No reason, none at all

No reason, none at all
These hash marks now haystacks
Absent of a needle
Shuffling in its cracks

Positioned on an arc
Beneath the dome somewhere
Empty thoughts are heavy
And tulip stems are bare

In the inches searching

In the inches searching
For anything profound
The touch of a tangent
A new tuning fork sound

An exchange of feelings
May be needed to reach
The sound of compassion
The offer of a peach

The human condition

The human condition
Is just ordinary
It is ours and then not
Silo lives we bury

We bloom until we break
On broken or strong stems
Victims or survivors
You and me, us and them

A day out of season

A day out of season
The sun still keeping time
The envelope contents
"We are" and not the I'm

In the pocket of New
Apart from any past
Yet not future arrows
The stare of Now is cast

A disposable thought

A disposable thought
In the center of green
Cannot fall from my mind
In a moment pristine

To have witnessed the false
Pervading the prairie
The obvious result
Engagement, can't marry

In our own haute couture

In our own haute couture
Threads of knowledge and heart
Tailored and embellished
Individual Art

While living in our clothes
Hiding loose threads and holes
Regrets tucked in pockets
Our sleeves must bare our souls

Forever is too long

Forever is too long
This moment is passing
It seems monumental
But not everlasting

Learning acceptance of
My own foolish fishing
My restless worm riggles
No catch after wishing

This repeating chorus

This repeating chorus
No third eye, a cyclops
Where is realism
Not theatrical props

This story is stories
Stacked up like cinder blocks
Too much of the same and
Nothing varied as rocks

Is there a moment when

Is there a moment when
It all comes together
Or is it just questions
Forever on tether

Is there a moment that
Peace is ushered by grace
When the tension is gone
And release from our face

Too much on a pinhead

Too much on a pinhead
It's crowded like clover
In the density can
We see the sky over

We all travel alone
In a togetherness
Some are pillars of stone
Others fluid finesse

The feeling of discard

The feeling of discard
And the no sense of worth
The utter dismissal
That began at my birth

But the strength of my root
The resilience of stem
Defying the climate
And the wishes of them

The unknown catalyst

The unknown catalyst
Skipping stones across thought
Caressing the pristine
Learning what can't be taught

Somewhere in good graces
Of moments in suspense
The release of abstract
No boundaries or fence

Fear, too close to a wound

Fear, too close to a wound
Impulsive protection
Dodging eyes and answers
To avoid infection

In the grand scheme of things
Even my perspective
What does it matter, not -
In the vast collective

Here in the deep abstract

Here in the deep abstract
Negotiation nails
Are strewn about useless
In the absence of rails

An invitation to
The unraveling hem
A simple answer yes
Commences the mayhem

Perseverance power

Perseverance power
Forward movement with wake
An eye on the finish
The yellow ribbon break

Falling, tripping, grovel!
The slow chipping away
Beneath the roughest stone
A monument display

Loitering through these days

Loitering through these days
No conclusions are drawn
The pendulum swinging
From morning until dawn

Kicking the stone further
Directionless, unaimed
Into vacant future
Our destiny unclaimed

Being an example

Being an example
Does not ensure success
We are not divine by
The act of being blessed

We must grow like nature
Even at point zero
And push hard, forth and out
And be our own hero

In empty space abstract

In empty space abstract
Where thoughts have become skew
And in the emptiness
Possibilities brew

The opposite of black
Instead of darkness fear
In the blindness of white
The sum of parts grows clear

Entrenched in existence

Entrenched in existence
Not boastful of being
Not able to stop all
The wrong we are seeing

Even in this corner
It's hard to accept
Those without empathy
And promoting neglect

Not fulfilling the What

Not fulfilling the What
It's been about the Who
Self improvement and the
Experience anew

And the world we live in
From foot roots to head sky
Greater understanding
Of the questions of Why

Refusing to believe

Refusing to believe
When truth is transparent
Simply unable to
See what is apparent

And so proof must be made
Or the pattern of trust
Will bend so far until
It shakes, rattles and busts

Enough of the inward

Enough of the inward
A full landscape of space
Between the forest and
The sprawling human race

Determine to relate
Understand the unknown
Seek a sense of others
Be it fluid or stone

No contact, no friction

No contact, no friction
Or camaraderie
The frown and the laughter
Tragic and comedy

Out of sight and orbit
Gravity defying
Reeling and careening
Never unifying

We are here in placid

We are here in placid
Beneath a clearing sky
All about nourishment
Inside, the sleeping why

