When Life Gets a Little Crazy

Poems and Responsible Thoughts

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May 8, 2016 Geometric Patterns

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soul fools expecting redemption from prayer, forgive yourself losing oneself in the frolicking of dizzy matter ego stands erect beyond moral structure deliverance of sanctified blood and flesh a man’s gift to the masses the suffering now expected all must pay the price for belief ignorant lives assume the worse by not facing the conscious choice of deceit existence is suffering, suffocating pressure to bend your will, brought to the dying bones of other’s selfish cravings eyes conscious of monstrous action on innocent flesh with disturbing glee untethered emotions begin the forward progess thoughts play around the burning fires violent minds begin to break through the young warriors simmer if you are where I placed you you have no rivals

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May 8, 2016 Paying the parking meter

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May 5, 2016

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May 3, 2016

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May 1, 2016

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May 1, 2016 Calm surface, depth measured by a ruler on small knuckles the cirrus clouds above move us into a spiritual realm the lizard lies with his bones exposed in dry heat I feel lazy wishes escaping bottomless desires rocky shadows, hidden spaces taken by retreating prey anger boils under calm skin flesh hides death’s lust finite bodies dreams of eternal bliss texture of doubt words spoken in silent praise incessant time touching nothing but death’s will structures of energy, relentless motion escaping hopeless chatter we have weight but no control, our space determined by lifeless choices I am sculptured to the stone face reflecting eyes, coal black no will to change to become something else air locks us in to an unbreakable corner without escaping our little boxes we accept in collective sighs errands for someone else’s needs heathen anger toward a new light of miracles lost momentum reminiscences into a quiet submission, a wishful past

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April 30, 2016

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April 26, 2016

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April 24, 2016

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April 25, 2016 The Ride head spinning back with no support red hair hanging over the side eyes closed, the world gone your thoughts drawn to the universal your red hair, fiery flames reaching out eyes closed tight to the whirl of her son’s opposite spinning in this moment one of a kind faster now as the world blurs its suffocating presence a fire burns in a tight cocoon against the strength of her savior denied arms released, raised with laughter back is arched as her feet dangle spins over her lost moments with his presence duly ignored stillness, in a small circular orbit unable to separate into the vastness of dark space minds reaching for evidence the red hair a violent storm blowing wild fires, spreading the smear of blush on a clean palette red furious winds scorching the earth with ashes, burning doubts, one begins the resurrection the carnival attendant pushes the buttons to extend the ride looks at her fiery presence and wishes he could join them the boy spins the wheel faster seeing his mom is happy he is filled with pride for his doing, they can’t have her his laughing infectious, his eyes a glow with meaning eyes of a love giving, enduring opposites colliding in this moment they are insulated from their past and future in this twirling is a silence between them a knowing of what their lives were the stillness broken his soft voice scared the blows strike the right chord thuds on the back door guilt widens the circle of discontent narrows under the suns glare a blessing of release as the spinning begins to slow letting go of your thoughtless control your eyes opening to a son’s smile there are truths for each of us, a young mothers love

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April 24, 2016

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April 23, 2016 Puget Sound Sunset

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April 23, 2016 seek replacement parts your body needs to be younger take something not mine my right of passage towards sickness the back slapping festival of god’s demise overruled in courts of white cloaks faces rich with bloody hands maybe a smile intended for another a 'hello" behind you never turning your head maybe a new face lift to greet the stoic faces of your apostles a new hair dew for a pompous look of forgetfulness babbling is good for the heart as you rush past the hand asking for food are your eyes widened to see less your time now long posts of drivel your fingers rapidly typing your pure thoughtless life of others you are losing moments that pass unexpectedly always listening to the sirens call for more wrapping it tightly around religious fervor, the money filled bible we bare our crosses to the summit looking for a reaction posted asking the ultimate question of our existene how many likes did I get?

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April 22, 2016

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April 16, 2016

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April 15, 2016