Goodbye My Friend

I saw you there, among the crowd,
of lost beings; wandering, searching,
for morsels of food and a warm bed

I scooped you up, as your eyes searched mine,
I knew right then and there, we were kindred fires;

souls upon this earth, together for 18 years,
as you purred and stretched out there beside me,
both of us, no longer had any fears

Fate saw fit to bring us together,
where we'd have many miles,
to wade through the vicissitudes of life;
you made it all worth the while

Now, you're gone, but no longer in pain,
the disease had wracked you at the end;
life knew, there'd be no more to gain,

so death swooped in to relieve the guilt,
so I'd know, I did everything for my friend,
to let him go peacefully at his life's end

I love you TC. My wonderful pet. Rest in peace. 

It's Not A Wonderful Life

Tax evaded; you've strayed,
where they'll scope you out,
like a spy on steroids,
until you pay up - as if you haven't enough

The cycle of life repeats,
as time eats his children for monthly bills -
This is not a spontaneous existence;
it's circular drudgery, as the last man,
marches to the beat of a psychopathic drum

The lone survivor; the descendant of creativity,
stands ready to jump ship to the next planet;
there, a home awaits among oblivion,
where time will no longer crave souls

Something to be Thankful For

Delicate gold leaves, skim past me,
in a rush of cool breezes -
they tickle my cheek in playful melodies,
like a bow to violin strings

Creative harmonies wrap my mind,
in a rush of symphonic memories;
nature remembers freedom, I don't,
but the gift is there for the taking

The present of creativity,
wrapped in November thankfulness,
as I sit to eat of the seed-bearing plants;
the animals will sit this one out

I'll be thankful for empathy,
insight and an intuitive mind,
that bears the weight of poetry -
that's worth saying a prayer for, this thanksgiving


In your misery,
you cannot see the history
playing out in your life,
like a song on repeat

Anger, seething underneath,
because you refuse to address the issues,
that caused the problem in the first place

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The Maze

On the hamster wheel they run!
Chasing the cheese, not having fun;
for they think there's a prize at the end,
but there is no cheese, and the illusion is,
there's no prize awaiting for them at the end


Have we not strayed,
far, from the naturalness of things
forgotten the names of wildflowers,
and the taste of their nectar
Engulfed in robotic life,
nature is an escape, not fully immersed in,
but a mini vacation, taken on weekends,
where the office still plays its part

Have we not strayed,
far, from the nakedness of things,
where the rim of the moon, dangles,
dipped below the sky, with its sootiness,
among the night and twinkling stars
The milky way beckons,
yet we fail to admire the mystery of it all

Have we not strayed,
far, from spring fields;
summer sands; fall leaves,
and winter flakes

I dare say we have,
yet I feel they're drawing me,
inward towards their comfort
and inner circle, where at last,
I shall remember their names

The corn field, its husks,
the lilac groves, and perfumed lots,
where tulips sway and roses dance
The mooing cow, lowing sheep;
the butterflies' wings,
the hummingbird's beats

Let me never stray again,
remembering that I am part,
of the larger picture -
let me never forget the sounds of the universe


What's making you sick?
This lacking within,
so you suspect you need a friend,
to become alike in every way
No individuation, no personality to make complete,
this task of wholeness, you cannot see
For if you were to find your way,
find out who you are today,
you'd be one step closer to wellness,
and less likely to be dragged down by the herd