For mothers who don't care

For mothers who don't care

Those little Rhoda's grown

With children like brooches 

Or broken pearl strands thrown

Gentlemen or bastards

Princesses or bitches

Depends if reflection

Makes them saints or witches

Where is it we can bloom

Where is it we can bloom

After we earned our pride

In feeling glorious

The stem stronger inside

When the introspection

Sees past the self to sky

Where do we root our roots

To branch out shelves of I

Embarking on a thought

Embarking on a thought

Without a map or stars

Further, faster, until

Notes are absent of bars

Left, right, upside or down

In the ancient and new

Cave scrawl or Basquiat

True blue in every hue

Pondering all my life

Pondering all my life 

Imagery collector 

Searching in three-sixty

Discovery nectar

Both grazing and gazing

Rooted deep and dreaming

Like a turtle sunning

In a landscape teeming

Losing velocity

Losing velocity 

Seconds of breathing tick

Mountains now for viewing

Rivers the latest pick

Walking with grace not run

Down the ladder climbing 

No going back, no look

This salmon declining 

Slowly I’m faltering

Slowly I’m faltering 

Future reeling me in

Not pulling on the leash

Taking it on the chin

Finishing up early 

I can beg no better

Much left unsaid using

Mere twenty-six letters 

Embracing existence

Embracing existence

The wish of forevers

But where are dying birds

And where are their feathers

So I join the moment

TV in the background

A lawnmower starts as

Cloud shadows bless the ground

There is no unity

There is no unity

We divide and divide

Further growing apart

Everyone taking side

Small town America

Is not gentle or sweet

Misguided and lazy

Protesting from truck seats

The World is open arms

The World is open arms

Embracing, letting go

We've held each other close

Even more lately so

Foraging through the why's

My purpose has brought grace

Help people grow and change

And find an about-face 

Maple tree helicopters

Maple tree helicopters

And acorns will return

The corn thrice knee high and

Green tomatoes red turn

And the painted light will

Paint this mid-summer scene

While the repeating sun

Will have washed out the green

A hole in my pocket

A hole in my pocket

It must have fallen out

It's nowhere to be found

I've searched here and about

It is lost to the World

I blame only myself

I hope someone finds it

And keeps it on a shelf

I have always been deaf

I have always been deaf

Hearing and thinking rhymes 

Filling in the blanks and

Whole sentences at times

A form of privacy 

And pirateness evolved 

Without guidance or guard

Unknowns had to be solved

Walking on reflections

Walking on reflections 

Of moonbeams, not sun rays 

Pure joy has a pure source 

Not derivative ways

Love is not cut flowers 

It begins at the roots 

Entwined deeper below 

Not the flag but the boots

Visiting time today

Visiting time today 

Its vast passenger seat

There’s no clock on the wall

Or measured seconds beat

Time spent with time hoping

For others in the plan

I came asking for help

But know, nobody can

The sole survivor with

The sole survivor with

Therapy and research 

Was deprogrammed from a

Crazy family church

They promoted greatness 

Excluding empathy 

And mind your P’s and Q’s

Or get the Nth degree

A raincoat in sunshine

A raincoat in sunshine

The tempermental storm

Ready for a downpour

Unpredictable norm

The others are playing

Sharing a hearty laugh

No worry of weather

Or me here on this gaff 

The questions continue

The questions continue

From sapling to the tree

Who am I and how I

Fit in the World of We

Shaping and changing as

Quickly as clouds in sky

And like the child learning

Grown old and asking why

Boxing fists and clenched teeth

Boxing fists and clenched teeth

Courage found from anger

Justice fails us all when

Truth becomes a stranger

Whining about losing

Finding solace in lies

And do not blame others

If you have cloudy skies

Stars are buttons sewn on

Stars are buttons sewn on

The universal skirt

Twirling while its hem is

Dragging Earth in the dirt

Is this all haute couture

Or merely avant garde

Caught in a button hole

Somewhere in a square yard

Poetry needing pause

Poetry needing pause

The period is there

Not run-ons or ramblings

Performances in air

Am I too old-fashioned

Not modern and advanced

It's not do-si-do but

Has it already danced

Come here to the hillside

Come here to the hillside

Past the cities and burbs

Make a solo treck here

To molasses day verbs

Where butterflies flap their

Wings like newly spined books

And breathing starts syncing

With distant staring looks

Still here after the floods

Still here after the floods

The childhood broken dam

Here in aging orchards

On the plateau of am

Long past the struggle and

Great rapids to this spot

Celebrating living

With every daily jot

I am one of many

I am one of many

All futures have one known

The infinite journeys

From our first breath to blown

Colassal in color

Feelings run the gamut

From celebrations to

Grace or plain goddamnit

Alive and wondering

Alive and wondering

Curiosity gene

Not demanding answers

Just inquiries of keen

And the what ifs and hows

The chaos or the cog

Enlightenment lighthouse

Finds an exit from fog

Bending the circumfrence

Bending the circumfrence

To bring us together

Can't we see ourselves as

One flock many feather

Discarding Shangri-La

And requirement of friends

And still have great respect

From beginnings to ends

Giving moments meaning

Giving moments meaning

Isolating raindrops

Celebrating clover

And kernel in the crops

A granular beauty

Transient yet touching

The passing Overwhelm

Is at times too muching

Simplicity striving

Simplicity striving

Singular as a flame

Love of metaphysics

The familiar unnamed

A weathered stone or drink

Of cold water when parched

Releasing drawn arrows

On a path of pure arched

Outside of the frame yet

Outside of the frame yet

The distance creates view

The eagle and water

If schooled fish only knew

Still longing for lasting

A soldier amongst troop

I'm MIA fighting

From my balcony stoop

Boats falling from the clouds

Boats falling from the clouds

Comets like dried flowers

Stars ground like white pepper

And feather rainshowers

Re-spinning the planet

Stirring houses and cars

Jumping rope on treetops

Blue treble clefs on bars

Beginning today with

Beginning today with

A long meditation

Questioning arrival

And self-medication

Dismissing the baggage

In order to travel

Both lighter and farther

In shoes without gravel

Going through the motions

Going through the motions

A needle without thread

Hemming and hawing thoughts

White Rabbit sloppy dead

Conclusions drawn without

Any pencil or lead

Finding the perfect words

That are not being said 

Long after a rainstorm

Long after a rainstorm

A small puddle remains

Not evaporating

Not finding any drain

A perseverence mop

Has taken on the task

It is time for a change 

If anyone should ask