Sun and rain sneak inside
Shack sinking into sand
Aging just like me
Category: Life/Self
254
When will phone ring?
Feeding goldfish to keep busy
Rain falls no one calls
253
My car broke down today
Received
A high interest
Payday loan
No catching the bus
The mechanic
Will get paid
I work
For a dollar more
Than minimum wage
Scared
Lose sleep
About becoming homeless
Only a couple lost paychecks away
Eat no name can or box dinners everyday
I’m told
To put money aside
For my old age
Not in prison
But
Trapped
In a cage
251
Strong wind heavy rain
Ocean waves erode past
Pain gone now have clear path
249
Leaky shower
Drip drip drip please fix me
Old home always needs some love
247
Closing front gate
Daylight gone tools in the shed
Spiritually well-fed
246
Pile of logs rots away
Mushrooms grow among decay
New vines replace old
Resentment feeds on the mold
240
Shattered eye glasses
Nothing makes sense anymore
Ice thawing
Below my feet
Trying to keep alive heartbeat
You offer me a weathered map
We both know
It is a trap
Speak louder
I’m having trouble hearing
You say I should follow society’s rules
What for?
All I find is locked doors
239
Step inside my boots
They are wet cold will feel loose
Now beg for some coins
237
Chiseled out abscessed tooth
Tossed into rusty can
Lifetime of lost dreams
231
Faceless nameless ghosts
Frantically stock shelves all night
Kowtow to machine
230
The father
Told his young son
“Here is a box of fresh picked grapefruit
Haul the fruit in your wagon
Go door to door
Keep going until all sold”
The boy
Did as he was told
Spending a few hours
Going house to house
Until all the grapefruit were gone
The father
Did not tell his son
That he priced the citrus so cheap
Many people would buy the fruit
Lessons learned:
-
- Self-confidence-believe in ability
- Do not quit until job done
228
Standing top of hill
Screaming that you have control
No one can hear you
227
Of course I’m employed
Work one full time two part time
Middle Class has died
209
Late night
Walking cobbled streets of Prague
Had one too many pilsners
Met a street performer
On the corner
Done for the night playing his violin
After an hour of shooting the breeze
I asked my new friend
Why is it that you are so at ease?
He replied:
“I play for spare change
I’m the only one who needs to be pleased
Some people call me lazy and completely crazy
But
Too much ambition would no longer be fun being a musician
I accept who I am
No need to try to be on top of the highest mountain”
200
Unforgiving heat
Camel marching on the sand
Desert tests the man
199
Fruity pipe smoke engulfed the room
Surrounded by shelves containing damp dusty LPs
The cynic
Whispered into my ear
“Old people change their mind like the wind”
187
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
186
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
184
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
183
Time
Nothing left but time
Deep in the underwater cave
No escape
Alone
Accepting fate
Soon
No more time
182
Leaning
Against the tile wall
Taking a long hot shower
Scrubbing
Away the dirt
With a new bar of soap
Did not
Remove humiliation
But
Provided
Her
A bit of hope
181
Sitting on beach towel
Drinking fresh squeezed lemonade
Watching tide come go
180
He is the potato guy
Save for winter
Always
Make sure
Table has dinner
Homeless
At young age
Low risk
Financially safe
Habits
Difficult to break
179
Time
To stop
Playing marbles
My nose
Stuck
To grindstone
No longer
Pursuing
Itsy-bitsy bones
Spinning
Roulette wheel
Will transport
One
So far
This junkyard czar
Has
Raised the bar
Found
My
Motown groove
Perfecting
Hip hop moves
173
Man lost his temper
Hiding behind machismo
Actually fearful
172
Fed beast for long time
Today woke up changed my mind
Freedom what I need
Veins dry nothing left to bleed
Tomorrow will sow new seeds
170
Relax
Be patient
Sit by the river with your fishing pole
Most of all
Do not be dragged down the rabbit hole
Overtime
Bad character
Will be exposed
Then you will completely know
It is time get up
And
Permanently
Walk away from the sideshow
169
Frantically
Scratching
At his deformed image
In the mirror
Hyperventilating
He cried
“Please help I need air”
Fallen idol
Emotional bowl of jello
Desecrated soul
Pissed in his own rice bowl
Alone
There are no more calls
No longer the star
Of the Masquerade balls
168
For a long time
She had suffered much
No longer heard the beautiful sounds
Of the garden chimes
Final days
I sat in a chair
Next to her hospital bed
In the end
“I no longer believe”
Is what she said
166
Hold on a second
I will open wide
So you can shove it down my throat
Artificial intelligence
Tossing the human race
Down a catastrophic slippery slope
You high tech freaks
Crave to wire everything on the Globe
Creating software and machines
Without hearts
Futuristic
Armies of Robots
Totally state of the art
Seizing power
All societies will fall
Because geeks
Will no longer
Have the intellectual capacity
To halt
The contraptions
From controlling us all
162
Sitting on my beach chair
Who the hell needs a career?
Catching rays
Reading philosophy books all day
I’m not a frustrated big shot
With an empty fridge
But has kitchen granite counter tops
No
I live in a sixty year old three room shack
Concrete Block Structure
Flat Roof
Survived multiple hurricane attacks
Sharing space with
Reptiles
Rodents
Termites
And
A gigantic organic vegetable garden out back
Love my Sony Walkman
Forget digital sound
Will die a cassette man
For over forty years
Bar-B-Que
1-2 times per week
Colonoscopy just came back all clear
Drink Ice cold Heineken beer
Nine years ago stopped cutting my hair
150
My favorite pastime
Surfing top of storm clouds
That floats through the sky
142
You’re irritated
I know that you are
May I offer you a chocolate bar?
Yes
Life is unfair
However
There is no need to despair
Bad luck comes and goes
At least you have beautiful toes
You say I’m a clown
Who only plays around
Come over here
Take my hand
I’m going to set you free
and
Whisk us off to a secretive magical land
137
How does person gain depth?
Only one way my friend
Life Experience
136
Dust balls on the floor
Reminds her of dreams no more
Life now one big chore
135
Why keep chasing?
Believing you are gaining
Face it you’re fading
134
Washing dishes by hand
Scrub dry plate fork frying pan
Relaxation
133
Catching butterflies
Warm spring morning sunny sky
She began to cry
