Think contemplate, muse
Verbalize something to use
In everyone’s universe
With which to traverse
An intrigue with a tool to peruse

When an idea pops up
Use it for something it tops up
To solve a situation
Previously a vexation
But now a fluidic solution it just sops up

Record an idea that comes
Straight out of nowhere, which sums
Up and answers a question
Previously posed to test-you-on
Employing digestible useable crumbs

Dancing school with white gloves
Presented us all as young doves
Using waltzes as entry
To societal gentry
That occasionally turned into loves

With an online publication
One can spout an oration
Trotting it out for approval
Or candidacy for removal
Its swill simply too sour a libation

Legitimately informational,
An online publication’ll
Not only provide clickable sources
For riding atop kickable horses
But spur activities notably sensational

In the right places, opportune
Moments pop up as a boon
For existence with chances
To generate cash or romances
Plotting a plan neath a silver-y moon

Opportunities abound
Just look around
With no restrictions to what
Might be legitimate, legal or not
Then weigh decisions by the dollar or pound

Estimating one’s chances
Ripe opportunities could be romances
Improving societal status;
Witnesses might then pat us
On the back or jab us with figurative lances

When the alternative is to die
One considers a kite to go fly
Or anything other than
Giving in, with a plan
Plainly outrageous but hard to deny

Here’s the way that it is:
Either a hers or a his
Decision on which way to wend
Goes arrow-straight or to bend
Toward practicality or monkey-biz

Clap for joy or hear yourself weep
When e’er you determine a heap
Of words fit for using
Without too much thought-abusing
Is there for one’s mem’ries to keep

Stopping composing things
To someone writing brings
Depressive reaction
Inhibiting satisfaction
Or dreams of rewards by kings

In high school, you
Shine by doing what who
Else cannot, perform a trick
On a track or a board, kick
Or smack a ball as no other can do

Too much pain, too little sleep
I pray The Lord my soul to keep
So when I die I’m wide awake
Until the very last breath I take
Going aloft still counting sheep

Write short
Just a li’l snort
Something portentous
When translated to French is
A bon mot of purport

Wisdom goes begging
Without paper or pen egging
On thought to then spur
A him or a her
To live by ones words without begging

Holding forth in print
Is a talent where one can mint
Phrases worth value
To any gal or pal you
Write, strike a spark just like a flint

An art practiced in print
Using words not paint can hint
To what might be captured
In drawings of seemingly raptured
Appearance, striking sparks like a flint

Suddenly yanked awake, one might
See visions recovered in sight
That slumber’s dreams portrayed
Leaving a person dismayed
At what could result in love or a fight

Pretend that you can be
Anything you want then see
What appears in imagination
That stirs a new mental creation
Of a being that turns up for free

​Lying down, look up
On The Last Supper, sup;
Preoccupy constructively
Avoiding destructively
Thinking of drinking from one’s final cup

No point in preoccupying
With dying, it’ll come flying
In when you least expect
Imminent plans thus wrecked
Unavoidably going “Bye-bye”-ing

If time to die has gone by
Get busy doing, constructively ply
Something to benefit others
Lasting forever, your druthers
Disbursing a message that’s not to deny

Living another day to build
Something constructive, gild
It with gold if you must
Upon which dreamers can trust:
“Hello!”—Newfound soil to be tilled

Telling it like it is
—The job of the artist’s biz
Presenting image as truth
Whose results bring a “Forsooth!”
Surprising perhaps with a humorous fizz

God exists for us all
To be captured, kept in thrall
In our thinking, our prayers
Till we climb Heaven’s stairs,
Gates then open or shut-like-a-wall

Creating new thought
Is something one ought
To be constantly doing
Rewarding or ruing
Results when they’re finally got

Thought from thin air
Is something to dare
Conceptual creations
Cerebral lactations
Emitting some of the cream to spare

Writers are needed
So thought can be heeded
For doing or not
Conceptions thus brought
To attention, literally pleaded

An idea presented
To accomplish, rented
Or bought to be kept
Could turn out inept
With thought consequentially dented

Life is essentially about
Fun, whether in or out
​Of money or fame
Stay in the game
Accepting results & refusing to pout

Whatever amuses one works
Even if painfulness lurks
In the shadows of fun
When it’s over and done
It might even be one of the perks

The music of life plays on
Until it’s over and gone
It may not be your song
Accompanying along
But listen both hither and yon

The airs of life compose
What makes existence, those
Melodies fraught
With what or what not
Turns out to be gladness or woes

Angels searching for tunes
To accompany losses or boons
Providing background
With a musical sound
Sing day & night, even noons

Something one day comes along
Humming a tuneful song
Ending life as one knows
It with “That’s how it goes”
Yielding an ending, right or wrong

On life’s merry way
What’s existing today
May not be there tomorrow
So it’s time to borrow
Thinking ‘bout later to pay

Giving back in kind
To donors who wined
And dined giving pleasure
Provides a small measure
Of charity, surely a find

 Get what you can while
It’s available then file
It for use or enjoyment
Perhaps as later employment
In a pinch when you need to beguile

Shooting for perfection
One concocts a confection
Beguiling the taste
So as not to then waste
Buds that prepare for erection

Finding one’s metier
Exposing thought to portray
How to handle the world
With methods unfurled
Is affecting life, day-to-day

Ah, to go for a ride
In a stolen car to hide
From the owner who
Left keys begging to
“Steal me!” Therefore bye-bye-ed…

Life, a choice for some
So many things to become.
Since the logistics
Point toward artistic’s
Adoption, Go, make things hum

Entertain, but with a point
Preaching thus with a joint
For observing
Some hearers swerving 
At behavior to later anoint

Ah! Go be artistic
Not just a statistic
But eke out a living
Choosing by sieving
The boring from futuristic

Becoming. Eh!—Old hat
But Being, now that
E’er leads to something
A go-or-a-come-thing
Ending up right where-it’s-at

A life worth-ev’ry minute
Is one where within it
Discov’ries are made
Then in the game played
Worth a blue-ribbon to pin-it

Sinning—Now there’s a life
With constant activity rife
No matter the choice
Just allowing a voice
Singing with discord and strife

Life, worth ev’ry minute
Once one is cast in it
Expecting the norm
Get up and perform
Prize available, Go win it!

In whatever society
There’s a special propriety
One is expected
To observe, protected
By laws, morals, even piety

Livin’ fast, dyin’ young, no remorse
Havin’ a good-lookin’ corpse;
But, living slowly, writing longly
Saying for better or worse wrongly
Who knows, might end up a force

Meeting old friends might be one
Of dying’s advantages, fun
In an afterlife
Free from Earthly strife
Beyond final “said-and-done”

Time now to die, end it
Life’s been a ball, splendid;
Whatever’s next, welcome
Be it Heaven or Hell, come
Fate, take my soul, there spend it…

When life becomes a chore
One reaches out for more
Seeking to find
Something to wind
Up more like an ice cream store

Urinary distress
Pain, making life a mess
Death lure-able
When not cure-able
With medication or less

Take advantage of times
Being creative, with mimes,
Poems, plays, give advice
Encouraging spicy
Outcomes with neat little rhymes

In these tenuous times
Relieve apprehension with rhymes
Being creative with
Something probative:
Input other than lemons or limes

Write, compose, invent
With philosophical intent
Creatively donating
Thought to be stating
Truth told nakedly. Meant…

Creativity has
A chance to make jazz
Out of commonplace humdrum
Declarations, or even dumb
Sequiturs others would razz

Advantage can be gotten
Even from rotten
Cliche-ridden thinking
Simply by inking,
Achieving some mental high-cotton

Not wanting merely to be
Only to do, one might see
Further, a goal to be sought
Spurring more than a plot
To achieve, an objective, a spree!

If one only wants to be
Rather than do, he or she
Puts on an act of sorts
In real living, cavorts
For the public to come-on and see

Many things-to-do
Occur before you
Can feel comfortable
Writing a parable
Prescribing to others a route to pursue

In order to write
One just might
Have to have lived
Gone on and sieved
The nuggets of gold out from the trite

Telling to the world
With terse phrases hurled
Into their faces agog
One might be able to flog
A message appealing, fancifully purled

Those of us who deign
To be rather than do feign
Conformance with status
Assigned to us gratis
For who we are and in whose reign

Living just to DO, we
Forego assignments to be
Living by choice
Asserting a voice:
“The world according to ME!”
(Beats chest)

Enjoying life’s pleasures
To their fullest measures
Means also enduring
Its pains, reassuring
Ourselves of existence’s treasures

Help yourself to what’s
Available, ere life shuts
Its golden doors to inviting
One to palatial pleasures, delighting
In openings, then leaving nothing but huts

Go, do the best you can
Which is far better than
Lying about dreaming
Where life’s only seeming
To improve over where it began

Keeping eyes open for chances
Might lead to potential romances
Undreamed of before
Popping open a door
To otherwise unavailable advances

Being prepared to go forth
Might place one in the north
Sector of progression
With an unfamiliar session
Waiting in snowdrifts thenceforth

Having been every place
One continues life apace
Concentrating on doing
With experience accruing
Facing new challenge ahead to embrace

When looking for answers
One considers the prancers’
Choices of steps
Directions and reps
Of previous psychological dancers

With a great “Why?”
Comes an answer to apply:
A great “how” springing forth
Sends flight winging north
Or south, directional knots to untie

Reasonable Heavenly queries posed
Seek logic. But somewhat directly disclosed
Sensible answers to questions
Stated as fact in spiritual suggestions
Are met with the subject opened and closed

Endure suffering while ye may
For life will come another day
In the future after a body’s demise
So ’tis said; somewhere in the skies
The soul will live on in a place far away

Life as it is goes on today
Its condition being whatever one may
Do with it when it’s given to
A direction and goal to be driven to
And thenceforth comes into play

Life, a condition for now
With the dilemma as to just how
To use a practical approach—
Conservative living, not to broach
Insensitive subjects or a sacred cow

Comfort matters in life
Even through hardship and strife
Sharp edges sticking
Out, or storms kicking
Up where least expected are rife

When life sinks to miserable
It almost seems risible
That strange feelings overcome
Sensitive tactile sensations with some
Form of living that’s not even “is”-able

A world not forgetting
Is one where folks will be betting
That something foreboding
Might just be goading
Leaders toward relevant rules a-setting

Eternal joy might just be a fate
To be sought, death to await
Transporting to Heaven
Or Hell where burned breads leaven
Tasting bitter according to Satan’s dictate

Ceaseless suffering might cast a pall
On afterlife where one goes seeking all
The forbidden pleasures conceived
By those who imagined them, believed
That God in Heaven would a new life install

It seems all humans want
The same things that daunt
Politicians seeking progress
To their careers nevertheless
Bounty is visible, tho somewhat avant

Creating Adam and Eve
Then in the Garden to leave
Them, what was God thinking
When in an eye’s blinking
They went for the fruit. (SO naive)

A world sans forgetting
Might just incur betting
That old stumbles would purpose
Whose grumbles would surface
Then rise to new happenstance getting

From an ice-cream store
To a limerick or more
It’s not a big jump
To get over the hump
Of  profit from taste or a word to explore

’Twas a wonderful life
In an ice cream store rife
With flavors and comic books
Tempting tastes and charming crooks
Exhibiting tandem sweet trouble and strife

Words cast in dialog
Might inhabit a blog
With characters talking
Not pitch people squawking
Their wares like a shaggy old dog

Words transmit a logic
Peaceful or perhaps demagogic
To easily malleable minds
Logical ideas, verbal “golden” finds
Or maybe just blather hodge-podge-ic

​Killing is thrilling
That is if you’re willing
To break God’s law
Step into the maw
Of Political dialectic-fulfilling

Lying around feeling queasy
Thinking up something is easy
Employing the mind
To distractedly find
Items. Perhaps even criminal or sleazy

Having changed identities
To enjoy more amenities
I incurred a debt. Oh!
Yes from the ghetto
Encountering yet a new set of entities

Finished with writing of airs
Presenting poetical dares,
With life ceasing living,
It’s time to be giving
All I currently own to my heirs

Urinary pain, distress
Making life quite a mess
Antibiotic not working
Grim Reaper lurking—
Time for buying-the-farm, I guess…

Solving a country’s boundary or beef?
Maybe Trump: Commander-in-chief
A salesman made to persuade
Prospects toward decisions made
Could save the parties a lot of grief

Countries’ big-kids play
At war when they can’t say
The right words to keep score
So little kids suffer more, their
Daddies having gone to fight faraway

It’s war, seen otherwise
When plain folks see their skies
Raining bombs, dropping
On indiscriminate targets stopping
Lives from progressing when anyone dies

Engendering nothing but cries
It’s our way or “otherwise”
Skies loaded for war
Bombs dropping with more
Lives stopping and fateful “Goodbyes”

Those who don’t accept the score
Of some others’ aggrandizing more
Than they have, competing thus
Ending up thrown under-the-bus
Become vindictive, antithetical to rapport

World-wide standards are needed
So that rules everyone-heeded
Might conveniently exist with tools
For living well-equipped, fools
Left behind somehow to then be re-seeded

Olympics’ races have know-how
With competitions that are go-now
Until finish lines reached
By winners and losers are preached
To future competitors’ standards endow

Standards of intelligence work
With hiring of genii where berserk
Ideas to improve
Ways that could move
Progress toward futures might lurk

Wanted, living experience
In order then to proceed hence
With writing of memoirs
Finally closing the doors
To memorable episodes from whence…

Knowing what’s good
Is something that could
Prove to be useful,
Provide an excuse-full
Of logical paths, if needed it surely would

A part of living is knowing
What seeds and where to be sowing
Finding somewhere a fertile
Field of activity worthwhile
Or at least a way for the plow to be going

Jazz music goes nowhere
Purposely, and so where
It then wanders
The listener ponders
To a new way that says “Hello there!”