Is it my turn to row
The albatross will guide
Rest, the setting sun puts
Its finger on the tide

Missed opportunity

Missed opportunity
Or avoiding trouble
Panoramic chaos
Or small heap of rubble

Not the definition
Too far outside the word
Not broken English or
Some erroneous blurb

The World could be bigger

The World could be bigger
Mustn't view it as small
Faithful answers for some
Become questions, that's all

Theory versus practice
The list of shortcoming
With forgiveness the bridge
The fractions start summing

This Vivian Maier

This Vivian Maier
Moment or mere second
Time's relentless blooming
Without fruit or beckon

In harshness or beauty
Death in infinity
We are fiber not thread
Soles, not divinity

Where to find the courage

Where to find the courage
Experience gives strength
To go the great distance
And not the timid length

Somewhere in the stomach
Or anger in the heart
Repulsion or madness
Or backbone from the start

Somewhere outside the self

Somewhere outside the self
Not even within view
Somewhere in the ether
Past the silence of the blue

In the place where wishes
Of everyone arrive
In the collective Hope
Each one of them just thrive

Further out past safety

Further out past safety
Past the thicket, the woods
Into open space of
The should have, would have, coulds

And the further upward
Into vast open sky
Sensing truth of being
Without the question why

Surviving in sureness

Surviving in sureness

No risk, no penalty

The struggle of sameness

Repeating mentally

Exhausting the low fruit

Tired dreams not adapting

Lame day after lame day

Relentless bombasting

At the intersection

At the intersection
A Life alteration
Both roads are a cliff dive
At high elevation

Always knowing of choice
Does not alleviate
The fear or the dread of
No ways to deviate

There's nothing so tragic

There's nothing so tragic
Just blemishes at most
No significance just
A near miss, an almost

Dust never piling up
Worry will come and go
Like dark clouds blocking sun
That never rain or snow

Days becoming numbers

Days becoming numbers
Moving the abacus
Often succeeding at
The ideal Atticus

Braving the mere chances
The festive or folly
Embracing the moments
Realism, Dali

Damage to the cocoon

Damage to the cocoon
No hope of butterfly
Sometimes it is better
Every day not clear sky

Not all of fruition
Leads to a perfect peach
The laws of nature are
Often times meant for breach

A lesson to be learned

A lesson to be learned
Difficult words to eat
A strong pill to swallow
Acceptance of defeat

In a world, exactness
Commands authority
What to do when lacking
Superiority

No mountains or oceans

No mountains or oceans
Or pivoting plateau
Obstacles transparent
The invisible no

Not on the paper edge
Not a desert or flood
No signs of a battle
Or the spilling of blood

Amounting to nothing

Amounting to nothing
Generational heap
All the tosses and turns
Still not finding good sleep

And yet like sheep they go
Each one over the fence
In the here and the now
And then into past tense

No reading between lines

No reading between lines
Only the word is meant
Its meaning not confused
Understanding unbent

Intuition ignite
Acceptance abounding
An oak tree existence
A tuning for sounding

Excavate to create

Excavate to create
Build foundations of stone
Always look left and right
We are never alone

Learn how and how not to
The Edison light bulb
And when there are no rhymes
Make up words such as gulb

In the wild, the untamed

In the wild, the untamed
A burst of energy
In the abstract of math
And not geometry

The theories of create
Nothingness exploding
At first gas, then liquid
Then solids unloading

Reluctant to further

Reluctant to further
Oars out of waters rest
Trying to understand
Without taking a test

Forgiveness of others
And the self included
And sipping the nectar
Who cares how diluted

Interpreting myself

Interpreting myself
Searching for translation
Chemical? Surroundings?
Or some calculation

Justifying the here
With mere pieces and parts
Some of it soul, some brains
Some large relics of heart

On a singular note

On a singular note
Yearning for symphony
Even cicada songs
Offer some company

Seeing some small pinpoint
On a circular yaw
Focusing on seconds
In eternity awe

Inhaling, exhaling

Inhaling, exhaling
The day in and day out
Living in a story
That there's nothing about

The rural butterfly,
It exists in full grace
No sense of purpose just
Its own order and pace

Recognizing myself

Recognizing myself
Still, feeling others' hearts
But when there's no return
The Red Sea up and parts

To escape to a land
Of care and empathy
For all scapegoats and then
Cascade its misery

Without an audience

Without an audience,
Witness or pair of eyes
A vibrant profusion
Unusual surprise

