Save yourselves….

June 17, 2016

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Save yourselves

The Game

June 15, 2016

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“…the games that people play…”

“Don’t play with something,
you should cherish for life.”

Marvin said it best.

Toying with each other,
as a cat toys with a mouse.
The chase, the fear of capture,
the fear of being slain.
Sliced opened and left vulnerable to
elements, microbes and vultures.

Emotions, promises, experiences, games.
The games that people play.

As youth, we played doctor.
As adults, we play house.
The rules have never changed.
Roll the die. (you only get one)
Move accordingly.
Pick up a card.
Follow instruction.
Move piece.

When I was child, I did as a child.
When I became a man, the child
fought back in defiance, until
one day, he cried himself to sleep.

The Fall

June 14, 2016

 

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“…share the fall…” @Snoqualmie Falls Park 

Remembering the time

when love ruled, in a temple

of obsidian and alabaster.

Bridged by melodies and tempos of the heart,

two merged as a unit, together stronger

together, forever…

Soul mates promised,

a high pedestal  and aspirations…the arrogance of it all.

The Fall….

Plummeting down,

out of love, out of sync.

A unit becomes two,

two become strangers.

One is forgotten.

Remembering what was,

not knowing if a return is possible,

not having the strength to steer the ship

into such treacherous waters.

“you always try so hard not to remember….you always try so hard…”

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…define, insanity.  image/@taliesan1969

 

Insanity.
Repeated lunacies, broken records
clash and wreck trains.
As often as Mercury goes retrograde,
the result has never changed….
The result has never tried to change.

Why did this happen?
Why does this continue to happen?
Insanity, just to ask.

Simplicity.
We refuse to change.
Kicking and screaming,
Stumbling into familiar feelings,
fumbling through developmentally arrested tantrums.
“Me, me, me!” and “I want, I want, I want!”

What do you want?
You want a different outcome.
After each and every single failure,
You expect, a different flavor.

We grow tired
and so we sleep.
He slept for an entire cycle,
hadn’t lived in a bottle for well over a year.
Once woke, black curtains drawn,
white walls reflecting…

Change is inevitable.
Be it out of need.
be it out of necessity.

Either/Or

June 10, 2016

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…the devil is busy.

Is the devil busy,
or are the spirits moving?
These days, it’s hard to tell.

Whirling about within vibrating
frequencies, designed to disrupt or to guide.
It’s simply too hard to decide.

Rapid fire, from all sides,
information bombards, shocks,
and frees the mind, but again,
which is for the best?

Decisions to make, paths to walk,
choices to consider.
Who are these faces around, who
worship Janus, to a fault,
forgetting that the true mission is
the beginning and the end?

False faces.
Contrived laughter.
Lies.

Either we get off at this stop,
or we remain, seated, quietly riding,
until we reach our final destinations.

Work to…?

June 9, 2016

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“…yes, I’ll see you too…”

 

Could it be that we

simply work to pay bills?

Bills past due from this life

and most certainly the former,

and possibly the next.

Future drive-bys done in past-life Cadillacs,

draped in gaudy gold to be flashy.

 

“I could aim, but I could not fire…”

wails the woman living  in the dashboard radio.

 

Another morning….

I forgot to buy cream for the coffee,

so black it goes down

bold

strong

Upsetting the stomach, just a bit for a gurgle.

Don’t forget the keys, you always wind up turning around.

“See you in a bit little one”, the familiar encircles,

as if to say, “Yes, yes, I’ll see you too…”

 

Work for another’s dream,

just to survive and exist in your own.

Payments…

Do we work just to pay?

 

Home

June 8, 2016

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…a house is not a home.

Four walls, a roof and a chair.

The strength to cut the tree,

the wit to dream up the design,

the patience to live.

Some have lost the keys to their front doors,

others have been foreclosed on.

“That one house on 45th and Jeffries has blue trim,

but the house over here on 33rd, ain’t got none. ”

 

“Home is where the….”

Clichéd statements woven from wives tales,

designed to sooth and placate the mind.

What is a home, if only just a structure to

eat, piss, shit and sleep in?

 

Who’s home now?

Knock three times.

Turn around.

Ring bell six times.

Turn around.

 

Four walls, a roof, a chair.

Watching through windowless walls until

Monday arrives from Friday.

There will be something to do then.

There will be purpose.