In the music of Jazz
The listener’s ear has
A route to travel
O’er a silk path or gravel
A notional trip consisting of razzamatazz

Every thing and every one
Is useful somehow; even fun
Has a purpose
To rise and usurp us
With glee ere it’s over and done

Speculating from here
It would seem to appear
Just as good as gallant
Being useful’s a talent
About which to eventually cheer

Thoughtful creating
Is akin to skating
On a smooth icy pond
Going far out beyond
The limits to what might be waiting

The will’s penultimate act
Is a venture abstract
Out to what just might be
If skated to the degree
Where the ice underneath might be cracked

Considering action before
Thought might possibly underscore
A suggestion of discretion
Like: Hold a briefing session
Prior to heedlessly rushing into a war

When you get to the point
Wanting to die in a joint
Performance as a hero and
Saintly image rising from zero,
Life you hopefully won’t disappoint

Transmit what you have to say
In a singular way
It will have an effect
On the listener, connect
Sowing a seed in the mind to stay

Imitating The Lord, create
Not Heaven and Earth, wait…
To see what needs improving
Then at that point moving
Mountains, making something great

The highest life calling
Making something appalling
Is to convert raw material, develop
Into something simply ethereal
Enveloping and finally installing

Being only-at-night people
One might not meet the right people
Who exist during the daylight,
Further causes that may right
Sinking political ships despite people

The world mostly exists
During daylight hours, persists
In demanding one’s activities
Including festivities
Meet auroral schedules or be missed

Existence-well-lived means
One engaged in routines
Giving efforts to ventures,
Thirst-for-life quenchers
Amounting to more than a hill of beans

A welcome existence finale
Is going up the alley
From a well-lived life
To tunes from a fife
And drum to Heavenly Happy Valley

A means to finally “ascend”
Might require one to fend
Off threatening hazards
By hovering buzzards
Ready to eat what remains at the end

Discovering who one
Might be could be fun…
An intimate exploration
Or—a stark revelatio
Of repressed memories over-and-done

Writing advice amusingly
Might not be concise, confusingly
Giving people who read it
A chuckle, indeed it
Might make a sharp point abusing-ly
 
Do what you do, accept results
Hoping refraining from naked insults.
Yet making a purulent point,
In order to prove or anoint a view
Unpopular, echoes with thinking adults.

Doing? Continue along or change
Perhaps in some way rearrange...
Accepting deserved results
Which with pepper and salts
Spice up life to something quite strange

Hey over-sleepers
Late hours keepers
Wake up! In the rest of the world
The day comes unfurled
To fly its flag, even street sweepers

Growing up in a small town
Uptown’s the same as down
Inhabitants all think
The beverage they drink
Labels them: white black or brown
 
Small towns’ limited minds
Engage in activity that finds
Them making much more
Out of what was before
Nothing but leftover grinds
 
Perhaps as one dies he can write
Ideas and advices that might
Suggest a behavioral contrast
That exercised, might then last
Past words into actions with bite

War has become unthinkable
Like a poison, undrinkable
With death as its only end
Leaving progress without a friend,
Communities nothing but shrinkable

Let what happens produce
Something that might induce
Activity toward progress
Of mankind’s maturity, undress
The naked body of war with a truce

On a small piece of paper
Words can be a shaper
Of enormous activities
Prodigious proclivities
That might leave the reader a gaper!

Days coming along
In spring, like a song
Infect our attitudes
Spawn lyrical platitudes
By which we exist, right or wrong

In life, many times
Will happen where limes
Or lemons result from
Actions that then become
Sour in the mix, or—just rhymes
 
Times to not up and die
Occur every day when we ply
Activities inviting
Refraining from fighting,
Dividing a once confrontational pie

Solve a dilemma
Producing a gem, a
Problem subtracted
From plight, underacted
Performing solution-al drama

Change your world as it is
Concentrate on your biz
If you die, or maybe don’t,
Whichever you do won’t
Mean a whit to a hers or a his

Rhythms entice us
Charmingly spice us
To different demeanors
As slight intervenors
In modes that will surely suffice us

Heedlessly we walk
Into rhythms that knock
Up our lives unknowingly
Add spice that glowingly
Switches on, stirs inclination to rock

A regular meter
Might seem oh, so neater;
But under its spell
We want to accelerate
To a point where the gain might be sweeter
 
Enticed by rhythms
We dance along with ‘em
Throw cares to the air
By doing declare
A discographical statement ‘long with’m

To the winds we declare
Our conceits, unaware
That echoes are carried
Thenceforth to be harried
By opposite backlash of which to beware

One thing is becoming,
Doing quite another, summing
Up courage to perform
In a different norm
Where jeopardy might be forthcoming

Do a lot of things
Finding innovation springs
From one or two of them
Growing then to love them
Or at least prefer what challenge brings

Counting for something, be doing
Various activities, accruing
Useful experience which
Later, one can switch
Choosing, preventing boo-hooing

Life, as a unit, is what it is
Doing it, quite a personal biz
After going through childhood
That could have been wild, would
Have ended up later a mister or miz

Doing life better
Is a matter of “Let him or let her…”
By parents who steer
Paths taken, adhere
To customs and rules to the letter

Life, there you have it and so
What to do with it, where to go
Or ponder, deciding to be
A participant or absentee,
Choosing one with a future aglow

When one could have done better
By being a go-getter
Yet chose to reject
A career to project
It could end up a future to fetter

​Making your own success
Out of good luck or distress
Might just be the way to
Propitiously stray to
Productive activity nevertheless

Life, as it exists
At the end consists
Of what one derives
From fate that deprives
But finally ups and insists

One could’ve done life better
Not choosing to fetter
Existence with chains
Leaving that which remains
Bound up, an emotional debtor

A limerick can preach
A message to each
Reader to harken
Ideas, then darken
Rhetorical color to teach

Thank God I’m not dying in pain
Or starving out in the rain
The comforts I’ve gotten
Put me in “high cotton”
With creativity to retain

I can’t thank you enough
To enumerate the stuff
You’ve given to me
O’er the years, so I’ll be
Grateful now as I huff & puff

List’ning to Pablo Casals
Play the cello recalls
Times where serious
Rulers imperious
Entertained within castle walls

One who insists upon writing
As a verbal substitute for fighting
Could well be on a way to
Messages that say to
Readers, “Another way lighting…”

Over the years, many things tried
Ideas came and then they died
On the vine or pleading for
Recognition, implementing or
Notice before being shoved aside

Trying many things
Ere choosing one brings
More satisfaction later
From knowledge that a greater
Latitude available surely springs

Over the years, one might find
Some spice from variety, kind
Of a shot in the dark, might
Hear the song of a lark biting
The ear with ideas enshrined

Upon looking back
One sees a track
Having been traveled,
Circumstances unraveled
By actions that gave life a whack!

Life is all about FUN
Potpourri of choices, pick one
To take for a long ride
Till its thrills subside
Then latter-day sickness outrun

Far away from suffering
Is someplace to be, buffering
Dangers to wellness
Accompanying Hell-ness
From any huffer-puffer-ing

When pills stop working
It’s time to be jerking
One’s self up to Heaven
By God’s hand to leaven
Pain and sickness a-lurking

When God takes the soul
Into Heaven, the whole
Of one’s self is accepted
Flesh and the bones excepted
Thence to play a new role

Kingdom Come, please come
When sickness & pain are the sum
Of an existence
And their persistence
Prevents having a body succumb

Go, get to be things
Where one can see things
O’er horizons beckoning
Then finally reckoning
To totally guarantee things

Never having to become
Is what follows if the sum
Of an existence
Results in a distance
To be kept far away from

Play abounding roles, enjoy
Being cast as a decoy
Showing a self
Saved up on a shelf
For just the occasion to employ

Sample various roles
While deciding goals
To pursue in the future
Altogether to suture
While remaining at the controls

Life is an ice cream cone
In a way consumed all alone
Enjoying the taste
Declining to waste
Even a morsel or scone

Triumph over trivia!
For as long as ya live, ya
Gotta tend to important
Matters of portent
That only experience can give ya

Life is like a dream
After which it might seem
Possibilities exist
For the sky to be kissed
Going to the extreme

A dream of tomorrow
Is hope one might borrow—
A feasible idea:
Creating panacea
To that which precipitates sorrow

Anomalies show
Where one might go
When attention lags,
Then zigs and zags
Take over with snares to bestow

When attention lags
One gets into “bags”
Causing distress
Making a mess
Of what follows, raising serious flags

Cremation, the fire
Igniting or creating a mire
Of troubles to smother
One way or another
A final death to transpire

Helpful soot
Inspires one to put
What’s burnt in perspective
Perhaps things reflective
That lingered around underfoot

A notion-eer
Is an engineer
Driving ideas to fruition
Inspiring transmission
Of thought to a profiteer

Ideas ignite minds
To come up with kinds
Of solutions to enigmas
Without confronting stigmas
As part of their behinds

Spark innovations
By confrontations
Of complications
With prudent dictations
Counteracting frustrations

Oh Lord, remove us
From sin, and behoove us
To ascertain faith, hope
And charity to cope
With temptation, therefore improve us

At times when one teaches
One therefore preaches
At what needs for praying
Sermon-ically braying,
Maybe resulting in cream & peaches

Do people listen when
You talk, take a lesson and then
Walk the line beseeched
When it’s been preached
Logically, practically over again?

What people do depends
On who they are, what tends
To influence decisions
From summoned-up visions
Of previous roundings of bends,
(or dead-ends)

When being alive is tiring
Just think of death, inspiring
New-found activity
With a proclivity
For risky adventure acquiring

Just wanting to die
Isn’t enough for my
Sickness to deal with
When I can’t heal with
Medicines or writing to ply

Browsing for links
To get what one thinks
Will access a treasure
Online is a pleasure
Soon fading into what stinks

Access to items desired
Could leave one shockingly wired
If going searching online
By model or price to align
With exactly what is required

As part of the body, the brain
When called upon can retain
Physical, intellectual
Not to mention sexual
Abilities to thus entertain

When the body comes apart
Last thing to go is the heart
Which then stops pumping
Finally slumping
Resisting a final restart

Money spent on war
Could be re-routed for
Healthcare to benefit all
People on earth, thus forestall
Diseases, poverty and more

Lofty ambition fuels
Some primary tools
Where basic maneuvers
Peered at through louvers
Contributes to anyone but fools

An unusual thought
Ought to be caught
And enshrined just so
Its essence will glow
With its point being sought

The ear e’er affords
Connections to chords
Harmonizing to tunes
Resulting in boons
To listening and its rewards

Haunting Ghouls’
Primary tools
Spur mind invasions
Forcing equations
“Tween sensible souls and fools

The primary tools
Of haunting ghouls
Are mind invasions
Forcing equations
‘Tween sensible people and fools

Basic maneuvers portend
What might follow, an end
For which preparation
Could bring on creation
Of an original trend

How to play the piano:
Push on any key and go
Up or down to make
A pleasing tune to take
To musical heights, or depths below

“Do Re Mi Fa So La
Ti Do” makes minds go “Ah
Here comes a tune
To make one swoon
Or at least not go “Bah!”

Whistle, hum, scat, sing
Make what comes up ring
In attentive ears
Maybe bring tears
From reminiscing eyes to wring

Starting with any key
Playing piano, we
Who are so inclined
Grind out a tune mined
From thoughts of a past jubilee

An unusual thought
Ought to be caught
And enshrined just so
Its essence will glow
With its point being sought

In singing, one hides
Like going for rides
Behind lyrics that might
Carry messages right
Through ears to a mind it confides

Carrying messages
By presuming, presages
Those who might listen
Will then give up pissin’
Into the wind with guess-ages

In writing, one states
What one thinks, debates
Entering minds to consider
Theoretical points, thus a ridder
Of possibly damaging fates

Say what needs saying
Possibly braying
Forth mentions
Attracting attentions
To incur-able debts that need paying

Those who might pay
To heed what you say
Then follow directions
Toward coming elections
Of choices could then save-the-day

In losing a tooth
A remembrance of youth
Smacks in the face
Of life, goes apace
To soothing with gin and vermouth

The end of the world now
Is foreseeable, how
Countries’ munitions
Could spur conditions
For a human event, a mad-cow

The echo of chords
Clanging verbal swords
Is harmonic sounding
Pleasing, redounding
To the ears’ resultant rewards

Do re mi fa so
La ti do can go
To a melodic extreme
Until they seem
To reach a harmonic plateau

Were I only younger
My craving, my hunger
Would be more than for vittles
Even beer and some skittles
Isn’t enough for a bottom rung-er

Concocting a way to form
What in the future might be a norm
Requires some attention
Creative invention
Of what might be thought a worm

A limerick’s enough
For all kinds of stuff
One might want to say
A message convey
For going to smooth from rough

A job in God’s plan:
Live as long as you can
Doing His work
With ideas that perk
Societal morals to fan

Concoct a novel way
To persuade someone, say
A lass or lad friend
Fall in love to spend
The remainder of life and not stray

Think bigger on drugs
Act smaller, pull rugs
From under some customs
Exposin’ ‘em, bust ‘em
To pieces, giving “the finger” to thugs

Marijuana makes one think
In an ocular blink
One is more than one is
That having fun is
A be-all-end-all, barely a wink

Think more of what you are
Then you’ll tend to go farther
Than you would if you didn’t
And dreams remained hidden
As if they were somewhat bizarre

Don’t fall in love with your “style”
You might be ahead by a mile
OR falling behind
While trying to find
Something that’s really worthwhile

Go ahead, indulge
In your output, divulge,
Inferring the artist’s
Output’s the smartest;
Create a societal bulge!

Dying quick and painless
In old age with sane-ness
Is continuing right up
To the end to sup
On a final dinner with stain-less

Dying in a state of grace
Is like being dealt an ace
In a BlackJack game along
With a ten singing its song
A winner ‘most surely to chase

Unexpectedly dying
When acrobatically flying
Is no barrel of fun
When you see one
Thing, Earth coming fast underlying

See what’s to discover
Hiding under cover
Concluding therefrom
What might later become
Fruits to appeal to their lover

Life and opera are the same
Hear the music, play the game
Portraying personal areas
With plots sung in arias
Lyrically kindling the flame

Will you become something useful
Or perhaps end up a noose-full
A criminally guilty neck
Having created a wreck
For society to deal a caboose-ful

Reach too far and lose
When you do, have to choose
Between hopeful choices
Listening to voices
Singing lyrics on which to muse

Stretch the dimensions
Of where your mind mentions
To go when you’re dreaming
In some cases seeming
Impossible goals with their tensions

Wanting to dictate
Instead of participate
Is a sign of executive
Leaning, a consecutive
Result which to anticipate

To write, setting forth
Direction, south or north
To which to migrate
In thought might lie great
Conclusions for direction thenceforth

Making cures happen
By resources tappin’
You’ll find feeling better
Within your own fetter
Results for which you’ll be clappin’

When the music stops
The silence lops
Off part of a living
To which it was giving
Pleasure, spurring a couple of hops

Music, providing airs,
With notes in triplets or pairs
Inflating a gist
To which we exist
Sweetens, unless it annoyingly blares

Angels searching for tunes
Need look no further than loons
Who, out in the wild
Leave us beguiled
Yodeling their plaintive croons

Life as one knows it ends
When relatives or friends
No longer exist
Providing a gist
To a tale where a moral portends

Something always comes along
Providing lyrics for a song
Should one care to write it
Dreaming softly “Might it
Then to The Hit Parade belong?”

