While soaring for wisdom

While soaring for wisdom

Up from low hanging fruit

I began to question

The need of my pursuit

A greater happiness

Deeper understanding

The failure to find it

Is just a crash landing

Walden Pond polluted

Walden Pond polluted

Leaves of Grass are browning

Greta growing grumpy

With good reason frowning

Iv'ry billed woodpecker

And twenty-two more

Species now extinct with

No future, just before

There are too many lost

There are too many lost

We must hold a counting

Find the shepherd in us

The numbers are mounting

The lifeboats embarking

Lifesavers will be thrown

We must try and rescue

The ones who are more prone

Real reality

Real reality

A star is just a star

Wishes wafting upwards

They never get that far

Youth, a lost possession 

But we find character 

Our words tended flowers

Our actions the nectar

September painted light

September painted light

Yellow and gold with white

The moon without its night

A witness to it all

Soft notes of a wind chime

As the day ends its climb

No sense of the true time

Not answering the call

Collapsing foundations

Collapsing foundations

Preparing for the worst

Facts being made fiction

Truth seekers being cursed

Stealing what's not stolen

A tragedy of fools

Someone lies, someone dies

The elephants are mules

Poetry like Christo

Poetry like Christo

Moments in a wrapping

Both intense and fleeting

The Raven is tapping

Present then nevermore

Now stories to be told

Words riveted into

A digest, a skirt fold

A divided spirit

A divided spirit

Without a dual heart

Both math and emotion

Yet a pushpin on Art

Sporadic energy

A mosaic of mixed

But a central essence

Unwavering and fixed

No consequences for

No consequences for

Lying to our neighbors

For distorting the truth 

With all sorts of flavors

Wrapping the lies in flags

Yelling fight for freedom

Refuse to wear a mask

It's a choice to be dumb

Piece of stained glass window

Piece of stained glass window

Broken winged butterfly

The fish bowl is cracking

Not long now, it will cry

And not long thereafter

Shangri 'la burns like film

Hopes of clay spun like gold

Will break within the kiln

Far and then further out

Far and then further out

Beyond rescue mission

No sign of lighthouses

Northern Star omission

When the gut is guidance

The heart is unhampered

Emotions raw and red

Begging to be pampered

In the light and close up

In the light and close up

The flaws are standing out

This rickety structure

Need to miter self-doubt

Thoughts live a rural Life

As off the road drifters

Self-awareness prevents

Succumbing to grifters

Before the full circle

Before the full circle 

In this arc of the day

A rush to gain traction

To answer Hopes not pray

To produce and to tend

Before the overripe 

The passing of chances

And left only to gripe

This is meant to impress

This is meant to impress

From the shallow to deep

A verve for the living

Dreams billowing in sleep

But what is its substance

Organic or plastic

Consumption, expansion

Mundane or fantastic

Time gives and takes away

Time gives and takes away

Leaving on arrival

Moments lost in ever

No hope for survival

Dust and little glitter

Future rarely knocking

On the closed doors of past

Time ticking and tocking

Autumn is now bedside

Autumn is now bedside

The long summer ailing

With apples ripening

As their leaves start paling

The sun sinking faster

Quick as a Times Square drop

The temperatures follow

So too the cornfield crop

September eleventh

On August the seventh

The great Phillipe Petit

Stepped where no one has stepped

And now can not repeat

September eleventh

The World Trade Centers fell

The innocent murdered

In a terrorist hell

Everyday arriving

Everyday arriving 

The answer is living

To all of Life’s questions 

Without a misgiving 

It is not inquiries 

That matter in the end

We answer by doing

Verbs, actions and expend

Here is a wave for you

Here is a wave for you

This teardrop of potion

This single small plating

Imagine the ocean

Seek the soul in the troughs

And lose sight of the shore

Take a step on a crest

And telescope explore

I am not a Judas

I am not a Judas

Nor lucky Barabbas

Update your perceptions

Put down your abacus

Grow up as I have grown

In emotional school

Act your age, be adult

Abandon the slide rule

One foot nailed to the floor

One foot nailed to the floor

Circle like a chained dog

Even earth is caught in

A galatical cog

We build with corners yet

They are not to be found

In the natural world

It must be curves or round 

Are we all fallen leaves

Are we all fallen leaves 

Lost S.O.S. bottles 

Lone experience forged

Self-made Aristotles 

Or jesters, case may be

If not for empathy 

Our leaves and bottles would 

Collect but not find We

I haven’t climbed mountains

I haven’t climbed mountains 

And haven’t crossed a sea

So why are these landscapes

So embedded in me

Dreams never reach the stars

Heaven is just a hope

I merely jumped a creek

And slowly walked a slope

Planning for the future

Planning for the future 

Experience waiting 

Flexible and rigid 

Choices still debating 

The fruit is ripening 

The trees are adding rings 

Eager budding with the

Discovery of things 

Song to clouds and canyon

Song to clouds and canyon

Blue roses court miles plus

A summer Hejira

Is Reckless aMingst us

Wild dog in a rain storm

Night indigo sign

With the tiger they both

Now must travelogue shine

First the sun like a bird

First the sun like a bird

In the palm of my hand

Then pushing it into

Pacific oceanland

Yesterday's footprints are

Erased by wind and sand

Like childhood, like youth, the

Generational And

Each time we are leaving

Each time we are leaving

Ruth, Georgie or Stevie

Will they be alright while

We're taking it easy

They say love never dies

And every vacation

They are there at the start

Without expiration

In this fury and blur

In this fury and blur

It's a whirlpool fishbowl

Grabbing, clutching, holding

Moments from the black hole

That warm room in winter

In thick woodwork and calm

We lifted ourselves up

A small pool in our palm

The city skyscrapers

The city skyscrapers

With their Rudolph noses

Are still sitting empty

As this season closes

The corporate ladder

Now a kitchen step stool

Water cooler meetings

Are void as the carpool

The chord still strikes today

The chord still strikes today

Emotion memory

Here again, hear it play

Never gone embery

In my heart residing

Beside me, beside you

A love undividing

For any part is true

Alive in painted light

Alive in painted light

Brushing the underside

Of trees in late summer

Up and down the hillside

And on the ascend just 

A touch more of sun crest

By the time we descend

The sun has gone out west

Amongst the evergreens

Amongst the evergreens

They believe leaves don't fall

The world has it wrong and 

Their arguments stand Tall

The pictures and stories

Can't seem to change their minds

Evergreens, all they know

There can't be other kinds

Adjusting attitude

Adjusting attitude

And how to spend the day

Inviting reactions

That propel and not sway

Seeking a sense of bright

Finding new parts unworn

In touch with happiness

Picking the rose not thorn

Exercise emotions

Exercise emotions

In a stretched out haiku

Word furniture arranged

Poetic sudoku

I am hearing echoes

My anger now whispers

Here I am happier

My angst, it just whimpers

After the Overwhelm

After the Overwhelm

I leave myself behind

There's the All of the World

Outside of my own mind

Introspection takes me

To seek out the full herds

After I free myself

Join the flock of jailbirds

It is time, so I must

It is time, so I must

Bury this elephant

In the deepest, widest

Hole of non-elegance

Not a memorial

This is meant to fossil

Movement forward must leave

Behind this colossal