it’s like a subtle delicacy
subliminal affirmations of not being crazy
just the mystery
of what it is supposed to be
it’s amazing how a gesture so minimal can make one so happy
to shed a hopeful light in this, sometimes gloomy, existence of singularity
truly appreciate every hint which is received
thanks for the solace, indeed
this time around taking precautionary heed
just some simple acknowledgments of signs perceived
not going to fly off the handle or fall out of the boat
however sometimes it is fun just to dote
grateful for the kind note
muse for the poem just wrote.

not a puppet
not a prime
always look for words that rhyme
keep pen & pad handy all the time
dunno why he’s always on my mind
a good muse today
a friend in some way
space sometimes creates tension
beyond apprehension
distance other times allows freedom to be
easier to be happy
with an idealistic fantasy
unknown is the true reality
cannot see
the possible result of a current interaction in physicality
just one day
so far away
it happened in the past
& went away so fast
a single question
caused the reaction aghast
years of reflection
for a momentary imperfection
feelin’ like it caused a bust
in a possible depth of trust
not lookin’ back with regret
yet
with the present just cannot forget
picking up the pieces of a broken clock
gonna hafta get a new one
find the key to release these emotions which seem to be on lock
in the meantime just have some fun.

don’t hold grudges
don’t act like junior judges
because there’s only one entity in control of it all
the only real being who has a say in whether it will rise or fall
when life seems to puzzle
as more time has to go
find solace within oneself
and a creative release to center the flow
never wait yet never rush
never stress and never push
what is meant to be shall be
and it will, in the right moment
to live in the now is to live free
relate to your future positively
in order to create the present happily
acknowledge the past as a gift of lessons
and realize that life is a series of blessins.

it’s hard to understand
the space between the walls
the mysterious facade and muffled gestures
it all seems so stupid
like that invisible barrier.
what’s the point? what’s the reason?
it’s unfair to point fingers, yet
when looking within it’s like a catch 22.
it really is ridiculous. this whole thing.
yet, it’s there. no matter what.
want to do something with it.
tried to forget, ended up getting reminded
to regret is to be blindsided
cannot contact a disconnected telephone.
is this some sort of joke?
it’s not funny.
is this some sort of test?
better at math.
reason for relocation is a spiritual thing.
however, expecting a welcome
yet, receiving a pie in the face
it doesn’t make sense why this magnet is there
yet…
wonder if it’s visible.
and if not then…
why for one?
here is the planet and here are some trees.
you may cut them down. you may make paper. you may build a log cabin. you may have a bonfire.
energy is neither created nor destroyed.
energy is neither created nor destroyed.
energy is neither created nor destroyed.
perhaps not.
but it can annoy the shit outta you.

sellout punk
you talk like a liar
the root of your funk
is written on your flier
years of communication
being tossed down the drain
for ego-fornication
it makes no sense to this brain
what possibly could have been done
to turn the juice so sour
just trying to have some fun
every minute of every hour
sometimes she walks not knowing where she’s going
just because it seems to be right for that moment
sometimes she talks without thinking about what she’s saying
just because babbling always beats dead air
sensitive man with fists full of fury and shield of stone
this isn’t an attack.
houston, we have a problem.
there seems to be a painful flood of bittersweet rain coming from the eye. the inner eye.
nailed to the cross, she
innocently becomes construction material. and for what? por qua?
when the distance was there, it was easier to care.
don’t think it’s about you because it’s not.
bipartisanman, what infuriated the commission team? the treaty has been abolished.
but there she stands next to that boat again.
it’s a clear sky and the seas are blue.
it’s a clear sky and the seas are blue.
so what you gonna do?
look.
she knows you are scared.
of this and of that.
she knows what you are thinking.
of this possibility and of that possibility.
it’s wrong. it’s all wrong. it’s incorrect. please stop. for the love of humanity. please.
with the passing of time, all she wants is understanding.
you want to know what she wants?
understanding.
it’s free. it doesn’t cost time. it doesn’t cost.
for why? por que?
she doesn’t know.
nothing makes sense these days anyways.
but that is all she wants. that is all she needs. that is all she desires. is understanding.
sincere and pure. understanding.