Graduating from school
Provides a former fool
With mental equipment
Essential, a shipment
To new life possessing a tool

Ending life as one knows it
Not looking back one stows it
Somewhere accessible
Where it’s addressable
For perils from which to close it

Living, get what you can
From the moment it began
That will help along the way
To the next existence, say
Out of which some gold might pan

Life’s a merry way along
If one sings its tuneful song
Giving back in kind
Living-it-up to find
Takers melodically right or wrong

Shoot for perfection
To make a connection
With aspiration wished
Though you might have fished
A stream flowing a wrong direction

​Looking up at the ceiling
Can send you reeling
Unless you’re lying down
In which case, a noun
A verb or adjective might be revealing

Urinary pain, distress
Making daily life a mess
Can cause one to decide
To commit suicide
Or not, go on living I guess…

Going, getting a job
Might turn one to a blob
Collecting a paycheck
Creative life a wreck
Activity: Just turning a knob

A job turns into a mission
When a chance arrives to fission
Activities suitable
To irrefutable
Segments. Oops, time to go fishin’

A radical firebrand demands
That those in charge lay hands
On meaningful missions
Improving conditions
For simple existence in helpless lands

Good women, come to the aid
Of men who somehow have made
A puzzle of lives
With a world that derives
From masculine attitudes, thus to invade

Now is the time
To regret that I’m
Not able to help
Every whelp
Needing maturing into life’s prime

In a role of a lifetime
Cast by God, I’m
Writing what ought
To be by all sought
Improving conditions to the sublime

Perform a role
Filling a hole
Created by absence
Foregoing some nonsense
That might be avoiding a worthy goal

To ration one’s self role
To the size of an elf’s hole
Accepting conditions
Of minuscule missions
Is reducing an outlook’s notable goal

Music, a common tongue
Transmitting a message among
Hearers thoughtfully listening
Whose open minds glistening,
Raise or lower their sights a rung

Communicating with tunes
Transmits musing to loons
Who repeat messages
With thought that presages
Sense as sharp as harpoons

A writer deludes
When a reader concludes
Truth in published ideas
Off’ring outright panaceas—
 Propositional thought that protrudes

Conveying meaning
With writing not demeaning
Is going straight to
Behavioral fate to
Fertile minds’ thought intervening

Meaning something to someone
Transmitting a hum one
Can whistle or play
On an instrument they
Might use is a seed to become one

Melodies of life save us
From onerous rules that enslave us
Going elsewhere mentally
Which, incidentally
Might just be a highway to wave us

“To be or not to be”
Or… just create a melody
That others might hum
While they’re doing some
Time-consuming activity

The question arises:
A selection of sizes
Of life to pursue
When choosing to do
What this that or the other comprises

The Lord calls. Answer.
It might be a life enhancer
A direction upon which to act
A time to create a pact
Beween you and Him, an advancer…

Saying “Goodbye” in a way
That just one day counts may
Be a particular chance
 To some other life enhance
With a message carrying sway

When all of your lives up and run
Out of int’resting nights and a rising sun
Prepare for the worst
Making sure you’re not cursed,
Hell’s suffering missing the Heavenly fun  
 
If more exists to be had
Go get some and be glad
Opportunity knocks
For death to outfox
Extending lush life just a tad

When music floats in the air
Grab it, writing it down, share
It with others who listen
Make attitudes glisten-
And-glow replacing despair

Love songs so mellow
Aria’s they bellow
As heros or heroines die
Are captured accordingly by
Voice, perhaps a tune on a cello

Customers in a bordello
Foregoing love songs mellow
Get right to the function
Of sexual unction
With a strumpet, or even a fellow

Pop songs or melodies
Operas or symphonies
Await their capturing
Eventually rapturing
Into Heavenly lullabies’ own keys

When the body fails
Indisposition assails;
The mind, indulging in dreams,
Goes as far as extremes
While the rest of one’s life it derails
   
The mind continues to work
Even old thoughts sometimes lurk
Sly in the background
Later on to be found
Driving behavior berserk

Indulge in the dreams
Where progress it seems
Might come from supposing
Past consciousness, closing
Out negative choices of schemes

The souls we have, alas
Continue forever, to pass
Through varied existences,
Harbor persistences
 Lingering endlessly, sense to amass

Only to do not to be
In life is a kind of a spree
That can last a long time
When you say to yourself “I’m
Gonna be totally free!”

Wanting only to be not to do
Can limit one to a few
Options from which to pick
Finding one’s self in a thick
Morass without memoirs to accrue

Prospective fruits
As future pursuits
Presenting as options
Displayed for adoption
Are chosen as progress’ roots

Before fate refutes
Your life’s pursuits
Go, charging forth
So that henceforth
You can thicken what life dilutes

Options to pick from
As along they come
Present themselves for view
Thus can be viewed anew
Before they up and succumb

Alter life’s disputes
Ere your horn finally toots
Performing extractions
Improving the actions
Of heretofore mistaken routes
 
Of all the things to be done
Pick ones that are the most fun
Being careful to watch
For where one might notch
Achievements, awards to be won

Never wanting to be
But only to do, we
Might miss positions
Rewarding ambitions
Fulfilled by the goals we’d foresee

Wanting only to do
One might miss a few
Objectives foreseen
By a simple routine
Exploration for chances to view

Of all the things one once did
How many of them amid
Adventurous sorties
Up-ended as sore tees-
Off from fair ways to forbid?

Life: So much to do…
Don’t hesitate if you
Want to accomplish
Avoiding a blemish,
From a previous smudging or two

So many things
That living brings
To one’s attention
Not even to mention
Us as puppets controlled by strings

Hey, go be artistic
Lo, expressionistic
In behavior
Becoming a savior
Of those stuck in hedonistic
 
Many things crop up
Unexpectedly pop up
So learn how to heal with
Behavior to deal with
Life’s messes needing to mop up

Becoming one is an art
In life a theatrical part
Assuming a role
For a long run, a hole
Dug into from right at the start

Becoming: Old Hat
But doing, now that
Presents possibilities
Of using abilities
To practical problems combat

Life’s worth every minute
As long as you’re in it
To do and accomplish
What’s served up on some dish
Demanding consumption within it

Now, there’s a life
To be had, rife
With its chances
For myriad romances
Or even some solving of strife

What needs or presents
With attention like dents
In the body of things
Effectively brings
One to repairs he therefore invents

Inventing and doing
Activities pursuing
Worthwhile objectives
Correcting defectives
 Is preventing later boo-hooin

Racial bitterness, a waste

Different skin colors faced
Without prejudging
Therefore goes, nudging
Tolerance that needs to be placed

Think forward, progress!
Seeing dilemmas, address
What needs elimination
Forego incrimination
To understand, then acquiesce

Is more civilized better
When one’s a go-getter
Or is going for money
Like a bee after honey
No matter who’s stung a trend-setter?

Words convey meaning and thought
Where actions illogical ought
To have taken instead
A road through the head
Before any violence was wrought

“DreamGirls” Svengali
Takes “Hello Dolly”
To worldwide musical fame
Even better than “Auntie Mame”
With a set by Salvador Dali

Being avoided, no fun
Especially when one
Wants some attention;
No need to mention
Abasement of being outdone

Strong feelings prevail
When one tries to curtail
Habitual actions
Deterring attractions
That might run off the rail

A fork in the road
May just serve to goad
One into an action
Avoiding attraction
To come-ons that might corrode

A directional choice
Where one follows a voice
That’s spoke from within
Toward avoidance of sin
Is surely a cause to rejoice

What could one have done
Causing wrathful tales spun
To a point where a void
Made for life destroyed
By reputation unable to outrun

Drugs, not being a means
When they get into one’s genes
Might seem like rewards
But then aim one towards
Shattering life to smithereens

Those of us who
Live just to do
Wouldn’t lower ourselves
To rock bottom shelves
Where the only result is “Boo-hoo!”

In life, condescending
Might end one up spending
Potential relationships
On steadily sinking ships
Only to drown in an unhappy ending

Marijuana is but a reward
That if misused leads one toward
An end not a means
With “betwixt” and “between”
Results: one’s ox being gored

Ah, now to enjoy
The pleasure of life, a toy
We are given to play with
Perhaps runaway with
After which a payment to deploy

Enduring one’s pain
Is part of life’s mundane
Existence assigned, a foray
Until one can find a way
Of slowly but surely going insane

Dying: Not any fun
Especially when one
Sees it coming slowly
But then, a Holy
God-forgiven ending might be spun  

If it’s available, help yourself!
Unassailably acquiring wealth!
Doing it with honor
Might be a spawner
Even a spur to enjoying good health

Doing the best that you can
Hardly needs mention, a plan
For living within
What borders on sin
But stops before ends overran

Eyes kept open for dances
Might just then be romances
Stark opportunities
Resulting in unities;
Advantage: fortuitous chances 

Chances come and they go.
Grabbing ahold of one so
You might find the riches
Within little niches
Is unmistakably hard to forego

World-wide standards
Ridiculed, slandered
Need patent agreement
’Tween countries with vehement
Enforcement not gerrymandered

Big kids play at war
Advocating for
“Population control”
Going on to extol
Their own pretext to clearly abhor

Going to war—
A primitive way to keep score
When states don’t know how to
Solve problems or bow to
Aggressive solutions instead of explore

Salesman-in-chief in charge
Might just know how to barge
Into doors halfway open
With answers to cope ’n
Close deals with final accord to enlarge

World-wide standards are needed
All countries then to have heeded
Wages accordingly
Rendered, affording-ly,
Work’s expectations exceeded

Standards of intelligence
By which we are judged, thence
Suitable talent
That is useful or gallant
Can be used as an implement hence

Pay ought to be gauged
Not by race or by age
But intelligence gained
Practically obtained
Results: some enigmas assuaged

Wanting to earn, not just be
Might very well suit to a “T”
Choices for some
Who don’t want to come
Out in the open for free

Resisting the urge to do
That which seems sensible, you
Choose to go routes
Which even with doubts
Spur forward progress anew

A time comes occasionally
Behavioral actions abrasion-ally
Incur a resistance
Affecting existence
Thus turn one around evasion-ally

There might be froughts
That bring forth wroughts
Of seemly unthinkable
Tastefully drinkable
Potions laden with dangerous thoughts

One’s daily boring routine
Will include keeping clean
Though thinking the dirty
Tasks to be flirty
With  those who might be under sixteen

Opposites attract, so ’tis said
Captivated, one is thus lead
Down exotic paths
Ending in wraths
Exacted as propitiatory bread

Punishment exacted
Might be contracted
Out to state prison
Till penitents have risen
To good behavior then finally extracted

Where goeth good manners
Municipal planners
Display when they tear down
Good neighborhoods, bear down
On previously populous manors?

Poems making a point
Come across as a joint
Meant to be hidden
In poetically ridden
Verses to thenceforth anoint

Destinations sought by
Writers then wrought by
Novel ideas put forth
Change directions thenceforth
To concepts readers are caught by

How far is one capable
Of eluding inescapable
Combinations of logic
That exude demagogic
Evidence leaving one just agape-able?

Just going along with
Positions now wrong with
Prescriptions of life
Designated for strife
Up-end customs we still belong with

From a store on West 18th Street
In Erie Pa. somewhat offbeat,
Items tastefully appealing
Sold to customers revealing
Temptations were really a treat

​Suffering life while ye may
With comfort or pain, pay
Homage to existence now
While living it, thus bow
To the fates, then just roll in the hay

Converting junk to the usable,
Re-manufacture abusable
Items to benefit those
Who might otherwise oppose
Turning old items to refuse infusible

A great “Why?” needs
A useful reply that feeds
Answers to queries
Coming up with theories
Being bases for subsequent deeds

A great “Why?” comes along
Singing its questioning song
Begging for answers to how
Ideas can be realized now
To benefit those in the indigent throng

Having been every place
And done every thing, face
Future fitting rewards to be
Given out as a guarantee
For behavior accomplished with grace

Ready to die? Proceed forth! Into
Whatever awaits, the casting call new
Fitting former behavior performed
With celestial wings thus adorned
For a Heavenly role to up and pursue

Words, stirring actions
Influence factions
To rise up and execute
Clamors to rooty-toot
Jingoist causes whipping up fervid reactions

The imagining part
Of us can always make art
To critically influence
Rise up and make sense,
With a pertinent point to impart

Our thinking part tells
Many times flat compels
Us to stir direct action
Enabling satisfaction
From solutions where consciousness dwells

Art goes much deeper
A subconsciousness creeper
With subtle influence which
Contributes a rich
Set of aesthetic tools as a keeper

Chances come and they go
So grab the brass ring even though
It might not precisely
Describe just… concisely
Directions to aim apropos

With eyes open appraise
Opportunities’ arrays
To take an advantage
When it’s time to manage
Life’s chances in so many ways

SO much that’s available
Might even be salable
No matter what’s been through
Go forth, digging into
Matter presumed to be yet unassailable

“Help yourself!” goes the saying
Like a donkey a-braying
At what you are gazing
Without first appraising
The price you might have to be paying

Doing the best that one can
At opportunity’s moment a man
Or a woman might choose to go
For the chance of a lifetime to hoe
A field to grow more than a plan

Enjoy living while one
Chance at a prize to be won
Continues available
Still unassailable
Vicissitdes finally over-and-done

It’s no fun dying, take the word
Of old aged livers trussed up a-gird
In medical trappings of final survival
Patiently breathing, sweating arrival
Of Santa Muerte, putting off being interred

Endure feeling pain for what’s the choice
When living in sickness hearing the voice
Of impending doom
Right there in the room?
Isn’t just being alive a cause to rejoice?