Changing as the light changes
Discovering the folds
Pondering the future
And the Hope that it holds

Abandoning the stars

Abandoning the stars
Too many souls restless
Empty mouths and stomachs
Injured wings and nestless

So much necessity
Centuries, years and days
The frivolity and
Our senseless, useless ways

A pause in poetry

A pause in poetry
Vocabulary short
The abstract lining up
Like ships at docks in port

Or English row houses
Pages prepped for a spine
All, dividing by one
Finding the equal sign

I forgot who I am

I forgot who I am
Justifying the means
Calamity backwards
Filling the in between

Loneliness with false stars
And the moon had no light
Not needing to look far
The beacon of insight

Sharing a small common

Sharing a small common
Our differences wide
With days separated
By a mere passing tide

A jar of buttons for
Garments that came and went
Prepared for a future
That never found an -ent

An unfortunate win

An unfortunate win
Abandonment design
Echoes found in structures
Victories in resign

Acknowledging beauty
Courting celebration
Finding Life exists at
Higher elevation

Not cross pollination

Not cross pollination 

Born in darkness and void

Nothing striking nothing

Not sad or overjoyed 

No flint or residue

No remnant of ember

No April, May or June

Not any December 

The clouds cannot rollback

The clouds cannot rollback 

Seems, time is descending

Once all new beginnings

Now, so much is ending

Never giving oneself 

A complete and fair shake

Always seeing the flaws

In the short life we make

After the arrival

After the arrival
A Life is not at beach
Entering the ocean
Reaching the out of reach

Stopping merely to rest
Pilgrim and refugee
Destiny and future
Elope without decree

Far from the crowded flock

Far from the crowded flock
Looking for the one tree
That grows far from the woods
Tall and solitary

An unobstructed view
Don an apron of space
See storm clouds coming
Or skies without a trace

The canary in me

The canary in me
Has flown out of the mine
Bright yellow and deep gold
Not following a line

To accept a wander
One can never be lost
The here and the now are
Coordinates embossed

Missed opportunity

Missed opportunity
Magnolia frost bite
Stillness in day and hour
Sitting here like a kite

How to appreciate
Present circumstances
Knowing what might have been
Given better chances

Sadness in happiness

Sadness in happiness
Wrinkled sheets of cotton
All the joys remembered
So many forgotten

Unable to go back
And share in a rejoice
Once complete, now apart
Floor boards without their joist

Not here empty handed

Not here empty handed

There are pockets of air

The long roads of Life are

Now gray strands of short hair

Seeking new beginnings

That may finish or not

Trying to serve the meal

While still stirring the pot

This Art is a challenge

This Art is a challenge
To find change and make change
To see outside the self
Every inch, open range

To dive and further delve
Immersing in the Whelm
To find the single All
From center to the realm

Without the armor suit

Without the armor suit
And open to mistakes
My faults fully exposed
The pieces, cracks and breaks

Now living with the glue
Rebuilding foundation
Dreaming of buttresses
Seeking revelation

A happy history

A happy history
A moment collection
May not be here and now
And only reflection

Resting with a knowledge
And not Life exercising
Wanting to strike the flint
And see a fire rising

Anger wearing white gloves

Anger wearing white gloves
Love leaves all else in dust
We do not hate but fight
Free everyone, be just

Religious freedom makes
Us not able to live
Free of religion when
They take but cannot give

The internal erect

The internal erect
Some magnitude earthquake
The wobbling pedestal
And the sense of self shake

But the essence of "we"
In this two man canoe
Not forgetting the nest
The spawn, the other's shoe

Longing to not let go

Longing to not let go
Slowly seeing release
Feeling lapping like a
Tide going out in peace

A dirge beneath the moon
Hopes slip in moonlight kink
Accepting the never
Lastly, the kitchen sink

Hopes and dreams in thin air

Hopes and dreams in thin air
Moments that never meet
Like Winter and Summer
Or Spring and Fall, don't greet

Looking for just a glimpse
A shaft of light, a chance
Opportunity gone
A balloon burst by lance

In the blankness, empty

In the blankness,empty
The sources gone to sleep
Focusing on dreaming
Letting the waters steep

No river, no ocean
Residing on a pond
But unlike Narcissus
Looking past, far beyond

A prairie with few trees

A prairie with few trees
Broken clouds, gentle breeze
Beyond fallen forests
Trunks cut down to their knees

Contrasts, complexities
Juxtapositions tossed
Intersections vanished
The poetry is lost

