Thoughtful is as a thought is.
If it’s thoughtless then who’d miss this?
Is this thoughtful then, and honest,
or more thoughtlessness in solace?

The thought being given makes it
by definition thoughtful.
Or then at least thought-partial,
partially thought not unsubstantial.

Deeper in thought still wander,
and think of thoughts to ponder,
which make long pauses longer,
for thoughts longing along.

And so thinkers and thoughters
sit thoughting on one another,
while this thought-un-ful other
Remains thoughtless all along.


Great White

Drawing           out           in           open           waters
the          drawn          out          empty          words.

No       amount       of       mind       or       muscle
could      save      you      from      the      thirst.

Only     listen     in     those     great     places
as        the        open        circles        close.

And when  you see  form in  the spaces
hit it square on the nose.


Color me purple
and black and bruised,
but please I beg you
spare my pride!
But color if you must
if coloring does,
to give warmth and control
to this life.
Color me crazy
with every possible hue,
if it suits you to
color me in.
And paint a better picture
than the one in my head,
yes please color instead
from within.

Soul Script

Little dots on the page
make plays at stage
and with time will age
less of grace.
The little lines they leave
will then want and weave
about endlessly
lost in space.
But with luck and time
some may intertwine
and build line by line
to replace.
That should time review
and see it built anew
there’d be left words too true
to erase.

Slowly Disappearing

I can see now that I’ve been slowly
from the face of
my face
this world
is forcing me to face
the reality now hits
it’s almost as if
it’s been happening without my knowing
blinded by the will to keep going
I see now
I cannot just keep on if I don’t know where to go
I cannot sort the tiresome if I don’t learn to say no
I cannot hike this landslide if my footsteps never slow
the wall will hit
and rinse, and repeat,
if I don’t first learn to let go
if I don’t take the time to fix what’s wrong
wipe the slate clean
before the slate wipes me gone
and I’ll be disappeared
lost to myself
lost in my own skin
I see now that I am slowly disappearing
and I need to
seek peace from within
and seek love from you
I know now it will take both of the two
to slowly somehow
draw myself back in


Fallen leaves
Face time further refined
They show on each line
What mimics on mine
We’ve weathered
Through well worse behind
Yet more on the horizon
Has yet to bear mind
To fair such weather
Is to tempt tempests blind
So prepare yourself darling
For who knows what you’ll find