Mind-altering drugs bring
Perspectives, at times ring
True to believers
Though straight from conceivers’
Eventual reactions that later-on sting

Deign to be something, DO
‘Ere death comes and you rue
Not living-it-up to the dreams
Of a rose-colored future that gleams
With fruitfully worthwhile ends to pursue

Punishment worse than dying:
Being avoided while trying
To get noticed at least
Ere being deceased
When braying out-loud (for-crying)

Using the power of words…
(Might as well cheep with the birds)
Conveys meaning and thought
Which appropriately ought
To benefit societal nerds

Surpassing emotion, the powers
Of logical words build to towers
O’er rushes to judgement
Which mightily nudge men
To ending sagaciously quickly in hours

More civilized is better
Than less, meant to fetter
Alternatives beckoning
Demanding a reckoning
‘Tween societal lender and debtor

Racial bitterness, a waste
Of time, ultimately spaced
To demean any progress
Thus hereafter digress
From national affairs to be faced

Progress! Think forward
Composing a foreword
Explaining solutions
Today’s institutions
Can use to sail wandering boats shoreward

The “Old Days” are gone
So, face a new dawn
Not looking back, thinking
Or if writing, inking
Words to inspire king-down-to-pawn

Prepare for the best or the worst
Cover exigencies first
Looking ahead for
Destinies spread for
Propelling a lifetime bred to be burst

Fat, dumb, happy we wend
Our simple way to end
Up in possible disaster
Going faster and faster
Toward what’s ahead ‘round the bend

Actions compulsive
Could end up repulsive
Or, go somewhere new
If that is where you
Want to delve into something impulsive

Music is, alas
Common aural language, glass
Through which we can see
Also hear, when we
Attend, and into its influence pass

Communicate with song
Express yourself or play along
With any instrument
Creating thus an incident
The listener’s ear to then belong

Always a way exists
To get to a goal, persists
Imagination-ally
Incarnation-ally
The idea simply insists

Destinies abound
Sometimes hanging around
Until they’re fulfilled
Or maybe drilled
Into societies then renowned

The soul! Ah, that thing
Making church bells ring
An interconnection
To point the direction
Toward ends in fire or on the wing

When the body fails
Succumbs to its ails
The mind continues
With whatever’s in you
Thereupon future unveils

Indulge in dreams if you can
Thus intellectually plan
Performance prospective
Ideally projective
Of future positions to man

Capture music from the air
Whistle, play or write to share
Melodies snagged from cages, rages
Snatched up, later placed on pages:
Dots, lines flags which souls ensnare

Capture tunes, write 'em down
For musical renown
At listeners’ caged thought
Which if played right ought
To mental melancholy drown

When your pencil runs
Out of lead, the puns
It could have created
Might just have inflated
Attention toward using of guns

Haiku sayings are ripe
For turning to Limericks, type
Them into short verses
Just short of curses
So readers react with a “Yipe!”

Experience choice:
Singing on with a voice;
Responsibility lurks
Coming garnered with perks
To make one simply rejoice

Men are born to invent
Business and science to augment
But don’t forget literature
Adding a signature
Thrilling of women the real intent

Let the women run the world
Then men’s inventiveness unfurled
Can act incentively toward peace
Ruinous wars can finally cease
Life becoming a no-hitter hurled

Men: Stick to inventing
In doing preventing
Disputes between nations
E’er testing our patience
By useless testosterone venting

Lord, thank-you for giving
A life well-worth living
To all souls worthy
Or unworthy, to Thee
We pray gratitude ev’ry Thanksgiving

Invent a thing to do
Thus avoiding old-shoe
But don’t use it so long that
It one day becomes old hat
Folks will no longer pursue

Ah, “Becoming” –A goal
Worth pursuing, a role
Played up to the hilt
A character thus built
Until it mires one in a hole

Ahh, task doing
A goal pursuing:
Worth ev’ry minute
One’s immersed in it
Avoiding ending up ruing

Life: so much to do
Acumen to accrue
So why merely “become”
To one venture succumbing
When so much is yet to ensue

To be or to do?
Well, something you knew
Could just be the answer
A lifetime enhancer
Encouraging what might ensue

Of all the things I could have done
I chose the ones that were most fun
Postponing the others
Until when my druthers
Insisted useful tales be spun

Fantasy: dreaming of dreams
Occasionally gone to extremes
Cast in a way
Concocting a day
That could possibly end up in schemes

Dream your dreams in a way
Speculatively, say
Growing rich or famous
Without ignoramously
Cast in buffoons’ roles to play

With art one can say
What one wants in a way
That begs for expression
Counteracting depression
Impairing one’s orderly day

Life, in the long run
Is basically about fun;
Having it’s the trick
That’ll give you a kick
If your work is a tale to be spun

Loving what you do
To earn your keep, pursue
Ends to develop
Thus further envelop
Life in endeavors anew

Life, after all, is simple
Being merely a pimple
On the face of the earth
Wherein there’s a dearth
That could shortly turn into a dimple

Asking little, giving much
Accords to one a magic touch
Going on to greater things
Which generosity then brings
Around to dividends as such

Good days to die are but few
Yet, as one grows old they accrue
Crowding up living
With strain unforgiving
Accompany-ing pain anew

Bad things await
Purveyors of hate
To catch them by mangling
In front of them dangling
Consumable items of bait

Don’t let yourself get down
Within your troubles to drown
Just let the past go
To its annals, then row
Your boat to a future’s renown

Told is a tired tale
With which you regale
Listeners who’ll brook
Adventures you’ll cook
Up of living beyond the pale

Life always ends too soon
Ere wiping out things that impugn
Reputations for good
Things done which would
Have counted, playing your tune

Holy Spirits await
One’s arriving, with bait
To catch good intentions
With scrupulous mentions
Of numerous sins as freight

Imbibing new souls
To be cast in roles
Of Heaven’s players,
A chorus of prayers
Is sung to the paying of tolls

When The Lord finally calls
Approach Heaven’s walls
Making sure that you count
For deeds that amount
To benefits judged in Its Halls

One’s final sun falls
On a day The Lord calls
Saying “What have you done
That can save even one
Soul to be judged in My Halls?”

Melodies of life
In surroundings are rife
With tunes for marching
Thus to or fro’ arching
Between understanding and strife

Self-delusions are rife:
Definitions of life
Spouted forth as a logic
Perchance demagogic
Provoking reactions of strife

Songs often emerge
That seem just on the verge
Of prattle, to spur
An itch to demur
From a dangerous urge

Character of sounds
Often redounds
To then reinvent
And thus represent
What to the ear it confounds

Tones speak for feelings
Having no ceilings
To sonic impressions
Of verbal expressions
Heard in inner bells’ pealings

The character of sounds
Often redounds
To represent feelings
Over past dealings
That might have gone out-of-bounds

On the piano, playing
Might be more than saying
Something in base or tune
Another thing picayune
Springing up portraying…

Keys to play are just toys
That a piano employs
Stirring a tune
Making listeners swoon
Over melodic joys

Sing a song phrase
To see if it allays,
Coming on, pervading
Feelings invading
An pleasant mood with malaise

Make up a song
To go right along
With what you’re doing
Troubles eschewing
Intoning a melody strong

Whistle, hum, sing, scat
‘Bout something you know is at
A place needing noise,
Exploiting its joys
Thus to depression combat

Verbal maneuvers
Turn into movers
With primary tools
Evolving to fools’
Self-protectional louvers

Plain components
Work on opponents
Encouraging duty
Creating beauty
By its proponents

Take a sow’s ear
Make it appear
To be a silk purse
Usher in with a verse
Epitomizing its sphere

Representing the arts
Show all the best parts
Of an entity;
Thus its identity
Aims straight to our hearts

Concoct a new tune
Then with it, harpoon
The ears and senses
Exciting defenses
Once thought picayune

An idea in jazz
Coming on with pizazz
Perks up the senses
Disarming defenses
Beguiling with razzamatazz

Harmonies sung
On melodies hung
Concocting new tunes
Are little cocoons
To playfully amble among

“Save the world” we sang
Then merry bells rang
People listened
As Christmas lights glistened
The year going out with a bang

Listen to the songs
Composed by the throngs
Of People who beg
For getting a leg-
Up on all the Earth’s wrongs

Melodies composed
Might just be disposed
Themselves as lessons
Delicatessens
Of little suggestions proposed

Auditory gifts
Spur hopeful drifts
In new imaginations
Spurring creations
To monumental shifts

Cremation: The fire igniting
What lived once, writing
The final word on
What occurred on
An existence somewhat exciting

Anomalies  show
Aberrations that go
Into what might occur
So as not to defer
Roads that end apropos

When attention lags
Further input sags
Then what might transpire
Within might be dire
Loss of intelligence tags

Life, like a dream
Passes by, agleam
With chances to pluck
Treasures or chuck
Occasions for peaches and cream

After life, more dreams
But arising, it seems
From our behavior
Seeking a savior
Or not which Heaven redeems

Do the things that are fun
After all you only get one
Life to live so moves
To enjoyable grooves
Are just what its DJ’s have spun

When fun turns to work
It’s then time to shirk
The duties that come
With the jobs that are from
Labors that ‘round corners lurk

Hip-hop doggerel set
To rhythms played will get
Brains into gear
Contrapuntally hear
Thinking to beats yet unmet

Life, such as it is
Might be hers or his
To do with as pleased
Savored fully, teased
Into thrills indeed, or les miz

Life beats death, well…
Depending on Hell
Fire beckoning one
Or maybe the sun
Of Heaven to thence propel

Slow pitches lobbed
In delivering, sobbed
Invite disposals
Verbal proposals
Amounting to just more than robbed

Slow pitches over-the-plate
Seeming at first to be straight
Invite batters’ swings
Ending up as stings
In the mitt of the catcher, just bait

Invitations to indulge
Might accompany a bulge
In false pretenses
Fooling the senses
To prized information divulge

Tickling the mind
With hints, one might find
Disclosed information
Causing sensation
That could turn out as unkind

Tinged overall with sex
Relationships complex
Might end up forming
Stinging thoughts swarming
Over good sense one respects

Sex pills can’t do it
But if you renew it
Intercourse with tales
Spurs action in males
Females too, you won’t rue it

Overwhelming pleasure
Some you will treasure
From innovation comes
With the rolling of drums
Accomplishing fame in good measure

Surviving on crumbs
Won’t hurt the gums
But teeth might be better
Specially with wetter
Beverages such as some rums

Having fun works
Even with jerks
Whose logic is funny
By keeping life sunny
Making its point when pain lurks

Improve your fancy!
Situations romanc-y
Might just improve
Whatever the groove
Is making things antsy

Capability of greater things
Therefore ultimately brings
Responsibility to act
Without regard to scrutiny or tact
Gauging when to strike with stings

Don’t sell yourself short
In what you do, cavort
Going for broke or at least
Shattering customs much as a beast
In devouring disposed with a snort

Being where you’ve been
Use experience wherein
Techniques have come to you
Showing thusly what to do
When weighty wheels begin to spin

Writing and advising
On elements arising
Leads to questions about how
To deal with problems here and now
For readers’ heed-ers’ lives revising

Spinning tales is one thing
Readers’ big attentions bring
To forefronts yet to smother;
Act them out? That’s quite another
Cheeky relevance to fling

Summon some wisdom
By aphorism
Suit relevant moments,
Deliv’ring components
Of life by rhetorical prism

Pushing cash around
An effect can be found
On a Washington proxy
Whose influence foxy
Might then to profit redound

In writing, one claims
What one thinks, thus aims
To declare, thus avow
“Here’s how it is now!”
Peruser’s perception inflames

Crack imagination like a whip
Attacking opinions, unzip
Attentions, provoking
Hot issues smoking
Them out strip by strip

Animals fight
Which they very well might
Over spoils to be eaten
But man, whose thoughts sweeten
With cash has a better delight

Seeming is the food
For not appearing rude
When intellectually
Maybe conjecture-ally
Suggesting what might be pooh-poohed

Ah, which to prefer
As a verbal connoisseur
Being or seeming
As long as we’re dreaming
Along with a mental chauffeur

In your life you get
Stuff to enjoy or regret
Some of it in little bits
Or else perhaps a total blitz
Yielding a pile you won’t forget

An excess of none—
An objective, if one
Is of good taste
Upon having faced
Unlimited gains to be won

When life disappoints
There are choices of joints…
To attend or a jump
Up over the hump
Scoring affirmative points

Recourses to pickles
Spring forth in trickles
So moving on becomes
A choice, or succumbs
To hammers and sickles

Choices abound:
How many? How high? Round
Off the change
To go rearrange
A road yet to be found

Several life points
Appear to be joints
Where a choice made
To harm or upgrade
Further living anoints

“Choose, then act!”
—Alternatives, a fact
Of life each appearing
Requiring a hearing
Thenceforth results to transact

Lie down perusing
Alternatives, musing,
Listen to voices
Offering choices
Popping-up just before snoozing

"This is the way that it is”
Says the scribe with her or his
Brain in high gear
And it would appear
Conclusions were writ in a whiz

Let it go at that
When approaching a spat
With a companion
Unless a canyon
Looms inevitable to scat

Feeling good, a chord
Beckons to climb aboard
With melodic additions
Contrapuntal munitions
Enkindling the unexplored

What exactly is jazz?
Just a lotta razmatazz
Or is it a process
By which to access
Newer melodic pizzazz

Just because it's written
With its words we’re bitten
Won't mean we’ll read it
Or less, even heed it
Unless it leaves us Oh! Smitten!

Just only beautiful
Skin deepness irrefutable
Ain’t quite enough
Without the stuff
To blend with a background suitable

Lacking curiosity
Just using verbosity
Those found wanting
Might end up flaunting
Ideas to the point of atrocity

Note to the creative:
Go, find a medium native
To what might be do-able
Old concepts renew-able,
Whimsically vegetative

Go be this or that
Finding foes to combat
Instead of conforming
Break out, storming
The gates of where-its-at

Avoid becoming
If it’s just strumming
Chords of repetition;
Have a new ignition
Light a fire of life-forthcoming

Snobs’ limited intelligence
Ultimately ends in reticence
To express liberal thought
From fear of being caught
In a web of ambivalence

In the small business age
The boss was the sage
Of what went or what didn’t
Yet… naught was forbidden
To step up and rattle the cage

When the bigs take over
They mow down the clover
Lived on by the ants
Used to eating the plants
Living solely on them, moreover

Good candidates expose
Themselves to propose
Bills for common goods
Hunting in the woods
Legislation that won’t decompose

When we’re born, life’s notion
Is as wide as an ocean
And as deep as one might
Venture into, then flight
To the great land of Goshen

When we’re born, we get
A life on which to bet
All that’s ahead—
The world widespread
Before us, still to be met

When we die, we go
To a place where we show
What we’ve done in a life:
Making peace? Causing strife?
Evoking a “Yes!” or a “No!”