Past the intersection

Past the intersection
And maintaining the course
Having looked left and right
With all joy and remorse

Promises made and kept
Even without lockets
We are rich but wealth is
Not coins in our pockets

Love that remains a noun

Love that remains a noun
A rock that never moves
Stuck in a Zen Garden
With stagnant rings and grooves

So it is left in peace
No hands, no eyes, no hearts
Where there is no courage
No Life can grow from starts

Greater significance

Greater significance
Not God or self, just All
Caught in other's ripples
Choose to be box or ball

A lonely Spring passing
Magnolias survived
Without the bite of frost
No questioning derived

Like a Sunday evening

Like a Sunday evening
A sweater, summer's end
In moments filled with grace
No sun but sunlight bend

Deciding how to spend
A few hours before sleep
Two tangled and tired vines
Will soon be counting sheep

Out from the abstractness

Out from the abstractness
Plain sheet of white paper
Clouds are just clouds again
The cirrus that taper

Understanding the self
Contrasting the beauty
Of others, in others
Is this not our duty

Fighting finished battles

Fighting finished battles
Adding to casualties
After smoke and losses
The inaccuracies

Reenactments echo
The things that were not said
After the battle ends
They might as well be dead

Blooming until breaking

Blooming until breaking
Brief as youth, rekindle
Invitation to Spring
The years only dwindle

Utopia chaos
Is there a perfect flaw
Residing in winter
Contemplating a thaw

Here, a beautiful cloud

Here, a beautiful cloud
Passing as people pass
Like generations and
Mem'ries that didn't last

Against a sky and time
An ago that won't wake
Eternal lullaby
Nights without morning break

Our hearts are not broken

Our hearts are not broken
And certainly not blind
This cold indifference
You falsely call unkind

They were once a gift in
A mutual exchange
Where we found familiar
You found nothing but strange

The incredible inch

The incredible inch
In an abstract exhale
Pushing the Picasso
Outside the frame and nail

In the ruff of a void
A small cloud creation
In the inch of darkness
The spark of sensation

At the start of morning

At the start of morning
Heading north while the light
Approaches like a yawn
Slow stretching out its bright

And all our past travels
To see you in the Spring
Bringing your begonias
For your garden bed bling

No, life is not an art

No, life is not an art
It has large blemishes
Our own darkness in a
Darkness that flourishes

Unseal the blackest box
Continue seeking light
Climb east hills in morning
Descend west side 'til night

Somewhere between the stars

Somewhere between the stars
In the nothingness there
In the yawn of Big Bang
In a place without air

Answers or lack thereof
And time without meaning
This is our condition
In the inbetweening

I will not partake in

I will not partake in
Escaping, not real
Better to face events
Understand how we feel

On the edge looking in
Pulling myself center
Leaving the exit sign
A door meant to enter

Again the Overwhelm

Again the Overwhelm

The abstract and random

Like a foreign language

From a distant kingdom

All at once understood

Fluent and poetic

And then a traffic horn

Injects the pathetic

Injury 'til winning

Injury 'til winning
But not cleaning your slate
Contradictions on whims
All of what's yours is great

Staring with Stevie Smith's
March raindrops on black twigs
Graffiti my presence
And take personal digs

More and more a calm sea

More and more a calm sea
Cirrus clouds, a tilled field
Stalks of serenity
With contentment the yield

Weeding each and every
Pulling roots like carrots
Deciding, delighting
Farming our own merits

Allowing the sorrows

Allowing the sorrows
Of others to pregnate
To take residency
Inside me, incubate

The sadness, suicides
Through my skin, penetrate
And in darkest darkness
Hope tries to germinate

At the end of longing

At the end of longing
Before the letting go
The last of looking back
Like a late April snow

Accumulating void
Empty pockets, just fuzz
Holding onto nothing
Nothing was all there was

Here in the greater World

Here in the greater World
Losing myself to pi
Feeling how others feel
And understanding why

And accepting the facts
That stack up like round stones
Defined by our guesses
While living with unknowns

In air meant for a youth

In air meant for a youth
Time constantly inhaled
It is all now a thought
Still vibrant, not yet paled

In the light of a spark
The ribbons of years furl
The defining moment
Beginning of the curl

Finding the slow motion

Finding the slow motion
Melancholy refrains
Sunlight through cloud cover
Gardens after hard rains

Touching, not connecting
Energy for the bloom
None for fallen petals
Bulb goes back to the tomb

This melancholiness

This melancholiness
Does not grant permission
I know who I am with
The fullest admission

