unamused
musings
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Twisted branches.
It seemed a good idea at the time.
Leafing out again from this twisted branch.
I was the volcano mocking pollutions puny pipes
I was the orphaned orca
I was the worker without money
I was a black bear hiding
I was the arrogant banker
I was the goose in the wheat
I became a pier near the shore
I saw that day in that life
I became the foreigner, changing
I was the crowd day to day, uncaring
old and low on hormones,
already was too low for that world of men.
looking for ambition
bouncing with reaction
making use of a sunny day.
Sept 2020
Burdens of sorrow,
Sometimes overloaded.
Stumbling through the sunbeams
A wave of satisfaction,
The constant fluttering of tomorrow’s leaves,
Today, alone.
2021
so sweet smile
The sun was shining,
The birds were singing, and
I was singing along.
You sat close to me
sunshiny breezes were
blowing through your hair.
And when you turned and looked at me,
It struck me to the core.
A sunny day, your sparkling eyes,
Your so sweet smile.
That so sweet smile took my breath away.
That so sweet smile always lights my way
The leaves were dancing on the trees,
The sun came flickering through
We had come together,
but we didn’t have a clue.
But when you turned and smiled at me
Love came shining through
the joy of life, ours to share,
that so sweet smile.
That so sweet smile is with me every day
That so sweet smile lights my darkest day
Interlude:
The new dark clouds hide the sun
The rain comes pouring on down
You’ve been gone a long time
The faces all wear frowns
But sometimes the clouds will break
And sun comes shining through
A rainbow bright can light the way,
That so sweet smile.
So sweet smile
With me all these years
So sweet smile
Can always dry my tears
2022
Muses hiding in the trees.
No one to distract me from this trail.
The business of all the others passing by.
Say hello, muse!
Make Do
Memories and habits
Build a make do
Lonely day.
Prism
These memories of self
distort the day.
Shaded by internal,
Perceptions reflecting this distorted light,
direct these wandering pathways.
Painting pain-colored days.
Old and Blue
Old and blue,
Need something new to do
Otherwise these days get filled with memories.
Old and blue,
Need something new to do
Otherwise I sit here thinking of you,
Old sunny days and old stupid fights,
Old mistakes too late to make right,
Fading today blue
Without you
Not much to do,
Old and blue,
Need something new to do
otherwise these days get filled with memories.
Thinking of you, and you too.
Not much to do,
Old and blue,
Need something new to do
Go somewhere new, someone to woo
Chase out the blue.
Something to do
many days memories blooming in today’s sun.
Not much to do,
Old and blue,
Need something new to do
Otherwise I’m thinking of you.
Better Days
Body is mind.
Seen better days that these.
Easier days to stay positive.
Healthier days
without age dampening the outlook.
Remembering days
Better days less fractured in pieces.
Better days than today.
When it was easier to find the bright spots.
Me
Looking in the closet
For a face to wear today.
Everything looks old and used,
A little tattered at the edge.
That one will do,
Tried and true,
An old me for today.
Balloon without a string
Balloon without a string, where are you going?
Balloon without a thing to hold you down.
Balloon without a string, where are you going?
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.
Wind keeps blowing,
pushing me this-a-way.
Wind is changing,
Pushing me that- a-way.
When the wind’s blowing,
It pushes me anyway,
Ohh!
Here I go!
Balloon without a string, where are you going?
Balloon without a thing to hold you down.
Balloon without a string, where are you going?
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.
2024
Truth and beauty
Truth is a momentary thing,
hard to pin down before or after,
but it made this happen.
Beauty a state of mind,
Sensed in completeness.
body and brain balanced, satisfied,
in the larger world.
The shape I’m in
Environment sure.
Free to grow in a fine environment.
Twisted in the rough ones.
Good times.
Tough times.
Then, again, the will,
choosing a path,
or being led
in any environment.
Turning on that chosen path.
Up and down that path,
choosing a path,
or being led
through these environments
leading to this me.
Dog Dreams
sleeping the day away
dreaming dog dreams
bring the food,
bring the water.
hanging around dreaming dog dreams.
incomprehensible dreams.
is that a bunny?
that’s scary!
who is that?
in between the walks,
just dog dreams.
Karmic wave
Riding my karmic wave,
dodging flosam,
trying to hold this wave
for a higher landing.
ep Pact
I found you late,
they locked you away.
Not Walt's sweaty swagger,
but an artiste,
Telling your world and of poets before.
Castles, violinist love.
Financial wars and nazis.
Sounds like the Europe of my time.
Carving Walt's wood.
Moon
Full moon beauty
falling in flat moonshadows.
Wasted on me,
this quiet clear night,
beautifully real.
yikes!
There is the muse!
Hiding in the crowd in poet’s clothing!
Tongueless,
songs of the hideous rulers unsung.
Missing the cue.
YOur times.
US government led by moral dwarves.
Hide in the crowd!
Your bleating, anyway,
lost in an ocean of electronic information
but the blood of evil’s victims collects.
Humanity unchanged.
Greed and drums of war.
What say, Walt?
The ways of men!
Now, pools of blood grow larger.
Weep, tongueless poet!
This pleasant neighborhhood,
the love
will fade in time,
but the children’s blood will be remembered.
Aching night!
Dark and hungry.
Corrupting power.
Whose hand has slain my child?
Hiding only encourages the prancing devils
unable to contain their animal nature,
corrupting the souls of others.
Speak up, tongueless poet.
As humanity’s crowd,
heedless of it’s power, pushes on.
Sing not only of love.
Sing not only of beauty,
but also the song of jets and bombs
and souls of evil
songs of lost love
weeping for the lost children.
Fall Rain
Take this opportunity to grow
after summer’s drought,
before winter’s cold.
This autumn warm and wet,
though short,
holds beauty unseen.