Fighting Ignorance

This word popped into my lexicon

today, while basking

in the setting sun,

I wondered aloud about

what it is we seem to focus

upon while all around

our familiar ground,

the ignorance of life

seems drawn to

interfere with

a

quiet reality.

 

Sweet ignorance

the bliss of our lives

suddenly has feet

begins its walk again,

when a man,

a seeming professional

screams a rant at his own fear

in order to make a point,

that was already denied

fifty years ago,

when the time for

ignorance

seemed waning

rather than gaining.

 

We do sometimes choose to ignore

that purveyor of our deepest passion.

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Passing Cars, Traveling Lives

When I was a little boy,

leaving nose prints on the picture

window,

in the rain, the streaks I’d follow

a free hand, fingertips,

tracing this world in some design.

 

When I was a little boy,

I’d watch the travelers

all of them pointed in some

direction,

a quiet neighborhood,

I’d often know the cars,

know they were watching me,

nose prints on a rainy day.

 

When I was just yesterday,

I wondered about time,

if it were ever really the same,

or if with practice,

would our lives intersect,

like the cars milling by,

the neighborhood

would only speak,

if shouts were ever heard.

 

While I wonder quiet about time,

I watch and hope for every time

the rains fall the glass of windows still

remind me of my childhood, if I will.

I Would Wait For This Moment

If it meant two people from opposite sides might smile,

I would wait for the final moment,

if I could know it was coming soon, we might lose denial

to recognize the beauty of Man,

beyond the animal, far and away we might know

the human condition,

it all of its fervor,

trying forever to recognize the places

our minds might go,

but if in the moment,

I measured race to be an entity

of sharing love and passion and a compassion

for the well being of the misunderstand,

then certainly it might be the classroom,

the place where lives we touch,

could smile again,

look upon each other in a sea of clouds,

both distant and frankly above,

and through that atmosphere

of a certain unknowing,

might we then,

remember where this all began,

in a place we might call love,

yet,

understanding beyond the mystique

does lay the real,

we would then shout from the rooftops,

we now know how to look one another

in the eye,

sharing a pleasant catharsis.

is it as known as the love we might have shown.

Public Outburst

When once we try, we seem to always want to …

In the grip of our mentor’s eye we flail

veritable while the moment at hand,

suddenly turns reactive, perhaps passive.

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I’m tired these days I would certain say why

if anyone were to ask, yet the shadows

remain rampant reeling ideals,

settled by a common thread of decency.

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To cause the curtain to fall on a prophecy

one might suggest a travesty of the kind

whose scrutiny become the laughing tide

welcomes the opportunity to wonder aloud.

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When faced by a fear to recognize truth

we would certain fall upon ground scathed.

Days Ago; Weeks Ahead

Did you wonder if it was about then,

that time, when we,

well, while the world grew cynical

around our own lives.

Did you ever think

we might be as necessary

the cogs in the wheel,

as anyone else who symbolized

that same hypocrisy.

Would you walk with me,

just for a short while

so we might again wonder

if that was ever really that

special.

Many days,

the long stretch of an hour,

the time it takes to wonder why,

I do want to cry,

instead I’m told,

‘say good-bye’

and let memory take the place

of what is today’s reality.

It’s just,

there are times,

there are these wisps of my imagination

tell me bold,

what a lovely time you always were.

I still don’t know if you’ll ever read this

the same way you could read my eyes …

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*photo found on Deviant Art

Same Songs Remind Me

Happy Xmas – John Lennon / Yoko Ono

I listen every day,

while the hours seem to fly,

I wonder if ever I might understand

the actual rhythm or the notion,

that temperate fire of our lives.

We seem to need

sometime a gentle reminder,

what it is, why we are, who we may,

we want always to have an eventual

quiet or loud,

boisterous or mild

coming of age,

an epiphany, delightful in retrospect,

idyllic in the coming days …

We do really wish peace,

we want love,

those tears we feel are the reason,

we choose to walk forward,

again, again, again,

we will always hold onto that hope,

it is love, only that, simple,

please!

Peace!

Welcome Here

Now

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There is this place I feel like I belong

where I can see beyond

a world inside my head

a place where original notions

might evolve

An analyst’s couch where once we told

our darkest nightmare,

that undecided frightened look of terror

only for his eyes

later her eyes were telling the same

truths

There is this place where I might shadow fear

to find the words suggest

I’m here …

now.

~

*photo credit – my coffee shop (they let me drink here)