Enough of this pretense

Enough of this pretense

Today was just fiction

No element of truth

Or sign of conviction

With pathetic results

Not anything worthwhile

Mounds and mounds of nothing
But shame and denial

Not playing tic, tac, toe

Not playing tic, tac, toe

Simply walking away

No longer on the grid

No X, no O, no way

Like a moon traveling

From where it once had spun

Or a planet breaking

Its spin around its sun

The final fingerprint

The final fingerprint
Are these the final words
Are these the last actions
Before the past tense verbs

From the womb to numbness
Giving life but not love
Even the last touch is
Delivered with a glove

These senseless religions

These senseless religions

Beliefs cannot be law

Just because it’s written

Doesn’t free it from flaw

There are rules to nature

That shalt not steal or kill

Godless and logical

Than faith can move a hill

Drowning in the vastness

Drowning in the vastness

As big as time and space

While staring at the pores

That stretch across my face

The Universe expands

My understanding less

No nearer to the truth

The answers, just a guess

Not much thirst for the here

Not much thirst for the here

Nor much taste for the now

There is nothing to reap

After years at the plow

Leaving nothing behind

No real value or worth

Inevitable death

Insignificant birth

Where are the buttercups

Where are the buttercups

Like my childhood, they’re gone

In this one day of Life

Now more twilight than dawn

Remembering when we

Held them under our chin

The more butter we liked

The more gold on our skin

Definition of me

Definition of me
A thread of DNA
The pressure of a thumb
Against my spinning clay

The patterns of the iris
A single fingerprint
The poetry published
Is merely just a hint

To see the World again

To see the World again
Without knowledge or proof
The beauty of dreaming
Before bubbles go poof

With the eyes of a child
Still puzzled and staring
At the wonder and awe
Without reason glaring

Here again the distance

Here again the distance

Steps between life and death

Circles of time racing

Until the final breath

Gardens of hopes and dreams

Each seed not a flower

Too late to plant a tree

Never see it tower

Dreaming of long distance

Dreaming of long distance

Further than I can see

Past the mountains, the clouds,

The sky or galaxy

As far as yesterday

Beyond my reach or touch

Possessing all of time

Doesn’t add up to much

Here another sunrise

Here another sunrise

Another day unique

The morning dew and fog

Cover the hillside peak

Celebrate the instant

The blossoming of now

The exhilaration

Before the sunset bow

Insignificant Life

Insignificant Life

Even decades destroyed

By the pressures of time

The moments we enjoyed

Like lockets of fossils

Irrelevant debris

Along with the battles

And triumphs we decree

Living with exclusions

Living with exclusions

Can’t go here, can’t go there

Avoiding fixed turnstiles

And always splitting hairs

Can’t speak to people that

No longer share your view

And closing books before

The stories can conclude