I wait silently
I listen for the music
But the mind is mute

I must hear it
Inside of me
Before it can be voiced

But all I hear is silent

As if my mind is stuck
Stuck inside
A grand pause

But I am never with out my music for long
It will return
It always has

It must return
For I
And my music
Are one

The winds howl and swirl
No longer full force
But bad enough

Many did not survive it
But it's main fury spent
It still trudges on

We see only a taste
A shadow of it's power
But that is enough

Position is everything in life
In this case
It is life

Stationary I sit
Body totally at rest
Mind moves aimlessly

_ _ _ _

Attention lacking
I focus on nothingness
Much is now reveled

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Unsettled my way
But my course never wavers
But to what ending

The past
Fades into nothingness
Meaninglessness

The years
Clouded by time
And fading memory

What's remembered
Is distant
An unrelated jumble

A piece of this
A flash of that
But real or imagined

An incomplete
An inaccurate picture
Of what was

I forget
What I should
Remember

And remember
What I fight so hard
To forget

There once was a boy name of Flynn
Who went to town for to sin
To him she looked great
So he went on a date
But his eyesight was clouded by gin

Fatigue surrounds me
It pervades my inner self
Body and soul together

summer has arrived
warming both body and soul
light renews within

There once was a girl name of June
the boys clapped when she sang them a tune
she was an old slut
with a cute little butt
and that made the little boys swoon

(yah i know, but i can't do serious forever.....sooner or later the lymerick must return)

aimless wanderings
life is an uncharted maze
hiding what must be

Memorial day weekend
A time of remembrance?
But do we
Remember?

In my youth
A day
Not as now
A weekend

But a day
Of parades
Of taps
At a graveyard

Of the reciting
Of Lincoln
Of prayers
For the fallen

But now
A Monday holiday
A 3 day weekend
But do we remember?

thick clouds hang over me
dark clouds encompass my soul
depression resides

Time borrowed today
Saved for another tomorrow
Set aside, reserved

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A moment just now
Time seemed to stand quietly
Now marching loudly

blossoms fall like snow
filling the air with their scent
my soul fills with peace

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joy comes with the spring
sorrow is for the winter
inevitably

staring at the screen
writing on a paper scrap
thoughts yet unspoken

as day becomes night
the wind is but a whisper
the trees remain calm

(old start different ending)

a new sound i hear
music i have never known
the sound envades me

note: for some reason i have never considered the poetic form of haiku, but a random event has placed this in my way and i have given it some thought.....and will play with them from time to time

a moment in time
gone never to return..but
a new one arrives

a new sound i hear
music i have never known
the sound fills my mind

(althought the current theory as put forth by some, leaves the standard 5-7-5 behind as a babe in the style i shall not)

An eclipse they say
Darkened the moon
Last night
Towards the end of the day

I could not see
Clouds in the way
So was it
Real or unreal

I tend to believe
What I see with the eye
What I touch
What I hear
What I smell

I tend to ignore
What I can't
Understand
When I can't
See the sum
Or the end

The future is there
But real or surreal
Will know
Someday
At the end

But I keep
Moving on
To the end
Of my time

1 step
1 scent
1 sight

And try not to trip
In the dark
Or the light

'Til all's understood
In the end

I woke up this morning
Stiff
Sore
Depressed

I woke up this morning
Feeling
Every year
Day
And second
Of my life

I woke up this morning
Grumpy
Remembering
Regretting

BUT
I woke up this morning

My soul
Reflects the weather
Not always
But today

Dreariness
Surrounds
And invades
Both

My soul and
The world
Around me
One

It seems
That at least today
The obvious interconnect
Is real and sure

Not always
But today

Spring has sprung
Maybe
I should dance with joy
But I resist

Old man winter
May still be lurking
Like a grinch
To steal my spring
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There one was a girl at the lake
Oh what a rack goodness sake
Took one more look
I'm gonna' make book
And bet that those boobies are fake
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a girl from old erin's isle
said to the troll with a smile
come fill my glass
and call me your lass
and rest 'tween my breasts for a while

the war invades my thoughts this morning
even though i will it not to...
i try to play the ostrich
but cannot

i try to place my thoughts
on the positive
on the mundane
but cannot

i listen to lovely music
i think on beautiful things
i try to focus on anything else
but i cannot

but i must
i cannot allow myself
to be sucked in to the maelstrom
i cannot
i must not
i will not

