anymore...
- (life vest)...
you can set your winds to steer me in...
to wash up with the tide...
try to drown in gritty ground...
this ship on which i ride...
curtail my sail by dragging tails...
hail your starboard side...
muddle my rudder with manmade clutter...
and hang me out to dry...
you can stir up trouble... dose it double...
and scheme with nightmare's dream...
but don't go thinking you're gonna be sinking...
this boat on sea of seas...
you can plot a path from course of wrath...
at any kind of cost...
move the horizon i set my eyes on...
and try to get me lost...
cover the sun under charts undone...
darken the stars at night...
grab the wheel with hands that steal...
free rays from guiding light...
you can stir up trouble... dose it double...
and scheme with nightmare's dream...
but don't go thinking you're gonna be sinking...
this boat on sea of seas...
you can close the port of any sort...
and mark my freight too old...
keep it holed in the hull below...
in hopes to stay untold...
mar my goods with worldly scar...
call my ship unfit...
cut my anchor with sharpened rancor...
then go and bury it...
you can stir up trouble... dose it double...
and scheme with nightmare's dream...
but don't go thinking you're gonna be sinking...
this boat on sea of seas...
you can roughen the waves and dig a grave...
for me to capsize to...
chop in half my wooden mast...
with nothing better to do...
have your sharks swim 'round my bark...
between your buoys of fear...
then pray in haste i'm laid to waste...
beneath the depths down there...
you can stir up trouble... dose it double...
and scheme with nightmare's dream...
but don't go thinking you're gonna be sinking...
this boat on sea of seas ! ...
~~~~~~~
track of time...
there's a track of time runs by my place...
on a steady course alright...
i can see the daytime riders...
and those ones still on from night...
their faces always look the same...
i know them pretty well...
ain't too hard to recognize...
the kinda stories they tell...
i never see 'em change their pace...
that express must run on time...
reckon it's their schedule...
for those stops on down the line...
can't see me ever fillin' a seat...
to chance that choice to try...
cause my heart won't buy a ticket...
just to watch my life go by!...
~~~
-
(day-greetings)...
i'm always losin' my track of time...
it's too easy for me to forget...
so i'll bid the day a new "hello!"...
as perhaps it's morning yet!...
and if by chance the noon has passed...
with evening on its way...
i'll greet the minutes that came along...
and give them a fine "good day!"...
and just in case i'm running late...
and missed some fading light...
i'll take those hours that passed on by ...
and tuck them into "good night!"...
~~~~~~~
the peddler...
worn-out lines on weathered skin...
leather suitcase walks with him...
shadows dressed in disarray...
shine upon the peddler's way...
pocketful of pittance gone...
old bones and beard keep plodding on...
shivers swallow hungry thrist...
footsteps follow... drowned in dirt...
works his world by word-of-mouth...
summers' north and winters' south...
this mannequin of poverty...
window shops for luxury...
trades his tales for homemade smiles...
sells a story... then stays awhile...
hardship lessons priced for free...
wait to learn of charity...
packing life with treasure's junk...
survivor's ego fills his trunk...
legend leaves no next-of-kin...
to the peddler... and his willful whim...
~~~~~~~
a hobo...
a hobo shared his can of beans...
with a stranger by the fire...
silence listened to those flames...
as the old man stirred 'em higher...
soon the heat was moving...
to the chewy tune of two...
savoring the flavor...
that gratitude tends to do...
stretching out the rounded count...
of fifteen ounces net...
each bean tasted better...
than the best as it would get...
their mouths kept busy for a spell...
in frame-by-frame slow motion...
rolling meat beyond its shell...
with lavished well devotion...
the last bean brought along de s sert...
which licked their lips quite clean...
as the air from chilling embers...
filled warm friendship in-between...
before the cold could reach their bones...
they each laid out their bed...
then under prayer by the code of the road...
they gave thanks for daily bread!...
~~~~~~~
-
(a child's eyes peered)....
a child's eyes peered through an age splattered pane...
upon brisk moving matters inside a vacant domain...
where foot-noted minds on a broad spectrum tier...
were stepping up progress for successive premieres...
they stood clustered around a fact measurement scale...
busy weighing these things through discerning detail...
stacks of evidence prepared in decisive cling wrap...
gathered seems into linings underneath thinking caps...
from mentors to inventors and whoevers in-between...
onto typical perception to distinguish what it means...
they studied and quoted and replayed their findings...
pitting bits against bits in domestication's classifiying...
with semi-finalized round-ups propping elbows on desks...
each trial run soon tunneled to a narrowed-down test...
it precluded exceptions should they somewhat forget...
how this prefaced existence needs its options close kept...
well the youngster's fresh wonder let his eyeballs roll clear...
beyond walls in those hallways where thoughts profiteer...
so when an undetermined factor quickly backed into view...
he left these men to their illusions and he took off with truth!...
~~~~~~~
-
(relay race)...
from a peer group's special interest clan...
to a headful on install-meant plans...
as logic figures scrawl across the mind...
into territorial marking spots...
by sharper claws who draw alot...
and pass that massive image down the line...
it's a relay race at illusion's pace...
using second-hand conclusion-based batons...
as if ideas live forever after generation's grace...
of rendering all thoughts relied upon...
with a tragedy in strategies...
mentality's matter of factories...
gets a patent towards inventions for its brain...
under human-natured tendencies...
false notions alter entities...
to manmade versions out to stake their claim...
it's a relay race at illusion's pace...
using second-hand conclusion-based batons...
as if ideas live forever after generation's grace...
of rendering all thoughts relied upon...
in thinking trapped by shrinkage wrap...
apron strings clinging fray the ends of adapt...
on a faculty's package into casualty's uncertain terms...
qualified status at a ratified drive...
satisfied appetites too hungry to survive...
make-believe tidbits giving mimicry a bigger urn...
it's a relay race at illusion's pace...
using second-hand conclusion-based batons...
as if ideas live forever after generation's grace...
of rendering all thoughts relied upon...
~~~~~~~
-
(re-convey)...
a herd of moments got rounded up...
as a rancher put 'em to pasture...
a passing cowboy out lookin' to buy...
wondered how much he' d ask for?...
"well" said the rancher gazing over his stock...
"them moments ain't worth too much...
been used darn hard by my cattlemen...
that they 's run plumb outta touch!"...
the cowboy spun his spurs in the dirt...
then dug up an offer or two...
"so to take them moments off'a yer hands...
gives ya land fer somethin' new!"...
"not quite" the rancher answered back...
eyeing those points still spinnin'...
"ya see them acres they're grazin' on?...
well that barren ground goes with 'em!"...
~~~