Looming clouds
Seem to be shrouds
Weapons poised to strike
Good and bad alike
Cleansing nature, buildings, & crowds

Strike, when the moment is right
Whether it be day or night
Opportunities beckon
Don’t stop to reckon
Whether to run or to fight

Born blank slates,
We fill in with that which relates
To circumstances
Doing our dances
Then head for the Heavenly Gates

Silence affords thought
From which one ought
To draw conclusions
Thus to infusions
Of actions then wrought

Drugs say “Hey, give in
To brisk impulses” wherein
Judgement affected
Then choices selected
Spur bad habits therein

Drugs make you surge!
Give-ya that super urge
To become that much more
Of what you were before
(Prob’ly were right on the verge)

Engage! Be fearless!
The chance you’ll end up tear-less
Is minimal if you looked
Before you leapt, and took
Reasonable precautions, career-less

Whirl through life’s dance
Ripe for romance
Choreographing as you go
Then end with a flourish, just so…
Thus living adventures enhance

Within life’s milieu
Stage a hullabaloo
Fruits are ripe to pick
Their juices are thick
With sweet nectar to brew

See fate’s constant parade
In which tunes are played
The sounds of inevitability
Signal a certain fragility
Listen! Insure precautions are made

There exists a ballet to concoct
Where spurious piety’s knocked
Off its pedestal
Deemed incredible
Thrown to the floor and mocked

Presenting elegance, ballet
Displaying relevance today
Shows modern attitudes
Replacing old platitudes
Choreographically having its say

Read the signs posted
On life’s highways, hosted
By those who’ve gone by
Explaining just why
Pipe dreams were roasted

As I lay me down to die
Survey my life and wonder why
I did’t go for this or that
Declned to bet, standing pat
Humph! Coulda been an apple pie

Push one’s living envelope
There to find sufficient rope
To tie things up, a tidy pack
An entity that shows a “knack”
Avoiding thus a slip’ry slope

​Drugs are for seeming
…Ok, but dreaming
Ain’t doing, therefore
Might come to ignore
Golden openings a-teeming

Articulate, unloved
It’s good to have shoved
Out for public consumption
Something to unction
Sensitive nerves ungloved

Playing music thus becomes
Whatever saith the drums
Beating rhythms, plus the notes:
Melody upon which floats
A contrapuntal song of strums

Where is the adventure?
That fantasy clencher
In the thinking or the doing,
The enjoying or the ruing,
Or curiosity thirst quencher?

Just think, I have me
With whom I totally agree
Why on earth should I need you
Hmm. Maybe for a point of view
That isn’t mine from which to see

What to be in living life
With opportunities so rife
Hikes and exploits for explorin’
Initially from when you’re born
To passing on, chock full of strife

Go, be an inceptive
Maybe perceptively
Seeing what no one
Discerns, to throw one
A curve unforeseen yet receptive

With your whole life
…Opportunity rife
For collecting know-how
It’s time to go-now
Slice off a bit with your knife

​Reality to be
Remembered we see
In what’s written down
With a verb and a noun
In a logic with which we agree

Capabilities needed
For incidents heeded
Require strict attention
Not only to mention
But talents carefully seeded
 
In society-at-large
Into which interests barge
ALL lives matter
Not only whose sadder
Stories we seek to enlarge

Shake yourself, get woke
Where there’s fire, there’s smoke
Burning for notice
Get off of the lotus
Its time for some zeal to provoke

Are you useful to the world?
Or is your relevance just hurled
Into the wind to be blown
To destinations unknown
With meaningful enterprise swirled?

Stop playing scales
Pianistic travails
But make up new tunes
Melodic typhoons
That whirl in the ears and tell tales
 
Undemocratic attacks
In election time smacks
Of methods improper
And should be a stopper
Of any debates in their tracks

With your ears listen
To thoughts that might glisten;
When ideas then are crummy
Decide with your tummy
On those that you should unchristen

The democratic process
Is not a way to address
Choices based on “Eenie-meenie”
There is no bottle with a genie
To apply a healthful compress

New symphonic chording
With harmonies a-boarding
Persuades the ears to agree
A euphonious nominee
With mellifluous prizes rewarding

Having made all the goofs
In life brings up spoofs
Of Existence alas
By which you amass
Maturities as proofs

The savior of you
Is you if you knew
How to take hints;
Make use of glints
Of  clues that tell what to do

Life is a series of games
With which one constantly frames
Survival within
The ineffable din
Of existence one finally tames

Philosophies abound
Hanging around
To be exploited
By handling “adroit-ed”
Just to avoid being drowned

It might be better to fail
At vices, which to derail
So go, travel on tracks
For which one has knacks
Rather than end up in jail

Religion can be turned
Into that which has earned
A place in God’s Heaven
An end which can leaven
A loaf of life adjourned

Some religions steered
To their rules adhered
Can lead one’s life up
Or descend to a “cup
Of tea” diabolocally feared

With the choices we’ve made
Human beings have paid
Prices now seen as bizarre
Ending up where we are;
Now, how to get fallout allayed

Things done wrong
Come back along
Life’s way, retribution
Forming dilution
Of future existence’s song

Life earns reprisals
Appearing in size-alls
Children, adults seniors
Nuns, Priests, Monsignors
Someplace after we dies-alls

Choose a note, then another
Harmony a kind of brother
Might emerge, lo, a song
Carrying the day along
To a tuneful thought a mother

Had enough of life?
Full-blown adventures, rife
With dangers to avoid
Which might have destroyed
Existence with war’s drum-and fife?

Existence weighs heavily
Especially when bevel-ly
Slanted toward dubious
Life a lugubrious
Appeal to be devil-ly

Stark communicating
At times even baiting
With what a word says
Might find one a “wez,”
Unfaced truths a-stating

Ah! A new place and time:
Surely now, and so I’m
Gonna live a fresh life
Thus eliminate strife
While I’m still in my prime

Lo and behold when
Heavenly dreams come, then
Live them forever
In doing so sever
From Earthly women and men

Heaven, a New World, unlike
The old, therefore a fresh hike
Into a new existence
Which alas with persistence
Will appear as a Golden Strike

Eager for adventure
That intellect thirst-quencher
“Bring ‘em on!” I said
“Right up till I’m dead
With a Heavenly slot-clencher!”

In offbeat ways
One seeks novel days
With brand new casts
To re-write old pasts
Thus introduce a new phase

Being damaged goods
Might affect the “woulds”
Or “wouldn’ts” a tender age
Can’t begin to assuage
Affecting the “couldn’ts” or “coulds”

“I coulda done that” you say
Well… okay
When your moment arrives, do it
So you won’t later rue it!
…No time like Today…

Funny how we look back
On life we woulda took back
If only the chance were
To come—Ah, the answer:
Surge, devise a “nook” track

Choose a feasible road
Down which to travel then goad
Society to evolve
Into outlooks thus solve
Its problems instead of implode

Puzzles of existence
Occur with persistence
Demanding solutions
Suggesting ablutions…
Maybe just keeping your distance

The Bible relates what occurred
Back in the times that spurred
Evangelists; record
The fate of the world toward
Progress thus undeterred

Music is message it seems
Some times literarily screams
To evoke thought on subjects
Behold its complex
Melodic or rhythmical schemes

Many poetic ideas
Are verbal pizzerias
Flowing into the mind
So that people will find
Delectable panaceas

Tunes come to distract
Thereupon enact
Melodies flouting
Harmonies outing
Musically scoring impact

Burying the past
At long last
Not easy, but keep
Trying, let it sleep
Remaining there amassed

Snobberies emerge
A societal scourge
Drip condescension
Attracting attention
To a heartless malicious verge

Use available tools
To avoid seeming fools
Grabbing-hold of one’s life
Counteracting the strife
While a situation cools

All psyches bear scars
One or two of which jars
Future existence
But— with persistence
One can erase that which mars

Comes a time at which
One can finally ditch
Mechanisms for keeping
Life which is seeping
Into existence’s niche

Hiring communicators,
Execs, opportunity-maters
Not being fools
Use available tools
To merge available daters

“A bowl of cherries,” life
When free of trouble and strife
Beats the heck out of dying
So we keep on trying
For where solutions are rife

Look for, and find
An answer to bind
One to  productive
Solutions inductive
To eating life’s fruit not the rind

Dominating the face
Winning the race
Against sadness
A beautiful gladness
In a smile sets a pace

The eyes expose truth
A surprise, forsooth!
Keeping lips from uttering
But ne’ertheless muttering
What’s so, a veritable sleuth

Ever guarding your psyche
Using a mental Nike
Avoid situations
That in consummations
Could end being a bit spiky

When you have to think,
An impasse on the brink
Persisting at length;
Get ahold of a strength
Addressing solutions, don’t shrink

Rain has its rhythm
Drops bringing with ‘em
An auditory nature
Performing a fate your
Garden spins myth ‘em

Weather’s in charge
Coming in with a large
System o’erpow’ring
A new garden’s flowering
Into which it’ll barge

Windy snow blows hard
Over-covering the yard
Bending trees to the ground
Their new suppleness found
Resisting cafard

Faith is a matter
In sooner or latter
Lifetime one’s fancy
Deems solid or chancy
Surviving its shatter

What is surely is
Whether hers or his
Acumen determines
Worthy of sermons
Evoking “Gee whiz!”

Stating the ideal
A faith to appeal
We need a Messiah
Not just a pariah
Spouting a selfish ordeal

You’re creative, eh?
Whadja come up with today
Quick little tips
Behavioral scripts
That we can take away?

Respectability: a choice
When inheriting a voice
To spout, after all
As humans we all
Have a hankering to rejoice

A messianic inclination
Is a spiritual derivation
A yearning to preach
In some way to reach
Souls worthy of salvation

Go, be, do, behave
But don’t be a slave
After all, afterlife
Might depend on the strife
And bad habits you stave

Words going with tunes
Spray messages, use moons
Escort music images
Lo, verbal vestiges
To memories it croons

A societal bomb thrower
Convention up-blower
Spouting fervent
Shibboleths, a servant…
Is basically a naught-knower

Were Jesus alive today
What might He now say
Of things, how they’re going
With society, showing
Its underpinnings and way?

Find a niche
Concoct a pitch
To then inhabit
Pulling your rabbit
Out of a hat to get rich

To have what you want, nice
Which might be, once or twice
But, c’est la vie, cher
A tip: don’t despair
Make what you have suffice

As the curtains close
Remember those
Things you did badly
Remembering gladly
Ones on which progress now grows

Times one just can’t recover
Though over, yet hover
O’er present existence
Reducing the distance
‘Tween now and a previous lover

Friends from the past
Inhabit the cast
Of figures surviving
Some lessons deriving
Leaving one somewhat aghast

Machines a-humming
Doing jobs, strumming
Tunes of production
Intone reconstruction
Resulting in futures a-coming

Original thoughts occur
In our minds where we confer
Privately then broadcast
To the masses amassed
As a virtual entrepreneur

Thinking and doing
Not qualms or boo-hoo-ing
Accepting strife
Reflects a life
Spent on experience accruing

When Death backs you
Into a corner and smacks to
Claim what is left
Parry with deft
Avoiding directions it tacks to

Explore the creative
Avoid the probative
Activity requiring
Ones circuits’ rewiring
Somehow just to go native

What harms the earth
And who decides if dearth
Of oxygen kills oceans
With fanciful notions
Of what global warming is worth?

Rain falls, flows
Downhill goes
Straight into rivers
Life’s liquid givers
Then rises to clouds as wind blows

Improvising life’s tunes
We ply existence, loons
Finding new riffs
Substituting for ifs
Whens and about our cocoons

Beyond observing others
Pick up some druthers
Of your own and go do
That which just you
Can commit to another’s

Life drips on our windowsills
Like the rain, then fills
Barrels of water
Saying we oughter
Look ere incurring more bills

Living on the same block
We nonetheless seek to unlock
A difference in ethnic flavors
By doing each other favors
Cracks in our customs to caulk

The Better Way, thought up
Would be better brought up
So the world could see it
Then they’d agree it
Might work if it’s caught up

The day, upon us already
Is in fact a heady
Challenge: Do something
A “go” or a “come” thing
With a goal that is steady

Emotions lie deep
In places that keep
Coming back like a song
That carries along
Some sowings later to reap

Water, that quenches
Sometimes even drenches
Cools, threatens, washes
Topping off galoshes
Overflowing man-made trenches

God has many a-world
Each by His hand unfurled
Over which to watch
Ours is just a notch
In His galaxy a-twirled

When the brain is stilled
Whether naturally or killed
By external forces, stopping it
By simply lopping it
Off it prevents further life fulfilled

Holding up your side
With some thinking applied
To a conversation
Induces a creation of
Likely fixes to be tried

"What you gonna do for us?"
Just-a-minute, don’t make a fuss
Just the opposite, do for your own
Before you condone
Charity; first take time to discuss

Not to blaspheme
But doesn’t it seem
If this world were all
We’re allowed, best forestall
Any destructive scheme

Don’t be induced to kill
Those whose own free will
Tells them “Agree”
With those who foresee
Virgins in Heaven, a thrill…

​What to leave when you go
Other than a “Yo-ho-ho
He was funny…” But then
After the wake’s over when
Suddenly you or he ain’t no mo’

No matter what you’re doing
Running from or pursuing
Somewhere exists a better way
Where you don’t even have to pay
Tied in with reconstrueing

If you’re an artist, prepare
Or at least be aware
Of limits to stretch
Gouges to etch
Into shibboleths. So there!

