somewhere...


here's what happened to that old ink tattoo...
who yearned to stay only on paper...
from way back when 'til today...
and she's still on the same page...

                                    ~~~


    as legends may go there's this favorite that's told...
    of some cave holding substance far greater than gold...
    young spelunkers discovered it from days way back when...
    before explorers bought road maps and expeditions sold men!...

    'twas in time's early growing where life didn't come complete...
    with cloned set-in-stone owners buying moments to meet...
    so everything ventured came from nothing yet gained...
    no sure-fire stockpile nor insurance pay claimed!...

    this cavern held treasure worth more than all rocks...
    which minerals couldn't lessen or key elements un lock...
    for the cave itself kept depth well hidden from boundaries...
    that mark starting points to use learned ways around these!...

    and still this story keeps going with fables filling for telling...
    of how youngsters found love in a strangest of dwellings...
    where chambers lay formless while sketching in faces...
    and etched lines on pages draw heart for their basis!...


    ~~~~~~~
    a seashell's gps device...

    just place a big seashell near your ear...
    and wherever you both might roam...
    you may still hear its own gps device...
    link a musical map to that ocean at home!...

    ~~~

    open-ended...


    i got waylaid along my journey...
    ending up at some choice hotel...
    where they gave me the pick of the litter...
    from bed clothes to dinner bells!...

    never did care for fancy lodging...
    but it still wasn't good enough...
    for this inquiring man at their front desk...
    who studied and sized me up!...

    he st ated each room come s customized...
    through questionn aire selection...
    of all fine things available...
    from their amenities collection!...

    designer paint to consider...
    piles of carpet surrounding floors...
    velvet thickness in terry towels...
    and wood-grain-finish on doors!...

    pattern style s in ceiling tile...
    mirror frame s on walls...
    lamp shade tint for light bulbs...
    and distance down the hall!...

    i'd seen alot of crazy stuff...
    but not quite a place like this...
    where every little detail...
    must be catered to your wish!...

    i wondered about their clientele...
    as it seemed so out right odd...
    to be doing such thorough choosing...
    for a one-night bed of nod!...

    well a bit of rebel penmanship...
    added in the preference...
    "any simple vacant spo t "..
    as its single option reference!...

    i handed that man my paper...
    then waited for a room...
    he grimaced at my answer...
    grunting "it'll be ready soon"...

    complacently he plopped a key...
    loosely in my palm...
    with another grunt to "enjoy your stay"...
    as his disregard grew calm...

    i carried the key while looking around ...
    for that number stamped above it...
    which took me up this flight of stairs...
    to where a hovering sign was lit!...

    i unlocked the door then entered in...
    and much to my surprise!...
    sat a freshly aired-out mattress!...
    under twilight starry skies!...

    a gentle breeze cooed overhead...
    through lullabying birds ! ...
    and rustling leaves swayed gracefully...
    with each mellow note i heard!...

    among open dreamy comfort...
    'neath covers so soft and deep ! ...
    i laid my head upon this bed............
    (and couldn't have picked a better sleep!)...


    ~~~~~~~

    withinsight...


    they raised his mind to seldom rise...
    or stray beyond their boundary lines ...
    training his brain waves to stay confined...
    inside those ideas already defined...

    so easily taught to latch onto their thoughts...
    he readily copied each notion he caught...
    thinking from scratch was a matter of naught...
    and frowned on because of the fear that it brought...

    with mentality methods still learning within...
    these gists he'd been given were set to begin...
    they took turns like teamwork striving to win...
    even storing up talk for the skin he walked in...

    but different intermittent revelations arose...
    from depths of his soul leaping truth to its toes...
    so clear out of nowhere as dawning on goes...
    they profoundly appeared as one being there knows...

    now his voice brings awareness for change to occur...
    shedding light on blind ways since man's first days of birth...
    he joins other humans for the truth that it's worth...
    to mankind's well-being and future on earth!...

    ~~~


    spring forward or fall back...


    one night a portrait across a wide hall...
    asked the grandfather's clock about truth...
    " so how do you know as this hour turns now...
    that it's the right time for small hands to use ?! "...

    "oh don't let these changes deceive you my dear"...
    said the man's face to those ears o f that child...
    "for life has shown me the best time to tell...
    comes when ticktock stop s for awhile!"...


    ~~~


    food for thought?...


    a smidgen here...
    a portion there...
    a well-done broil...
    unde r medium-rare...

    a breakfast brunch...
    a luncheon line...
    a leftover supper...
    to reheat some time...

    is what we are...
    is what we eat?...
    is it food for thought?...
    or our table seat?...

    do we partake ...
    in a potluck feast ? ...
    of marinated meats ?. ..
    from the nature of the beast? ! ...


          ~~~~~~~

    storage...


    she saved minutes in her piggy bank...
    slid nights beneath her bed...
    stored weeks along the cupboard shelf...
    and calendars in her head...
    she put months in albums in advance...
    collected seconds by the set...
    kept years up in her attic...
    and a decade as her pet...
    she hung hours in the closet...
    folded moments for the drawer...
    yesterday sat at her table...
    and tomorrow walked the floor...
    daydreams called to visit...
    memories stayed awhile...
    the past became her parents...
    and the future was her child...

    then fate dropped in to bid good-bye...
    and as her ending day did come...
    she gathered up the time she had...
    for a final look upon...
    and there stood all the minutes...
    all the hours... months... and years...
    with nothing left to do but give...
    her one last shed of tears...


