies fooling around
Hangs tight when chips down
The human vultures
Violently feast on carcass
While drinking fine wine
Do not be afraid
A man does not play small games
Mirror hides nothing
It’s nice getting old
Let youth chase after riches
I’m playing my flute
The elevator
Opens and closes its doors
Like the flow of life
Walking in Garden
The Hermit enjoys the scent
of Angel Trumpets
STOP take a moment
Analyze situation
Will save you mistakes
Small business people
Survive with innovation
That is all we have
Early morning haze
Skipping stones across the lake
Time to meditate
You’re the hit parade
No one knows it’s a charade
Our little secret
Laying in hammock
Between two coconut trees
My mind is at ease
Morning call to prayer
Centuries of tradition
Islam carries on
Tick tock clicking clock
Age creeps up on all of us
Do not miss the bus
Daisen Temple
Slowly raking rock garden
The years fly on by
Amazon Brazil
Nativos Brazileiros
Swept from their homeland
Wind swept salty beach
The boy and father bond while
casting lines in sea
Hoisting main sail
Leaving harbor for unknown
I light my cigar
Berlin Germany
The dominatrix
Freed him from reality