What is easy is hard
Utopian collapse
All ends in an instant
In a moment of lapse

Much about chrysalis

Much about chrysalis
Nautilus and conch shells
The deeper searching of
All others and ourselves

But what about pill bugs
The mosquitoes and gnats
Our hopes that are squelched so
Leaving us to shout "drats"

After the ecstasy

After the ecstasy
Wind torn flag days of beige
To the linen, the pale
Constant weather and age

The mystery still rules
Particles of Life, dust
Is there gold in the pan
And is this all for must

In between two breezes

In between two breezes
In the middle of calm
Assessing the landscape
Without presence of qualm

Partaking in beauty
With a serious joy
While yawning and sleeping
With days void of annoy

The abstract is precise

The abstract is precise
A pinpoint ironclad
Both a plateau and edge
A möbius nomad

In the essence of one
Are infinite fractions
And in the last movement
Unlimited actions

Not finding the time to

Not finding the time to
Reflect, compose or dream
Thoughts are not complex nor
Everything as it seems

Clouds are only clouds and
The night is full of moon
No more, no less, and the
Morning is coming soon

In the middle of now

In the middle of now
The future and the past
Are like sleeves on the heart
Like two sails on a mast

The weather yesterday
The forecast tomorrow
Are not here in the now
Find no cause or follow

Tulips in the abyss

Tulips in the abyss
Daffodils wake then break
Not all of us searching
The eternity stake

Love is permeating
Small world phenomenon
We are all near to touch
In this large marathon

Forever and ever

Forever and ever
But what day is today
Does it truly matter
The back and forth, the sway

Or the pendulum clock
Time, our one calendar
From great pyramids to
Gigabyte cellular

Are the words leaving me

Are the words leaving me
Or am I leaving them
No longer measuring
The cut of a rough gem

Taking my cubicle
In Life, in existence
Not lassoing clouds with
Great gusto persistence

Not too old to begin

Not too old to begin
Even a new season
The gift of time unwrapped
Does not need a reason

Untie all the knots and
Loosen the shoe laces
Connect to the moment
Here, now, people, places

This is a new plateau

This is a new plateau

Arms outstretched, full of sky

Farm land and fertile soil

Celebrate without why

The sun across a page

In the palm of the Earth

The occasional tree

To vantage point our mirth

This inch was the hardest

This inch was the hardest
And not the wider step
The mere smallest of change
And not the leap but crept

A growth, a spurt, a sprig
New vocabulary
Fresh words or perspective
Exponential prairie

The answers are unknowns

The answers are unknowns
The sky a bluer blue
Sense of infinity
Are not the stars in view

Immerse in beautiful
Simplicity of string
Bind the soul with friendship
Geyser the inner spring

Brighter before darkness

Brighter before darkness

Like heading towards the sun

Braver, wiser, older

Less fractional, more one

Sensing relief, release

Reaching beyond the cap

We did not know we were

Like sky caught in a trap

Insufficient knowledge

Insufficient knowledge
Relying on the gut
A sixth, sometimes seventh
Instinct that adds the but

Ominous, foreboding
Excitement in the air
This fork in the road is
Nothing more than split hair

Aunt Gerry loved daisies

Aunt Gerry loved daisies
Dividing them for us
And every Spring they bloomed
First ten, then fifty plus

It's as if she were there
The company they gave
The most honest flower
We know they were her fave

Born with a happiness

Born with a happiness
Unappealing to those
Whose recipes include
A dash of spite, cut nose

All their molding, yet still
Failing expectations
The disposition ruled
Despite the relations

A beautiful star now

A beautiful star now
Just over my shoulder
Still seeking, searching as
The questions grow older

Port after port, abort
Pinholes of light beckon
The mysteries of Life
Are out there, we reckon

Arriving further out

Arriving further out
Territories unknown
Arrows shot in great voids
The chasing where they've flown

Comma after comma
Continuous inhale
Question marks and colons
Exclamation points hail

Dropping any pretense

Dropping any pretense
The naked self stands firm
Transparent on canvas
With time the only term

Stepping into future
Requires stepping back
To merely sense the awe
At the richness of black

Abandoning the brush

Abandoning the brush
Life in two dimensions
The broom has more purpose
And greater intentions

Living reality
Beyond nouns, in action
Off the canvas, structure
Higher number fraction

No philosophy here

No philosophy here
Not insightful or wise
Asking only questions
Without any surmise

Observing water tides
Maybe science will prove
Until then Life is art
And its power to move

