When your eyes well with
the sorrow of yesterday
and it feels too dark to see,
tilt your brow upward
just half an inch
and look a little closer to see
that lightening strike
tomorrow.
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I let me.
God
the places I have known
and the places I have seen
and the places I will see
God willing
God help me
and to think
I don’t care much for God
only as much as he pulls for me
but oh God oh God oh me
what wonders we have to see
if willing, and willing
I let me.
a kind of dance
Nobody
gets out of there own way
they just get in the way of others
watch, listen, blend in
and you’ll see.
Nobody sleeps.
Nobody
sleeps. We
just break our feet
and walk again.
And again.
And again.
Then awake as if
from a dream
in a rented room
which smells of
antiseptic soap.
And like a child
waiting to be fed
we struggle
struggle to breathe
struggle to see
struggle to hear
we struggle to be
like we wish we had been
all those years
we couldn’t sleep.
to get lost in the current
It’s good
at times
to go with the flow
though to get
lost in the current
can happen
more commonly than not
so it too
is necessary
to get out of the mix
if only to see
if current seas
flow in both directions
it’s important
to know
whose ship you’re sailing.
swimming circles
like a goldfish in their bowl
you don’t ever get to leave
staying where they keep you
what a pity or relief?
hell I don’t know the difference
between seeing and belief
but that fishbowl you’ve been swimming
looks far too small for me.
so if you’ve thought what I am saying
half a dozen times
your chances of remembering
are just as good as mine.
like a goldfish in their bowl
I don’t ever get to leave
still I keep on swimming circles
headed for the sea.
rand0m th0ught #113
I see what I see
like the number 13
for reasons
known only to me —
got yours?
magic eight balls
I know I couldn’t have seen what I saw,
but I know I saw it anyway.
An old man, waving, his hair as gray as ash,
his beard trimmed short, a weathered Yankee cap,
his eyes like magic eight balls, googling my senses
causing me to stop and turn, knowing
I’d imagined what couldn’t be. But the mind
doesn’t have to play by any rules
that aren’t of its own creator,
like those magic eight balls whose advice
never really did make much sense,
whose questions we never truly sought to answer.
Words Of An Average White Male 