No longer decided

No longer decided
Everything in flux
Opinions scattered far
From the root and the crux

Why vote on civil rights
What is due must be done
Even the smallest of
Fractions round up to one

Waltzing in the yellow

Waltzing in the yellow
Swaying calm and serene
Lifting my feet over
Blue making shades of green

Here in the Overwhelm
Bee in a tulip cup
Storm clouds gathering but
Choosing not to look up

Walking up Madison

Walking up Madison
A woman in gold waits
Adler's rabbits leaping
Before the city wakes

While soap bubbles of pure
Adolescence just float
Above the leaping youth like
A solitary note

Gray smudges of storm clouds

Gray smudges of storm clouds
Making blurry puddles
Reflecting a life that's
Fumbled and befuddled

Fighting back the season
That reads old passages
Discussions alongside
Unanswered messages

I bruised a perfect peach

I bruised a perfect peach
Can the tree forgive me
In the shade of its limbs
I beg on bended knee

Remorse is in my  heart
I take back what I said
Can we reverse the flow
Put back the blood that's bled

Best to be parallel

Best to be parallel
Than our lives intersect
For one perfect moment
Collision then deflect

Two paths propelled by
The same understanding
Travelling side by side
And forward expanding

In the September light

In the September light
A field of sunflowers
A procession of monks
Seeking higher powers

The crows criss-cross the fields
Searching for the cob crumbs
Anemones blooming
With asters and the mums

In this vast open space

In this vast open space
My problems become small
The weather is as wide
As the sky is as tall

Smaller than the cornstalks
But prouder than an oak
Facing the challenges
Before the final cloak

Let this gray sky hold me

Let this gray sky hold me
Like two gray pigeon wings
No honor in boasting
Of melancholy things

Or for surrendering
Dicing up principles
Find reward in coping
And counting syllables

Effortless and profuse

Effortless and profuse

From beginning to end

Our primary colors

Mixing a perfect blend

We are painting futures

By jumping into frames

And creating a splash

And signing both our names

Kicking the dirt around

Kicking the dirt around

From full moon to full moon

Garlands of days strung out

All tangled, tossed and strewn

Running into darkness

Not a pinhole of light

A graveyard for ideas

Kites that never took flight

Reflections on a bridge

Reflections on a bridge
That we crossed together
Immigrants to ideas
Our minds in a tether

Passing through the pupil
The needle's eye center
An exodus duet
A new realm to enter

Searching the eternal

Searching the eternal
Always coming up short
These notches of thin years
Of nothing to report

Will internet fossils
Be uncovered and found
In the sediment of
Social media's mound

A hole in life's pocket

A hole in life's pocket
First youth has fallen out
Followed by innocence
Then hopes scattered about

And sadly I lost you
Not clear on when or where
But when I went to find you
You were no longer there

An oil in water life

An oil in water life
Standing out from the rest
Floating, self-contained, an
Individual nest

No matter if an earthquake
Disrupts the world and shakes
The essence of being
The oil just recreates

Emotions disconnect

Emotions disconnect
A heart amputation
Hurt fills the emptiness
Total saturation

Paper boats of dashed hopes
Fold fast on the front wave
The wreckage washes up
Without cargo to save

Will this ever subside

Will this ever subside
Someday just disappear
This blemish now a wound
A splinter now a spear

A static electric
Shock turned lightning bolt
An earthquake shaking
What was only a jolt

Argument with a ghost

Argument with a ghost
That will never exist
Is it mere exercise
Or something I insist

No matter the outcome
I cannot change their mind
It isn't in their makeup
A lime in a lime rind

What is it that we lost

What is it that we lost
A child's finger painting
A soap bubble bursting
A false image tainting

A love without echo
The emptiness of heart
In the arms that held us
Right from the very start

This is my purest voice

This is my purest voice
It holds all the meaning
Each word, every sentence
A truth without leaning

Wanting to be better
I practice what I preach
Not a derivative
A Life you cannot teach

Breathe and then the senses

Breathe and then the senses

Followed by unknown years

Brief innocence blinking

Then wide-eyed learning steers

Trying to get ahead

At some point looking back

Satisfied, unfulfilled

Irregardless, then black