In the summer bounty

In the summer bounty
Two tulips in full cup
Individual bulbs
Together looking up

Beneath a Paris sky
The Eiffel may tower
But the zenith of Life
Is to reach full flower

Answer the child within

Answer the child within
They are asking for truth
Where was the love that is
Necessary in youth

And the love of the self
That fell under the shoe
Always keeping peace by
Acquiescing to you

Even the future is

Even the future is
Somewhat in the moment
We are a blink, a brief
Outburst and then dormant

All of the joy and angst
Daisy bloom to deadhead
We are living nouns and
The verb in us we shed

The waves no longer crash

The waves no longer crash
There is only lapping
Gone, the pounding door for
A soft window tapping

Walking without any
Destination to please
Even the uphill climb
Is a journey of ease

Pictures can seem complete

Pictures can seem complete
Only missing a frame
Yet there are still pieces
Needing a place to claim

Overabundant crop
Fruit ripened but not rot
X in the equation
With always more to plot

Days without scrutiny

Days without scrutiny
Can love or hate the moon
Can sing or shout loudly
Arrive too late or soon

Not doing something wrong
Standing for the jury
The court has been dismissed
Living without worry

Can we find profusion

Can we find profusion
Live in the Overwhelm
From a tall thin trunk to
The bouquet of an elm

Explode and not implode
Bloom in the colossal
Excite for the future
Place the past in fossil

In a state of alert

In a state of alert
Like movement to a fly
Not celebrating worth
Right as rain, right as sky

Working on existence
The flaws, mending fences
But cannot measure up
With endless offenses

After all the answers

After all the answers
The cutting to the bone
And the collapsing of
Jelly foundation stone

Our flag is still standing
The pillar sense of we
Nothing so singular
Or all about the me

What if nothing happens

What if nothing happens
Merely wishes on stars
Empty, disposable
And only were's not are's

Buried without marker
The echo, just a call
Tree falls in the forest
With no one there at all

No pearl in the oyster

No pearl in the oyster
Not a riverbed stone
Our wood grain not planed and
Our energy not owned

Catapults to freedom
Advancing without steps
Arriving with excess
And thriving in great depths

Find the stranger in me

Find the stranger in me
Somewhere in parts unknown
Dive deeper, further out
Where light has never shown

Seek the depth of others
Outside the picture frame
Beyond panoramic
And into the untamed

Yet another sentence

Yet another sentence
With some poetic twist
Accurate obscureness
Mathematics in mist

Perfect record keeping
Feelings chiseled like stone
A collection of days
A cemetery cone

No point of reference

No point of reference
Compass or equation
No synonym or rhyme
Or form of imitation

Ingredients of spark
And imagination
The mincing of moments
Until apparition

Sometimes there's a full moon

Sometimes there's a full moon
Sometimes, there's none at all
But the waves keep crashing
They did not get the call

Still recalling phrases
And the egos we fed
Why do they resurface
So long after the fled

At the end of the road

At the end of the road
Just past the dead end sign
Right where we turn around
And stare at what's behind

What a wonderful Life
We did it together
Two male turtle doves just
Weathering the whether

Art needs no witness but

Art needs no witness but

After the extinction

Staring at the monarch's

Singular distinction

Yet the pretty hillside

Welcomes the traveler

Come let's have a picnic 

And be the unraveler

In this mica moment

In this mica moment
Full sun, the twinkle star
Like sparks from a flint or
The scepter of a tsar

And then return to rock
Learn patience and sustain
Endure the cloudy days
And the snow, sleet and rain

Leave this mess all tidy

Leave this mess all tidy
Stack the impossible
And unsympathetic
Plan for the plausible

Enjoy not looking back
No sense of reflection
Wrap sensitivity
For selfish protection

The mystery is solved

The mystery is solved
All clear now as a bell
We travel to future
While flares rise up from hell

Afraid to be cruel
Fearful to be unjust
But we are neither and
Sought answers were a must

This is a beginning

This is a beginning
New carbon in our souls
Spit out into the vast
Universe from black holes

A constellation of
Two stars, a pair of eyes
That see reality
And quickly recognize

Weather reflecting moods

Weather reflecting moods
Or the antithesis
Plateau to plateau or
Mountains and precipice

Beneath these ancient skies
With clouds newly forming
As it always has been
Happy, sad or storming

Thinking without any

Thinking without any
Sort of punctuation
No commas, question marks
Colons, exclamations

Run on sentences with
Dangling participles
Poetic entendres
Doubles, even triples