Depression
It covers my mind
As the snow covers the ground

Nothing seems to evade it
Nothing seems to be growing

And yet
Under the snow
Life waits

Bulbs planted last fall
Wait for warm
Wait for moisture
Wait to spring forth

Yet
Does that matter
Will the mind
Also renew

Will new life
Spring from so long forgotten
Thought
Some seed of truth left long ago

I wonder
But I suppose that very act
The wonder
Implies
That it might be true

while looking for just the right gene
to make all the little girls lean
they made a mistake
and o goodness sake
the result was truly obscene

there once was a girl from the west
who dressed in an old leather vest
she had not a care
and no underwear
but developed a rash on her breast

a boy went out on a bender
tried to lay a girl on his fender
but try as he would
she fell off the hood
it seems he couldn't suspend her

Winter surrounds me
The wind
The snow
The cold
Chill the soul
More then the body

I’m like a bear
Hibernating

Like a frozen pizza
Longing for the oven

Spring seems to be an eternity away

I reach for it
It seems so close
I stretch but
I cannot reach

It fades away
And then reappears
Each time just
Out of reach

But soon
When I least expect
It will sneak up
It will touch me

And like the phoenix
I will rise
But not from ashes
But from ice

For a brief moment
All is well

But
Winter’s
Comin’
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The leaves of fall lay on the ground
As I rake, I’m reminded of my past
Like pages of a tattered book
They lie around me as the leaves

Some brightly colored
Some dingy and old
Some forgotten
Some remembered

Some remembered
That would be best forgotten

I rake them in piles
No order
The good with the bad
All in a pile

I bag them
For the trash
But in my haste
A few escape

But whether
To trouble
Or to cheer
Ah there’s the question

Job’s done
For another year
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there once was a girl from down under
who made an incredible blunder
she put on her thong
but did it all wrong
and tore the poor thing asunder

there once was a girl from Madrid
who went out to purchase a lid
but when she was high
she hooked up with a guy
nine months later she now has a kid

i found these two bits of wit, written on a plank under the bridge this morning. of course as usual i may only be half right

But let's return to the girl from down under
Who made that incredible blunder?
Her rear now exposed
She sexily posed
And the applause it echoed like thunder
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the troll's got himself a tag-board
and i'm not expecting a horde
give me a tag
don't make me nag
or throw your butt into a fjord.
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there once was a man from spain
who ran naked around in the rain
because of that biz
he has rhumatiz
and is forced to walk with a cane
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old man bought a young girl from Nice
who insisted he sign a release
if when you're on top
your old heart does stop
i'll need it to show the police
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there once was a girl named olivia
who hailed from down in bolivia
all though she was dumb
when i asked her from some
a taste she would never gave-me-a
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there one was a girl from brazil
who worn no pants as she ran up a hill
she went head over ass
and fell on the grass
and gave all the old town boys a thrill

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it's 55 years to the day
that trollie came out to play
he may be old
but he ain't cold
so you best stay out of his way

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there once was a man name of roger
who liked the old brooklin dodger
he had an old hat
an old wooden bat
an old coot he was a,real codger

now this guy we know name of roger
took on a young female lodger
she burn his old hat
and swung his old bat
he was slow and just couldn't dodge her
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There once was a girl named Irene
Had a career on the old silver screen
But just a quick fact
The girl couldn’t act
And quickly became a has-bean
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It’s December 30
Year end

Should I look back
Why

Relive again what cannot change
Why

Learn from the past they say
But do they
Or do they just say
That to me

The past is
Well…past

Tomorrow is still
A blank page

I’d rather paint a new
Then scrape paint from the old

New brush
New paint

But a new picture
Why
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there once was a girl named Grace
she dressed most often in lace
when she came my way
i had nothing to say
but threw a pie in her face
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trollie came in because he was old
tis the way the story was told
with ice on his chin
he managed a grin
but boy he sure did look cold

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