2019, notes, thoughts, Uncategorized

Thought 13dec2019

life is a frightful entity,
stupid, crude, and cruel.
It can not be helped.
Albeit,
we are responsible,
and must hold ourselves accountable.

It has been written
and preached
when one is born,
and immediately is guilty.
How can that be?
Is being innocent, a crime?
What is the crime, really?
I have a wild impulse to smash something.
to completely let loose
with a baseball bat.
but where?

2019, New Poems: workings and beginnings., notes

Every time Wolf walked upon the line,

Every time Wolf walked upon the line,
He’d touch the French Stove
With his fingertips.

As he dragged his fingertips
Across the hot metal,
The heat burned through his skin
To warm his soul.

It reminded him of his grandmother
Of the mornings he’d sit at the table,
watching her cook,
And listen to the pans
clanked on the hot metal of the stove,
And she’d tell him stories,
Of the past, and her imagined future.

And he wondered,
Why every emotion costs so much.?

2019, New Poems: workings and beginnings., questions

Question

why do we do the things we do?
why are we the way we are?
with traits like shyness,
Generosity
Integrity
Loyalty
Devotion
Loving
Kindness
Sincerity
Self-control
Peacefulness
Faithfulness
Patience
Determination
Persistence
Adventurous
Fairness
Cooperation
Tolerance
Optimism
Spirituality
Dishonesty
Disloyalty
Unkindness
Meanness
Rudeness
Disrespectfulness
Impatience
Greed
Abrasiveness
Pessimism
Cruelty
Unmercifulness
Narcissism
Obnoxious
Malicious
Pettiness
Quarrelsome
Caustic
Selfishness
Unforgiving
Dominance
Confidence
Persuasiveness
Ambitiousness
Bossy
Resourcefulness
Decisiveness
Charisma
Authority
Enthusiasm
Boldness
Proactive
Playful
Zany
Active
Wild
Silliness
Affectionate
Funny
Rough
Talkative
Rowdy
Smart
Fidgety
Lively
Impatient
Stubborn

2019, New Poems: workings and beginnings., notes, thoughts

the center of the hurricane

In life
things whirl about you.
the very ground we walk and stand upon
spins;
and, the earth in itself
orbits the sun.
and all that spins.
within
the universe.

As a child,
I’d spin
and spin and spin
and spin
and frail about
crashing into things
and in that strange state of vertigo,
I was the center of a hurricane.
I was standing still
and everything else was spinning.

every wheel has a center
unmoving
the center of our galaxy is the sun.
Where is the center of the universe?
Is that where we will find god?