till the ends of this earth…

Peeper frog

Peeper frog

till the ends of this earth I’ll stand
looking out the verdant landscape
watching birds as they watch me
peering beyond the night skies
gazing at my friends in the seas
Guardian of this planet we all should be
contemplating the solution to man’s insanity
as we butcher nature and everything in our path
religious wars that no God would condone
for a moment one solution appears to have merit
this world and all of it’s innocent creatures
the trees and plant life, oceans teeming with life
would do quite nicely without any humans at all…
(Copyright 01-06-13)

some of these are postcards to myself…

Purple flowers

Purple flowers

some of these are postcards to myself              
should my memory decide to forget
but I still need to remember
some are postcards to my twin
should she ever need to complete some
puzzle that needs to be solved within
some are lines that just write themselves
as if somebody is whispering to me
from somewhere on the other side
their words needing to find peace
some place safe like in a sanctuary
pressed between the pages of my heart
sometimes I’ll find something from the past
written then forgotten like everything eventually
it will appear as if channeled from some muse
while in a hypnotic state of surrender
but there it will sit in my hand writing
looking at me like a long lost friend
it’s at those times that I feel like
some master wordsmith has smiled upon me
given me their nod from the other side…
(Copyright 01-01-13)

Guess you’d say just as well…

she smiled at me across the table
lunch at some local pub
she was a friend and coworker
a tinge of Harry Met Sally
married but biological clock screaming
unable to have children but not her fault
asked me to be a donor, as in vitro fertilization
once the initial shock melted from my mind
list of attributes that was considered
selected as a great candidate
wanted it to be someone known
instead of shopping from a catalog
any male ego would be flattered
told her I’d think about it
then she sprung it on her husband
he said it must be his or no one’s
two vitro’s failed and they gave up
childless till this day
so glad I never had to answer
thought about how the child
would one day certainly find out
how that might make them feel
what type of mixed up emotions
would be pulled from our souls?
then I remembered the decision
that I made as young man
never to bring a child into this world
to suffer as I had all my life
there was only one exception
but she never became my wife…
(Copyright 01-01-13)

Since writing this, a judge in my state declared that a man,
who was used as a donor by two women must pay child support.
It seems these two women ‘broke up’, and the woman with the
child – cannot support the child. Interesting to say the least!

Picture from the Net.

H.E.R. O/S 2014

Geese flying high

Geese flying high

there you are in the clouds
always see you when they arrive
now we’re in another reality
it’s the only way to survive

what you think there is some distance?
between imagination and your heart
still you follow someone else’s program
don’t you know TRON made the charts?

all is lost when there’s a head crash
still we’re backed up in the cloud
when you plug into my interface
then it’ll come in clear and loud…
(Copyright 11-02-14)

while we’re smiling…

Sunset after storm

Sunset after storm

we see the light – oh so distant
truth will often disperse the crowd
cotton candy’s such sweet savor
what we feel – can’t say out loud
well they love us while we’re smiling
in your mind, you fly away
high beyond the mundane shambles
fall in love with trees today…
(Copyright 08-09-14)

The aquatic zombie zoo…

well now if you want to talk imagination
don’t underestimate a poet or a dreamer
for in your mind, you may make up many things
as you are making them, they are actually doing them
perhaps you think your conjuring is magic
that some Barnabaus Collins is your puppet on a string
you can mold them into any character you might please
then you’ll wake up one day to the realization
that a thousand circuses were going on around you
your puppet play was only a script by the ring master
the ocean you thought you swam in – was really a fish bowl
worse yet, people were standing outside watching
as if you lived in some kind of aquatic zombie zoo…    
(Copyright 06-29-14)

Picture from the Net.