    ~~~~~~~

    a glow...


    there's a spark aglow... on a darkened mourning...
    a sprite of light... through a window pained...
    embers of love... in a lone hearth burning...
    gather to heart... what the spirit has gained...


    ~~~

    a new year...

    time gives birth to a new year...
    celebrations see the babe...
    he looks just like his parents...
    and some other years they made...
    his skin lays drenched in seconds...
    his mind sits full of minutes...
    his head resembles hours...
    while his cry brings daylongings with it...
    they hold this new born in their arms...
    and rock him to that beat...
    as each tick tock in his breathing...
    rolls down his hands and feet...
    they know what they shall name him...
    they call him two thousand   fourtee n ...
    and hope his days mark better ways...
    for every human being !...

    ~~~


    "in a sallysense..." note of thanks...


    as gratitude swims throughout channels of language...
    its far-reaching sound speaks like heartfelt fins...
    propelling the body of this thank you letter...
    alongside these lines from appreciation within!...

    in a world where written words travel so quickly...
    their faster lanes easily speed past raw thought...
    as speech multiplies by each mouthful of keystrokes...
    now caught in the time frame its clockwork had brought!...

    amid millions of terms filling space electronically...
    from tall metro web hubs to small village blogs...
    internet transport sees passage and scenery...
    fly by like commuters viewing life catalogues!...

    in the wink of one window sits a journey of verses...
    mere reflections to things existence might bring...
    its offering curbed by technology's curfew...
    as paperless rooms keep poems under their wing!...

    until a visitor looked in inspiring book-bound ideas...
    of giving word-house foundations a real page feel...
    literary know-how kindly answered my queries...
    lending groundwork assistance on a print's even keel!...

    and now thanks to the help from that overseas teacher...
    whose patience and file skills and layout design...
    built a paperback home for my poems to move into...
    welcoming folks through their door anywhere anytime!...

    ~~~


    a thought's appearance interiorly ...


    with so many ideas telling people to annihilate parts of mankind...
    insight shows that worldwide peace is never too much to hope for...
    if humans could see what a thought looks like inside ou r own mind s ...
    then maybe we 'd see how it's not worth enough to kill each other over!...

    ~~~
(and over-reading into it won't show it... it's simply)...


to see what a thought looks like inside one’s own mind...
without any kind of participation into the thought itself...
just an innocent observation of its internal materialization...
with nothing more and nothing less and nothing else!...


                                     ~~~



     temperature fence ...


    the weather and i sat together outside for a while...
    on temperature's fence between frozen and liquid...
    soon time joined us too with beguiling new smiles...
    hoping to widen our gradient through a visible grid!...

    cold storage above lowered floodgates of mist...
    as drizzles of ice chilled wet rain to its bone...
    like droplets of starch hardening lace in a spritz...
    under stiff upper lips that give breath frigid tones!...

    downwind around midway warm icicles formed...
    elongated tiers curving mercury's fine fringe...
    where thermometer's lift opens fahrenheit doors...
    for split-second drippings to enter therein!...

    gravity's firm coat buttoned all exposed length...
    unrolling more sleeve for those charms as they fell...
    its well-grounded cuff still a wristful of strength...
    holding powerful forces beneath their own spell!...

    puddles of meltage welcomed each solid jewel...
    into fluid-smooth pools keeping water rights clear...
    no longer did gemstones fill freezing-line capsules...
    when that fence where we sat then'n'there disappeared!...


    ~~~
    • for occupy wall street and all 99% ...


      we gave you a taste...
      and you don't wanna waste...
      us filthy rich...
      we gave you a taste...
      and you don't wanna waste...
      us filthy rich...
      we'll dig your grave...
      as you engrave...
      your life to the bitter stone...
      and there's nothin' you can do...
      'cause you can't stand alone...
      when we take your buck...
      and you're outta luck...
      remember you can't stand alone...
      we'll be diggin’ your grave...
      as you engrave...
      your life to the bitter stone...

      “oh no you won’t you rich elite!...
      we’re the 99%!...
      here to occupy your wall street!...
      for all your greed that steals and cheats!...
      you leave millions of us needing...
      brand new fair and square receipts!”...

      it's up to you...
      still your money's due...
      to us filthy rich...
      it's up to you...
      still your money's due...
      to us filthy rich...
      we'll keep you poor...
      as you endure...
      your life to the bitter stone...
      and there's nothin' you can do...
      'cause you can't stand alone...
      when we pass your buck...
      and you're outta luck...
      remember you can't stand alone...
      we'll be keepin’ you poor...
      as you endure...
      your life to the bitter stone...

      “oh no you won’t you rich elite!...
      we’re the 99%!...
      here to occupy your wall street!...
      for all your greed that steals and cheats!...
      you leave millions of us needing...
      brand new fair and square receipts!”...

      your day has come...
      your duty's been done...
      to us filthy rich...
      your day has come...
      your duty's been done...
      to us filthy rich...
      we've used your time...
      to help define...
      your life to the bitter stone...
      'twas nothin' you could do...
      'cause you couldn't stand alone...
      a debt's been paid...
      as you are laid...
      to rest with those so all alone...
      a name's engraved you...
      as a slave...
      to life with the bitter stone!...

      “oh no it didn’t you rich elite!...
      we’re the 99%!...
      here to occupy your wall street!...
      for all your greed that steals and cheats!...
      you leave millions of us needing...
      brand new fair and square receipts!”...


      ~~~
where to ?... my sons...

human evolution mired by its own velocity...
as throwbacks of pitfalls hit roadway's potholes...
replacing wheel tread 'neath time's speedy vehicles...
while running behind on childhood's well worn throttles...



~~~



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