Giving life dimension
Creates a welcome tension
Affording new teething
To concepts a-breathing
Then biting, not to mention

We measure it all
As humans, recall
How many, much, high, low, deep?
Setting forth records to keep
Imaginations in thrall

Music, having its charms
A dilemma disarms
Soothing beastly savaging
Which could end up ravaging
With injurious harms

Fearing living more than dying
Get over it, stop the crying
Consider what’s available
Noting unassailable
Sweetening then applying

To the artist, friends
Interfere with ends
Sought in art, using
Up time abusing
Hours it forfends

If we could only delete noise
With instantly usable ploys
The world would be better
Our souls unfetter
From detritus ruining our joys

Being an artist
Take on the hardest
Tasks innovating
Approaches creating
New roads for the smartest

Often, news is nothing new
With ads plus promos to
Employ some jargons,
Surprise us with “bargains”
That are simply ballyhoo

Bigger waves, rising tides
Nature, upon which rides
The wrath of earth
Fighting the dearth
Of space spilling over its sides

Our youth joining ISIS…
Just one of the vices
Handy to idle kids
Whose pros include the quids
From which life provides spices

Flaunting of opulence
Leading to violence:
No matter the source
A natural of course
With lack of commonsense

Drugs take children’s lives
From which common sense derives
Replacing parents
With activities errant
…Then to a life that deprives

Doctors advertise!
Not a big surprise…
Gold in them there ills
Spurring medical mills
Preventing survival’s demise

“Your money or your life”
—Expensive healthcare, rife
With costly alternatives
Or beneficial restoratives
To the body under doc’s knife

Blithely we blunder
While great lakes go under
Cesspools of sewage
In spite of our new age
Technology wonders

Paying for education
Doctors use medication
Charge an arm-and-a-leg,
Reap a golden egg
Laid by one’s situation

Altruism, the gold standard
Of caring, thus pandered
By do-gooders
“Evil’s withstood-ers”
Saving locales meandered

Spreading religion
Here and there a smidgen
Proselytized online
Might be a way to mine
Nuggets of gold from a pigeon

Words used to spell out
Opinions that yell out
Ideas of what is or
What isn’t, may fizz or
Go flat, bomb and not tell out

The Bible’s next chapter
Might just be apt-er—
Stated in Haiku;
It might just psyche you
To believing in living Hereafter

Sleep, please come quickly
Avoiding the prickly
Pains of awake-ness
Supplanting with fake-ness
Of  dreams ere so tickly

A producing machine,
The human body between
Birth and death spurts
Ova that later converts
To more of the same unforeseen

Imagination, abstract thinking
Spurs innovation, linking
Life philanthropic
To ends geotropic
Futilities henceforth a-shrinking

When through you God speaks
Thus to the world leaks
Divine communique
Think: What does He say
Improving demeanor’s techniques?

Looking ahead, time drags
But look backward, it sags
Not providing  advice
Nor moving to entice
Action that might avoid snags

“Happy Birthday!” Now recall
How instantaneously all
The years seem to have shot
By, so if you’ve got
Time, don’t die — Go, play ball…

It ain’t like it was
Now’s different because
What might be whenever
Things happen, a lever
Is pushed and does what it does

​Hazards befall us
Affecting all us
People who live through
Temptations to give to,
Yet hear Heaven call us

At the door of fate
Might be your “date”
Knocking to enter
Who’d be an inventer
Of risky behavioral freight

Evincing hospitality
A certain geniality
Might underlie intentions
Harboring inventions
Concealing immorality

Arresting dissenters
At some juncture enters
A war against notions
Smacking of potions
Constraining inventors

Subterfuge sometimes
Covers up crimes
To get a job done
Especially one
Whose honor it slimes

Search around down
In the dumps where abound
Treasures and tools
Cast off by fools
After painting the town

Escape to euphoria
Use moratoria
From a reality
Changing lethality’s
Phantasmagoria

The gold standard
Of gossip meandered
Into plausibility
Effecting hostility
‘Tween rivals who pandered

Keep track of the score
Of essentials before
You commit to a side
Producing a slide
Into sites you might later abhor

Write down the thoughts
That occur with the “oughts”
Directed by cultures
Embodied by vultures
Who thrive on the wroughts

Standing up to drivel
Come up with something civil
Perform a good deed
Or at least intercede
Into hatreds that shrivel

Summoning thought
Tells one what ought
To be done
Manufacturing one
Path to finally trot

Employment of logic
Thwarts demagogic
Actions suppressing
Opinions expressing
Perceptions hodge-podge-ic

Conclusions reached
By policies breached
Better have a good case
Lest having to face
Exhortations preached

Shut out world shouts
By reasoning out
So by common sense
Thus decide whence
To proceed without doubt

Coming to reason
Requires one to season
Ideas abloom
Before powers assume
They're intended as treason

Get up, into it,
Go out and do it
Getting involved
Ere a problem is solved
By those who misconstrue it

Ah, love me to the end
Before last breath I spend
Taking my life,
Giving up strife
Thereon my way I wend

Life we seem to possess
With an end to address
Presents itself, alas
With chances to surpass
What was. Result: success!

​Stand up, say your piece
Even when caprice
Rules your thoughts, alas
On a chance that you'll surpass
Deceit ere you decease

Humanity begs
For idealists whose legs
Can carry along
To where they belong
Ideas hatching new eggs

Weapons in our cache
Eventually smash
Our civilization
Replacing innovation
With incarnation's ash

In our minds lie arms
To arouse alarms
Against ignorant wars
Closing off doors
To a future's charms

The mind is a weapon
With which one can step on
Outrageous ideas
Or mine for tortillas
On which to get hep on

To controvert whether
God lives is a feather
That floats on the wind,
Blown if you've sinned
Yet are seeking fair weather

Act as though God
Exists, giving nod
To theories of faith
Presenting a wraith
Of Heaven to trod

Go, use the brain!
No use to constrain
It from making
The cosmos' quaking
With concepts from which to abstain

Savants are agreeing
Together all seeing
That wars destroy minds
Thus limit mankind's
Future of actually being

Ideas are paths to progress
Staving off what might regress;
Thinking fearlessly
Even courageously
Blazes trails to address

In the vineyards toil,
Old shibboleths roil
Harvesting grapes
By a process that shapes
What's eventually coming to boil

As long as a dream
Stays alive, it would seem
To glow like a Neon Tetra
Being a raison d'être
Swimming a rational stream

The icing on the cake
Of life comes when you take
The advantages given you
Which may have driven you
To failure, and then re-awake

The earth having trod,
Afterlife with God
Evermore enticing
Will be the cake's icing
On living pursued roughshod

Zoom! goes existence
Pursued with persistence
Which might end up short
If one didn't cavort
Keeping a "Whoopee!" distance

Plan while you can
But make sure its span
Includes having fun
Or else to have won
Quells prizes before it began

"Fragile!" "Delicate!"
There's an etiquette
Protecting everything
Else one might have to sing
A melody yet unmet

People flood the earth!
Eventually a dearth
Of resources will ensue
With famines to accrue
Ending humanity's girth

Whose God rules
Employing Divine tools
To control population
From flat exploitation
Ending in surfeits of fools?

God plays different roles
In faiths, combining wholes
Into parts for usage
Thus sending His message
Regarding the future of souls

Bespeaking class, some tunes
Float melodic balloons
Into airs that are classy
Sometimes even sassy
Firing their rhythmic harpoons

Paralyze a thought,
You'll find what's not
Within consideration
Oft makes for an oration
On changes to be wrought

Laugh at your mistakes
Putting on the brakes
Taking them seriously
Lest deleteriously
They spur lifetime quakes

On the hinges of fate
Swing the doors that await
Celestial passages
Transmitting messages
Showing up thus to relate

God is now and here
Not as some say a mere
Conjecture by zealots
Who fling at us pellets
Piercing our transient sphere

Still making worlds, God
Is anything but a facade
–More places to inhabit–
A Heavenly Abbot
Not just a rodomontade

Ceilings above which
Sky resides, a niche
Are Heaven's doors
Humankind implores
Us to goodness to hitch

Logic disguised as poems
Whose points invade homes
Inspire reactions
Effecting subtractions
Of vice in our domes

Inner space exploring
Whose ideas imploring
Our existing voices
Presenting choices
Now and again sends us soaring

Intercourse variations
Stimulate creations
Essential to life
Which may even be rife
With ideas' gestations

Go here or go there?
Sometimes limits dare
Us to choose feloniously
Ending erroneously
Missing demise by a hair

Proposing what might
Come to delight,
One seems to await
'Til finally fate
Can deliver from plight

If only things came 'round!
Then look what you have found!
Treasures awaiting…
(Good luck inflating
Dreams you imagine abound!) 

Bearing down on your head
"Go be a man" is said,
By those calling the shots
Whose yardstick allots
Strength over thought instead

For the nonce, laughter
Cures the sad, but after
Funny thoughts expire
Still persists the mire
Forming life hereafter

Things that light up
When they're working might up
And disappoint our fate
If we don't anticipate
Things that can ignite up 

Oops! You sold that thing
Which now could bring
About a solution
A mess dissolution
(If only a bell could un-ring!)

Effects of words aimed
Can scarcely be blamed
On mouths that speak them
But minds that wreak them
Instead might be shamed

Verbal cannons fire
Explosions of ire;
Wherever they strike
Hearers might "Yike!"
At a rhetorical pyre

Swimming the deep
Marine creatures keep
To themselves, elusive
Conditions conducive
To privacy where one can sleep

Before we go astray
Someone has to say
Something universal
Effecting a reversal–
Earth's problems to allay

"Better to have loved and lost"
Than to never love, the cost:
Minimal at best
When put to the test
Forget it. Go out and get sauced

From lack of choices
We raise our voices
Enduring suffering
Essentially buffering 
From that which rejoices

Revelations clear paths
Essentially baths
Sprucing up minds
Until one finds
Impending new wraths

Life's expedition
Might be a mission
Exhorting direction
Toward a confection
To fight inhibition

Revelation clears a path
Presenting newer math
By which to figure
So you can dig your
Way to what the future hath

To any drifting boat
Readiness will denote
Mental agility
Innate ability
To continue afloat

The tune of the moment
Might serve to foment
A modern elegance…
Or other relevance
Expressing a goal meant

Good things come
(Say some)
To those who wait
But they might just be bait
To fools who succumb

False hopes pervade
Those who exist unafraid:
Optimists believing
Forever thus cleaving 
Faithfully till they're betrayed
            
Stars shining, winds blowing
To us all bestowing
Life where faith and hope
Enable us to cope,
Charity never foregoing

 

Take this  existence
With all of its distance
Between ups downs
Booby prizes and crowns;
Mine lumps for subsistence

Can you stand it
After you've planned it
And it doesn't come through
To go try something new
Like an obstinate bandit?

Able to fare all
You, as you share all
Back in your mind
Find you're resigned
In due course to bare all

Deep-down in your soul
But under control
Resides a Divinity
Bearing affinity
With Gods to extol

Creative thought improves
Outcomes, ergo removes
Barriers to perform
Beyond the norm
Fabricating new grooves

Made for having fun
Life, and you get just one,
Is an ice cream store
To taste all before
The next phase is begun

Prologue to sex: acquiescance
Of both parties quintessence
Developing,
Bodies enveloping
One another in essence

An assault on silence
Begets only violence
When all alone done
Resulting in one
Whose ire its bile vents

Is war obsolete?
With weapons to beat
Us over our heads
One really dreads
Ending up in defeat…

Of that written down for all
Thus tragedy to forestall
How many abide
By rules that collide
With preferences in thrall

Set forth in print, kinks
Which a wise one thinks
Lend them a substance
From which a reluctance 
To believe – up and shrinks

Swimming in consciousness, thought
With erudition ought
To be nourished
Until it has flourished
Into some action wrought

Thought transmitted
Then committed
To direct action
Can gain traction
With results acquitted

Assurance that God exists
Will manifest when it enlists
The trust of cynics
To hold forth clinics
Teaching faith that simply insists

In worlds going 'round
 Resources abound
Yet they cannot respond
In their spinning, beyond
Natural action aground

Life in a bad milieu
Requires restraint; bid adieu!
Use diligence, stopping
Conceding and flopping
To impulses one might eschew

Sex: a recreation
Upshot: procreation
Of human results
That either exults
Or courts a damnation

Democracy, a form:
Governmental reform
Found by idealists
Basically realists
Who took over by storm

Cynics hijack
To then repack
Governmental reform
Refined to perform
On a newly laid track

No skeptics we
With each shining see
From ocean to ocean
Buying ev'ry new notion
Climbing a hopeful tree

A singular person am I, say
Doing things only my own way
Regardless of others'
Particular druthers
But that's how I see 'em, okay?

The drive to achieve
In what you believe
Is attained fruition
Of unique ambition
Begging to preconceive

Achievement? Futility?
Somewhere 'tween virility
And passivity
Faulty activity
Turns into to debility

As you travel its route
Life becomes all about
What you get to do
Notwithstanding who
Or what pours from your spout

Many-a-thing done
Cannot be outrun
But what comes ahead
Perhaps might instead
Plead to be begun

That you do things
Says lots, and rings
Bells of achievement
Before bereavement
Its death knell sings

Perspectives from naught
When ruefully sought
Grant views distorted
If then exported
Before they are caught

Capture perspective
To turn to affective
Worthy suggestion
For future digestion
Somehow corrective

Publish that with worth
Establishing a berth
On a ship off-sailing
From a world that's trailing
Your dreams here on Earth

Open minded, never old
Resist therefore being told
What your outlook should be
'Stead of what it would be
Even if out-in-the-cold

​Life's ensuing phase
When caught in a phrase
Might portend good or evil
Indicating upheaval
Threatening destiny's days

Imagine profundities!
Un-moribund-ities
Keeping thought going
Enlightenment growing
Articulate pundit-ies!

Others will ever mull
Over conjectures and cull
From them matter
About which to chatter
Whenever tête-à-têtes lull

Why not indulge in life's fun
If, after all, only one
To us each is granted
Before being planted,
Existence then over and done?

When a search is begun
Is the doing the fun
Or selecting objectives
Reducing perspectives
Down to pursuing just one?

Prune thoughts just like plants
Reducing to chants
What might have been yelled
Thus forcibly quelled
As disorderly rants

Cultivated thoughts spoken
Construed more than a token
Gesture to virtue
Surely won't hurt you
Even when protocol's broken

Lying down, look up
See what might fill your cup
Shadows on ceilings
Reflecting one's feelings
Depressions oft interrupt

Lying down, eyes covered
Imagine things hovered;
What appears in repose
Might foreshadow those
Later to be discovered

Sudden disappearances 
Indicate adherences
To that which might differ
From a life that is stiffer
Than perceived incoherences

In order to vote
Take note
Consider the issues
Some thin as tissues
But worthy to promote

Wealth is over-rated
Earth over-populated
With uncaring
Souls whose glaring
Thoughtlessness is hated

Sharing is essential
Sensible and elemental
If we're to get along
Within our earthly throng
It's simply providential

Advertising's effect:
Promotional neglect
By shading the truth
Is really uncouth;
Something to downright reject

Democracy needs debate
On issues that await
But ads bear messages
Opinion that presages
What's said by the candidate

Newspapers, obsolete
Yet with gossip replete
Can still be a forum
Affecting decorum
Of those who want a front seat

Us – fat, dumb, 'n' happy
Occasionally scrappy
But cash comes along
With a tuneful song
Making everything seem sappy

Lobbies peddle sway
Financed by those who say
Their viewpoints with cash
No matter how rash
The issue they'd like to purvey

Debating: a no-brainer
For societies whose saner
Views they'd promote
In attempts to devote
History's ending a gainer

Regardless of how
You think things are now
The way that it is
Might bring a "Gee whiz!"
And later even a "WOW!"

