LIVING CHOREOGRAPHY

Two wrongs never
make a right because
like in a magnet
repulsion is a product

of similarities. Destiny
is predictable despite
all efforts to alter
its formulations.

SAFE PASSAGE

Memories tender yet strong
warm the cold heart, frozen
by the present frigidity
spark the flames of

forgotten passions. The
ignition transforms hidden
revelations into transcendent
emotions relegated to

the sideline's of the
present reality. What never
was might have been,
only in a form not recognizable.

PRAYING FOR THE TRUTH. HOPING FOR A LIE

Free falling with the illusion
of a safety net or
maybe the illusion is
just an illusion

conspired to reflect the
shadows of monsters in
the mirrors of my life.
Providing a choreographed

dance of my destruction,
the recollection of interpretations
prohibit the possibility of
salvation from reality.

NO COMPASS

Traveling somewhere but
going no where with
only the memory of
a tattered road map.

Traveling alone but
not by myself.Off
to destinations unknown
with sudden departures

at the rapid speed of
slow motion held steady
by the mania of the moment.
Blinded by the light of the dark.

TECHNOLOGY OF PERCEPTION

Found out by Facebook
my mother is dieing again.
No longer part of the loop,
since my own death.

Despite my resurrection, I
never really lived again.
Miracles diminished by
wonders of modern reality.

Life lived out loud to
an audience that can't hear
my wavelength on the
current spectrum of distortion.

FACING REALITY

Knowing the future
provides little comfort
for the present when
the past haunts one's

reality. Embarrassment is
not shame but the
pain feels the same.

DEGREES OF RIGHTEOUSNESS

The law's the law
except when it's not.
Civil or criminal,there
are hairs to split.

Justice comes in two
sizes. Different meanings
of guilt, difficult to
enforce.Wrong can be

right, It's just a matter
of degrees. All agree to
be impotent to disagree.

UNNATRURAL DESTINATIONS

Born in the capital of
states but raised in
the states of mountains.


Price of tuition won
in a game of chance. All
to take naps and drink
Kool-Aid in private.

Good grades and awards
fed the teacher's pet. School
was just a break between summers.

Sacrifices were offered to
alter of the playground with
particular homage to diamonds
not fit for jewelry.

Ships for scholars were offered
but vessels were chosen
that sailed close to port.

Test scores reflected a
bright future for
tomorrow's medical savior
yet life is not choreographed.

Swerving to avoid someone's pet,
a car became a plane
that crash landed.

A nap of eleven days
unawakened by medical alarm
clocks. The soul rested but
the future fractured. Miracles remain.

Now short of gifts,
plans. Residuals provide an
income of faulty perceptions.

All is not lost, a voice
remains. Graduate school completed
at the university of life. Diplomas
granted by professors of the public.

Marriages come and go, like pages
turning in a comic book. Father
of two from marriage number three.

An unscheduled arrival
at destiny's station. Time
to heed the conductor's call.

HOW TO HEAR

Most eyes see a
crippled mime, silent
in a loud world.

Words on a page
give voice to
all my thoughts.

Read what I write
to hear what I say
so I don't fade away.

POETIC FINALITY

A poem is not
finished until the
reader has read.

The writer may
write in a language
all his own.

Until the message
is shared only
silence is heard.

VISION QUEST

Just a poor, disabled poet
but more than often
I see pretty clearly
the way things truly be.

To what do I owe
this gift? Does it
come from some
well earned advanced degree?

Forget all that, I'll
tell you now. The
price of poverty
has set me free.

McSHELL GAME

Tighten our borders
just enough to
allow us to insure
that dollar menu.

The rewards of
hypocrisy is
convenience for
the middle class.

This convenience
is only an illusion
allowing suppression
of the masses.

SILENT NOISE

Waves of progress
give everyone a voice
but not every
one hears.

Showers of letters
precipitate profusely
leaving puddles of
words. Pools of

isolation permeate
throughout an
interconnected and
lonely society.