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Monday, October 31, 2016

Last Halloween

October 31st, 2015

It doesn't feel
like Halloween

I look out to
a dying tree
with burgundy leaves

The crisp in the air
vanishes on this
spooky day

Scribbling down
what I see
how I feel
As Adele's Hello
adds the soundtrack
of the day

It's hauntingly
beautiful

Dreaming of kids
trick-or-treating
tonight when the
ghosts come out
to play

The coffee shop
where I'm writing
these words
is now empty
along with my
cup of chai tea

Two older woman
taking in chairs
across the room
as I sit at my table
crumbs from the
sugar cookie now gone
lay on the wood

The table in front
of me left with crumbs
from two different
woman who were there
when I sat down here
well over an hour ago

I admire my
dirty sunglasses
as I sit
thinking of all
the words I've
read and written
since I've been here

No one bothers me
nor I them

As I sit at
the table
mind wandering
back and forth
between being in
Mexico with Patti
and in my own stories
as Adele continues
to block out the
life around me

At peace within myself
in my own universe
writing and reading
my day away
with a smile
on my face as
the people around me
leave me be



Monday, October 24, 2016

Nasty Woman

You call her
"such a nasty woman"
when she is indeed
the opposite of what
you pointed her to be

You see,
she is more ready
then you'll ever be

You say you respect
women
but then contradict
yourself
You call her out
only hurting
yourself

You don't do what you say
you do what you do
More cameras on you
than you can probably
think through

You've shown this pattern
again and again
Revealing your true colors
'til the very end

Monday, October 17, 2016

there's one and there's the other

people are temporary
art is everlasting

i wrote the second line
after i read the first

truth meet truth

the truth of life is
that we all must
one day leave it

the truth of life is
that we can leave
behind traces of
our souls in pieces
of art

art comes from
creative thoughts
inspired by
everything
or
nothing

art can be perceived
a million different
ways

depending on the eyes
viewing a departed soul's
work, it can be seen as
beautiful or ordinary

a piece of art is how
the dead artists stay
alive after death

their ideas linger
amongst the living
inspiring to create
new work

art is everlasting
people are temporary


Monday, October 10, 2016

Thoughts I had on a Sunday

If everything was meant to last until the end of time

There would be


No change

No birth

No death

No seasons


Life would be dull

The days would be endless

Time would stand still

Moments would not exist


Adapting to the fact
Life is no longer
What it once was nor
Will it ever be the same again


The bodies will breathe

A final breath

But our souls will never die

Our stream of consciousness lives on

Interacting with other souls

In new ways than we can now

What we leave behind

Is the only thing

That will stay

Monday, October 3, 2016

Writing Away on the Memory Train

The pain is gone
The memory fades

As the words ink the page
My hand feels lighter
The pen is looser

My grip is apparent, aware
Of the pain riding away

Into the night
Miles behind my feelings
I grasp all my thoughts

Preventing them from
floating away for good

As the sun says goodbye to the stars