Find things about which
To care that enrich
The lives of others
Then use your druthers
Throwing a useful pitch

Register passion
Know how much to ration
In daily living,
Then refuse giving
Beyond limits in fashion

Poetry stands all alone
Not needing music, with tone
Interfering in meaning
Melodic careening 
To rhythm all of its own

Lyrics interfere
With pure music to hear;
Melody and meter
Make perception sweeter,
Uncluttered to the ear

Life's a blank slate
Upon which to sate
One's hunger for kicks
As long as its tricks
Skirt hazardous freight

Extolling Heaven, saints
Totally free of complaints
Shall sing forth its praises
With sweet-sounding phrases
Forever without restraints

Consider God's viewpoint:
Ain't life a joint
Agreement between us
To behave with cleanness
Thus Zion's arrival anoint?

The world must be won
The conclusion's foregone:
In order to save it
We might think to pave it
Over with butter-pecan

Items from the past
Playing on life, cast
Their shadows today
Attainments allay,
Leaving one somewhat aghast

Inspirations arrive
To those who contrive
To live lives that burst
With ideas, coming first
In line to survive

Believing that the world
Can be saved, flags unfurled
Then the right question
Is how the suggestion
Might be mixed in and swirled

Serious themes
Need attention it seems
Effecting forever
Thereafter whatever
Might threaten extremes

Some got married and gave up
While neglecting to save up
What was accumulated
As children that related
Leaving naught but to slave-up

As older one grows
More memories impose
On the future one plans
Interjecting their hands
Which to life juxtapose

Playing piano? Nothing
To it beyond frothing
At practice: negotiate
Which keys to associate
Tunes, fingers thus auth-ing

Looking back there's lots
Now tied up in knots
One should've unraveled
As pathways one traveled
Embroiled in intricate plots

Squint, light the way
Ahead one might say
Means to know and see
What looms there to be
Prior to hie underway

Plunge forth, Kismet awaits;
All by itself recreates
Outcomes once courted
That last un-aborted
Like food uneaten on plates

Go, meet some new folks
Who from you might coax
Viewpoints anew
Which hitherto
Had been dismissed as jokes

Hear life's tuneful chords
While trodding towards
Squaring the clashes
Avoiding the crashes'
Discordancy rewards

Abstractions beg hearing
Of meanings appearing
Deep voices crying
Reactions sighing
To messages steering

Pursuing a truth
The diligent sleuth
Faces a mirror
Factually clearer
Saying plainly "Forsooth…"

Windows frame external
Phenomena vernal
Seasonal respite
To nevertheless pit
Cold against dog days infernal

Poking within things
Frequently up-brings
Unexpected miscellany
Facts appalling, even zany
But – logical swings

Share your treasure trove
In a story wove
For opportunists
Who as blue-moonists
For rewards will have strove

Music by words polluted,
Melodic ideas diluted…
But then again tunes
Cramp logic with croons
Whose melodies might not be suited

Say something profound
Which can thus resound;
Present useful thought
To the hearer which ought
With wisdom to abound

We all own the planet
To take care of, an' it
Seems that we folks
Ought to try hard to coax
It to living as long as granite 

Love is precarious
Connoting various
Commitments to keep
Rewards to thus reap
Skirting nefarious

Curbing ambitions
Protective partitions
Prevent cogitation,
Provide insulation,
Fend off expeditions

Daring escapades produce,
Giving life a little juice;
So seeing what's viewed
With good thoughts accrued,
Put what is learned to good use

Listing wisdom gained
In good living attained
Oldsters then ought
To spell out what's not
To be constrained

Having survived
Episodes, then thrived
On worldliness gained
Enjoy urges restrained
That remain un-contrived

Give thanks for survival
Noting arrival
At a point far from grief;
Heave a sigh of relief
Then begin a revival

Put forth objectives
Then when defectives 
Seem to impede
Goals intercede
Supplying protectives

Circumstances find us
Where they can wind us
Up to inspire
Proper desire
To put trouble behind us

Captured by mood
To a sulkiness screwed,
One needs to unthread
What's stuck in the head,
Get the cerebrum shampooed

Walking about, we find
New destinations in mind
Somewhere to go to
Perhaps apropos too,
That was formerly left behind

Perceive new horizons
To just keep your eyes on;
Zoom into inspect
What will later affect
Futures the sun will arise on

Near one's own God
One hears a ballade
Unlike any other,
Sour notes to smother
Euphonic harmonies prod


New dawns offer choices
Those wise inner voices
Speak options available,
Results unassailable
Finding what one rejoices

Dramas expose
By showing disclose
Hiding on shelves
Parts of our selves
That regular life foregoes

The old days
Creating malaise
Beg immolating
While we're awaiting
Virginal ways

Spread old ashes
Into the gashes
Created by rifts
Of seismic shifts
Earth's trembling trashes

From notion to symphony
Tones, chords, polyphony
Music has context
Where notions are flexed
Producing, "ta-da" epiphany

Wisdom, alas, comes
To those who beat drums
Demanding to know
The facts apropos
That warble society's hums

The benefit of birth:
Living here on earth
Not someplace
Way out in space–
Where unknowns lack worth

Life, as such
Really ain't much
Unless it's augmented
With items presented
Near to the touch

Good books will tell how
Things are in the now
Even if risible,
Context, where visible
Attitudes further endow

Wisdom aimed for
Becoming aflamed for
Is sure worth the gamble
Though but a preamble
To a monument named for

Transmitting news, waves
Over airwaves paves
Roads to enlighten
Listeners to brighten
Or darken like caves

Attentive minds listen
To words which then glisten
As good news unfolds,
Enthalling-ly holds
Forth days to rechristen

Hov'ring o'er the dead
Retaining just a shred
Of old life, the soul
Lingers to console
For what lies ahead

Sans mistakes, playing
Piano allaying
Sour notes to sweet
Is pleasant deceit
Of the ear from straying

Luring sitters, nice chairs
Offer ease which compares
With lying in bed
While keeping one's head
About current affairs

How you used what you
Came with for good to
Improve situations
Repair aberrations
Will help hard times through

Life, all about fun
Cause you only get one;
Make it work for the best
Consequence to be blessed
When it's over and done

Here comes inspiration
A mental vibration
By which profound
Ideas abound
Arousing a novel creation

A mood will progress
When we acquiesce
With laughter not far
Behind a bizarre
Consent to digress

Answers appear
However severe
To those who seek them,
So when you critique them
Avoid the austere

If the keys to a life
Present nothing but strife
Pick the locks, to unlatch
New plots to then hatch
Opportunities rife

Cyberspace holds
All that unfolds
Upon clicking to find
Exercise for the mind…
Some leads for the golds

Indulging in pleasure
Enjoying at leisure
Not feeling the pain
Is from life to abstain
Ne'er finding the treasure

Did you have a plan
 From when life began
With an ending successful
Beyond being stressful
Or is it an empty tin can?

When you have naught
It's time then to ought
To give in to all
Hoping in thrall
You'll find yourself fraught

If you've done lotsa bad
Ain't it time you had
Begun some productive
Diversion constructive
If only to give back a tad

From a character defect
What is done can effect
Not only one's ego but
Proximate beings somewhat
Who happen to interconnect

Write just of ideals!
Of that which appeals
To healing defects
And therefore corrects
That which chicanery steals

Try a bit harder
Employing an ardor
Producing returns
Whose consequence earns
Reserves for the larder

With encouraging songs
Tuneful power but longs
To attract attention
A novel dimension
For righting some obvious wrongs

When life's minus
Takes you from highness
To a low un-fathomed
Attracting wrath-omed
Ends, better bye-bye-ness

Get away from here
Blaze a new frontier
Go then to to there
A place just nowhere–
Jazz is just the sphere

Far-out music, Modern Jazz:
Surprising rhythms too; whereas
Regular classical might amass
Melodicly contrapuntal morass,
It boldly courts the razzmatazz

Thinking strong and healthy
Might not end up wealthy
But living long and well
Will certainly impel
Sneaking through life stealthy

The lives we lead
Are previously decreed
By who we're born
Then mantle's we've worn
Whose limits we fail or exceed

Life is like jazz
Situations whereas
Improvised tunes
Pierce like harpoons
With incisive pizazz

We want life to proceed
With concomitant speed
But death intrudes;
By coming eludes
Crashes it might precede

Sweeping us right along
Death sings its doleful song
With rationality
Crooning mortality
– Off to where we belong

Jazz: all improv
Impelling a shove
Tunes' imagination
Contrapuntal cogitation
Deviational thereof

One's fun
When it's over and done
Is work to some others
Which, having their druthers
Might even shun if not run

Those who deny
An afterlife vie
For a place here and now
That will surely allow
Their desires to apply

As a writer one states
Who he is, creates
Alter-egos which
Voices unhitch
From what he narrates

When shadows o'ertake,
Leave in their wake
Existence gone by,
Then wondering why
Is indeed no mistake

As a beginner
Pick out a winner
Then ride to the end
E'er to forfend
Becoming a sinner

Justify living
Existence giving
All you've got-to
What you know ought-to,
From evil a-sieving

Presenting themselves
Constantly delves
For some into paths
Encouraging wraths
Opportunity shelves

After races are run
Some still aren't done,
Keeping on keeping on
As though not yet drawn
To a close, tale spun. 

A race to the finish
Will vigor diminish
As soon as it's done
When the contest is won
By a margin quite thin-ish

Set limits, deadlines
Often bring headlines
Where limits beyond
Which to respond
End up in breadlines

Don't let life pass you by
If you only get one, Oh my!
Caring enough,
Dying rebuff;
Postpone pronouncing "Goodbye"

Soaking up the atmosphere
Partaking of the local beer
Act as though you just belong
With tribal customs go along
Lest the natives judge you queer

The newest inspiration
Won't predict damnation
As Biblical text
But bring on the next
Reward or fine for temptation

On many subjects give advice
Reflecting on one's own concise
Experience with subjects
Noting alternate effects'
Impact upon resulting price

Better than how to succeed
One might thoughtfully concede
Is advice in detail
On how not to fail
While on life's path to proceed

A biblical text
On what might be next
Is the book of The Plausible
Giving one cause-able
Justification to be vexed

Regretful ruminations
Form the fool's foundations
For life spent looking back
Instead of taking a whack
At future aspirations

Giving up harmful things
Avoiding those late-night flings
Helps one exist
Without what's dismissed
In a life that sobriety brings

With hardly a second to blink
Life goes by in the wink
Of an eye thus missing
That which reminiscing
Might afterward cause us to shrink

If you don't want to learn,
For accomplishment yearn
Just try to conclude
From what you've accrued,
Foregoing those bridges to burn

A matter of time
Till off to There, I'm
Almost to the point
My remains to anoint
Then Heaven's ladder to climb

Politicians stand
In the "promise" land
Soliciting votes,
Floating our boats
To futures ever so grand!

Words most worth heeding
Beg for conceding
Grabbing attention
Ubiquitous mention
To hearers most needing

What you're good at doing
Is surely worth reviewing
When deciding on later
Paths that are straighter
Avoiding consequent rue-ing

Learn from your part
In what happened, start
Owning up to results
Which we must as adults
To a conscience impart

Pursue expectations
Forestalling frustrations
From idleness coming;
Keep tunes a-humming
In grand variations

Dredging the past
Mistakes there amassed
Is a classic time-waste
With fate to be faced
And lots to be cast

Wanting to do
With skills to accrue
Rather than be
You'll surely agree
Will spirit imbue

Reasons why not to
Impede what to do
In any case wondered
If overly pondered
To throw plans askew

With so much to do
Any character who
Would just want to be
You'll surely agree
Waives dreams to pursue

Live with persistence
Your current existence
Have lotsa  fun
Cause you get only one
Chance at running the distance

When career's a vocation…
It's a total vacation
Always a pleasure
To get the full measure
Of vital vibration

Life's ice cream cone
Consumed all alone
Must be enjoyed
With taste buds employed
Until good judgement has flown

Life's transitory
So grab all the glory
Before it just vanishes
In due course banishes
Memories of its story

"Life is but a dream"
Maybe so, but if you scream
Loud enough, you'll wake
Not only you, but take
Reality to the extreme

The music will finally stop
You'll find yourself atop
A mountain you've built
To your own special tilt
Hoping it won't go "plop!"

Write theory if you must
See if the world will adjust
To what you're up-cooking
If they are-or-not looking
Leaving you in the dust

When civil rights
Lift you to heights
Of freedom of choice
Make use of a voice
That improvement incites

Water running downhill
Vacancies there to fill
Collects in a pool
Thereby to cool,
A perspiration to kill

A worthwhile objective:
Forgoing invective
Be of use to the world
Your best nature unfurled
With a novel perspective

Vandalizing lives, scribes
Couch their words in gibes
Featuring the bad stuff
Not knowing when we've had enough
That negativity describes

Turning lives into fodder
Baring ends we can't solder
Back into conduits
Writers expose, to wit:
Sensational news of the odder

Comprising here and now
One cannot disallow
What is truly beheld
Then afterwards yelled
Hindering tries to disavow

Believe that within
Are spurs that begin
To seek the successful
Avoiding the stressful
Jeopardies lurking herein

Tools of success used
By scholars thus infused
With proper equipment
Will incur a shipment
Of opulence transfused

Teach your mind to misbehave
Harvest benefits to save
Disposing of the useless chaff
Then in process simply laugh
At what the foolish exploit gave

Fool some of the people – Perhaps
In a world being full of chaps
Who believe what they see
Irrespective of wee
Cracks that are turning to gaps

Take hold of life's controls
Depending on your goals
Which if ignored
Remain unexplored
Thus unexploit-able roles

With better stories written
Intellects are a-smitten
Not to mention emotions
Reacting from virtual potions
Leaving one love-bug-bitten

Composing thought
With substance fraught
Beyond whimsy
Might turn into hymn-sy;
(Piety could get one caught)

​Read the paper, watch the news,
 Viewpoints just might disabuse
Depending on which
Perspective they pitch
Or maverick position they choose

​Flying by so fast, life
With opportunity rife
Provides scant occasions
For wielding equations
Avoiding occurrence of strife

Where and who you're from
Results in what you become
Unless of course
You ignore your source
And march to a different drum

Get real!
Be your ideal!
Action, not words
But functioning girds
To guide you through any ordeal

Fantasy's nice
To indulge once or twice
But climbing of hills
By doing fulfills
The dreams, exacting a price

"It was what it was."
Looking back is what does
A dance on the psyche
Resulting in spiky
Unloved repercussions abuzz 

Doing just what you did
Trying to keep it hid
Prohibits what's next
Diluting effects
Of an outcome on which you might bid

Being old and rich
Able to choose which
Ever flavor or kind
Of joy un-consigned–
Now there's a fat pitch… 

Despite what you think
It's the kool-aids you drink
That poison your will
And lead you downhil
Pushing you right to the brink

Crabs-in-a-basket
Are naught but a casket
Of those to be eaten
As soon as they're beaten,
None of them a pass get

Access insanity
Maintaining vanity
Proceed to experiment
Bringing on merriment
(Banning profanity)

Life: Just a good-natured joke
On an unsuspecting bloke
Or a brutally nasty prank
For which we have nature to thank
Giving our vision a poke?

Born creative we're not
Although we probably ought
To see things anew
Each time we view
Them as that to be got

Becoming creative
Beyond vegetative…
's a matter of need
With a mouth to feed
…Plainly probative

To know what you're taking
Not death throes making
A drug needs be licit
So in chemical bliss it
Avoids life-quaking

Need stirs creativity
Elicits nativity
Of novel progeny
Even hodge-podgeny
Begetting activity
 
Holy Spirit within
Help guide me wherein
I can build novel piles
Of thought that beguiles
Yet venturing not into sin

Forego hard knocks
Build with found blocks
Already provided
By which we're guided
Avoiding subsequent shocks

Natural rhythm is nice
Useful too, once-or-twice
In a song or a cadence
On which one might play whence
Musical tones would suffice

With a good night's rest
Reality digressed
The past put behind
To "erstwhile" assigned
Fate can be addressed

Keen on status quo
Ever in the know
Avoid being the sort
Who might seem to court
Mishaps apropos 

Ev'rything's adventure
To a naif, a bencher
Who sits waiting
For forces creating
Opportunity's thirst-quencher

Old age, a new peril
Which comes on one feral
To eat you alive
With death to connive
If it doesn't leave you sterile

Life is ice cream
Where one can dream
To taste all the flavors
Being tasty pavers
To fates awaiting downstream

Life, a good-natured joke
Whose lessons provoke
Or maybe a prank
With no one to thank
If it goes up in smoke

Being, disguising
Needs organizing
A certain structure
Resisting rupture
Gains thus realizing

Play all seductively
Life thus conductively
Transmitting vigor
When it's done with rigor
Performing productively

What will contribute to fate
As our outcomes we await
Producing empirical
If not always lyrical
Solutions we can create

Life is raw material
Our rule is imperial
Deciding what lives
With personal sieves
Stemming the bacterial

Thoughts of others
Reflecting their druthers
Deserve respect
Even when decked
Out in injustice that smothers

 If we did what we would
Not what we should
Life then might diverge
Giving vent to each urge
With variations of "could"

Arenas of conduct
Present a new construct
Of life as we find it;
When fate is aligned, its
Leftovers having been chucked

Are we destined to perform
In others' plays or storm
Through existence
Proposing resistance
To projects we see as lukewarm?

Ev'ry day we choose
A path to follow, whose
Exigencies urge
Potentials emerge
To which we might want to cruise 

​Forward or backward we go
Considering yes or no
To what then might be
Presented; agree
Or, maybe not apropos 

Check in the mirror
Is what you see clearer
To what you'd desire
Or thence might conspire,
At risk seeming queerer?

Is survival your style
Or connivance awhile
With others' behavior
Being your savior
From what you might later revile?

Each soul's existence
Maintains a distance
Spanning durations
With reincarnations
To which it goes with persistence

You there – Husband or Wife
Remember, it's only life
You Live and you die
So if things go awry
Further potential is rife

Live, die, how ya gonna do it
Let it happen or pursue it?
It matters after all
So guess what, it's your call
Try to make sure you don't rue it

 Music enters through  the ear
Leading notions from the here
To ethereal scenes
Providing the means
Of other passageways to steer

Being what we currently are
What can we do to travel far
Into an existence
Providing assistance,
Steering clear of the bizarre?

Tales compellingly told
Might resurrect old
Shibboleths mattering
If only a smattering
Of truth still might be doled

Art is nought but vivid fraud
After all, not life, but shod
In wear as if to shed
Light on what instead 
Is much more than the façade

Music, but an artful lie
And we react "Oh my,
I'm taken back to then!"
In bygone history when
Tunes accompanied thereby

Music is a crafty thief
A cordial rhythmic relief
Stealing us from where we are
 With naught but charm to take us far
Intoning happiness – or grief

Proposals leading to action
Frequently miss getting traction
From early "drag racing"
Eventually facing
Becoming another abstraction

Frailty repairing's
A case of declaring
An area of strength;
So proceed at great length
Choosing a path that is daring

Schemes make their way,
Lead connivers astray
Tainting hearts' purities
Rupture securities
Resulting in lifes' disarray

Hypotheses are propositions
Some providing ammunitions
For exploits to follow
If solid or hollow
Resulting in acts or omissions

Craggy rocks beckon;
Climbers take second
Choices to travel
So's not to unravel
Trips later to reckon

Insistent souls climb
Through craggy rocks' grime
In order to rise
Into view of God's eyes
Deserving a bounty sublime

Rocking to excess
Allows us to address
Our limits, thus define
Zones where we can shine
As well as those to re-assess

Cryptic meaning
Comes careening
Into conversations
Unintentional flirtations
With intent demeaning

What is said intends,
By objective ascends
To higher meaning
Sometimes even leaning
To hope it recommends

"Rocks in your head"
Might be instead
Diamonds in the rough
Forming to show stuff
Of ideas to be spread

At rock bottom you know
There's no place to go
But up toward a pinnacle
Affecting a clinical
Life, altering apropos

A tumbling rock
Might loosen a block
Start an avalanche going
Down a hill throwing
Terra Firma into a shock

Life's an adventure
A real thirst-quencher
If you've capacity
To use tenacity
Accepting resultant indenture 

Harmony-engineering
Appeals to the hearing
Of who would then listen,
And sonically glisten
To tunes without sneering 

​Yielding to dough, doors
Open with us on all fours
Begging for cash
To add to the stash
Financing imagined amours

Why slam doors
To make statements? Or
Help close them tightly?
(Ajar they might slightly
Permit what each shutter deplores)

Easing a door into place:
Helping frustration to face
What's unavailable
With unassailable
Courage to mem'ries erase

Doors, entry-ways
Into sanctums ablaze
With hidden techniques,
Virtual boutiques
Of bright outcomes to appraise

We fathom little
Past what we can whittle
Down to a carving
Of life beyond starving
Consigning a lifetime committal

Doors to life's riches
Are guarded in niches
Whose locks are constructed
Thenceforth are conducted
With keys unfound in your britches

Opportunities found
Just lying around
Might spell rejections,
Convey imperfections
Considered but reckoned unsound

Someone's appearance
Might be interference
With actual traits,
Thus somewhat negates
 An innate incoherence

Surface exposes
What one supposes
Might lie beneath
But could later bequeath
What now decomposes

Human surface tension
Can generate a mention
That triggers an eruption
Justifying a disruption
Of a magnified dimension

Pounding at our minds' doors
The insistent past explores
What now engages
Our current life stages
With interests one deplores

Go where? Do what? See whom?
One life has limited room
To do all we dream,
So skimming the cream's
About all we can consume

The future's a gamble
That's hard to unscramble:
A puzzle of actions
Thus naught but abstractions
That might be a prickly bramble

Pick your horse to go ride
When you finally decide
On a race to the future
By planning a route your
Aptitudes might coincide

A window– Light shines
On piano's keys tryin'
To elicit a tune
With a melody strewn
Thru the air by composers divine

Breathing the air, we trust
That for which life we must
Have, with the water
So, conserve we ought'er
All of our uses adjust

Performance: the proof
Choreographing a spoof
Shows something within
A talent wherein
Palaver subs for a goof

Advice, giving or taking,
Proceeding or braking
Dilemmas of life
Avoidance of strife
May or may not bring on aching

Ruling our lives, machines
Present us with scenes
We can't always control
Even when we we extol
Their benefits yet to be seen

Thriving in boxes
With a life that locks us
To our possessions
We give concessions
To existence that finally mocks us

The past insists:
"Let me nab what I missed!
I still count after all
And have yet to install
Mem'ries to be reminisced."

Go to where? What to do?
Avoidance of mem'ries to rue…
The future's not clear
So, which way to steer
In search of ends to pursue?

The future's a gamble
As we go toward a bramble
Of growth that's uncertain
Toward final curtain
Conclusively trudging a shamble

Sun shines thru the window
Another Cielito Lindo
Lighting piano keys
A tune from which I squeeze
A wish to be rolling in dough

Breathe the air we must
Having no choice but to trust
What to put in our body
No matter how shoddy
Our livelihood's fettles adjust

To existence penetrating
Valuation demonstrating
Life as we know it
Insists that we show it
As a future germinating

When you take some advice
There might be a price
That people demand;
On the other hand
The already known might suffice

Machines run our lives
With pursuit that contrives
To make everything go
Shrugging off "to" or "fro"
Just so mankind survives

We thrive in a box
With security locks
So no one can enter
Penetrate to the center
Unless he initially knocks

Comics say it well
Solemnity dispel
Making waggish fun of
Ev'ry single one of
Human swaggers gone-to-hell

In life, as also in song
Choices, while we go along,
Exist to be heard
Activity stirred
To help us tell right from wrong

The computer shipment
Included equipment
For finding out there
Each thing except where
That darn microchip went

Mining life's answers
Needs no financers;
Solutions transparent
Might just be inherent
In history's cancers

Doors seal off spaces
To int'resting places
We might want to enter
Thus ending up center-
Stage to forward our cases

Begging unlocking
Doors are for knocking
Upon to solicit
More souls to elicit
What they might be blocking

Chairs are to sit on,
Desks for notes writ on,
Tables for eating,
Workbenches completing
Jobs before beds to submit on

Things to be used
Never abused
Might prove to save
Or even enslave
Us to end, oh, amused

Lives contained
By habits abstained
Might be beneficial
But tend artificial–
Behaviorally chained

After I'm dead
Lying still in my bed
What they do with my corpse
After everything, warps
The whole life that I led

To be hanging around
After death one is found
To be somewhat mystical
Anti-logistical
Rather than Heavenly-bound

Do something perhaps
Filling life's gaps
Thus changing the world
With a flag unfurled
Slowing eventual collapse

 Heather growing on the hill
Yearns in blossom to fulfill
Bless'd occasions
Repairing abrasions
Nature's aspects thus distill

Prospectively dying,
Brings doctors relying
On steps they connive
To keep one alive
Medications applying

The workplace beckons
As soon as one reckons
That like it or not
To exist one ought
To give motion its seconds

Enticing opinions
Of those whose dominions
Spur thoughtful reactions
Might lead to infractions
Arising within y'uns

Perform a bricolage
Of actions to dislodge
Seized up thinking
From realities a-shrinking
Thus calamities to dodge

Horizontal thinking
Lying down thus shrinking
From physical existence
Might just fortify resistance
To deportment that is stinking

Never having to "become"
Thereby represent a sum
Of one's deportment
Can elicit an assortment
Of new melodies to strum

If you never have to "be"
Then "seeming," you'll agree
Represents what's left
Possessing any heft
Impacting life to a degree

"Seem on" to an ending
With afterlife pending
On how you behaved
Toward temptations craved
Thence a- or de- scending

Imagining more
Can be quite a chore
When faced with resistance
Resulting in distance
Left o'er to explore

 Jazz is all about
Impromptu music's clout
Swaying ears to eccentric
Locales ethnocentric,
Thereby perceptions reroute

Ears perk up to Jazz
In impromptu the player has
A duplicitous plan:
Catch the ear of man
With rhythmic and sonic pizzazz

Can we not-listen?
Turn off the brain, rechristen
To an absence of sound
That plays all around
Making our outlooks glisten

Two entities working
Together fight lurking
Malefactors: The Brain
Plus The Mind, to gain
Upper-hand over troubles a-perking

U.S. Health Care: An issue
Whose benefits miss you;
If there isn't the cash
For avoiding a crash
It will early-dismiss you

All is fair game
If in talking, the aim
Is for minds to be frank
And not to have shrank
From topics aflame

Open minds consider
The ultimate bidder,
Ideas to think up
Then drink up
Even the thoughts of a kidder

Comicbooks of life
Drawn strikingly, rife
With cartoons of behavior
Could be the savior
Of spheres locked-up in strife

Reaching old age
Cheating death's page
One laughs in the face
Of attempts to displace
Current life with sin's wage

 Good talk brooks naught
Out of bounds, as good thought
Goes where it pleases,
Sporadically seizes
Themes deemed overwrought

Music is nought but caprice
To dazzlingly release
Whimsy's composer
Who acts as a poser
In notes fabricating a feast

Spirits: the target
Of musical argot
Tempting the souls
With euphonic strolls
Begetting a tuneful strut

Think, would you want
To be thought a savant 
Whose intelligence smothers
Or else could your druthers
Resign you to be nonchalant

Train your ear to tell
Good tunes from bad, well
Now it isn't hard
If you're on your guard
Against music that fails to impel

Can torture amuse
The doer to use
It to find
What's on the mind
Of the prey to abuse?

Of torture we're capable
Doing things inescapable
From pangs of regret
That we'll never forget
Even in life that's re-shapable

The land of your dreams…
In your mind, it seems
The chance you'll go
Might escape you though
You dream up traveling schemes

Use a potent word
To express a most absurd
Objection to a plan
In order to ban
Further action thus stirred

Stirring something in you
Music, seeking to continue
Notions occurring
Have spirits conferring
Their tonal fancy to imbue

Live life affected
In being connected
To heavenly thought
As though You ought
To be resurrected

With known knowns
We can study their bones
But known unknowns baffle:
Perceptions of half-full;
Unknown unknowns=unturned stones

Unintended consequences
Dents in our senses
Strike the world in which we live
Leaking through it like a sieve
(Better strengthen our defenses)

In life there's the fun
Making tales that are spun
But the ultimate purpose
Will suddenly surface:
Heavenly prizes we've won

At the mercy of art
We suddenly start
To recognize ends
Where life depends
On playing it ever so smart

Felled by great beauty
We think it a duty
To use our abilities
Fulfill capabilities,
Thus landing this cutie

Choo choo trains roll
To an ultimate goal
Trav'ling somewhere
With "Woo-woo" declare
"Machine in control!"

Where life aspires,
Signaling fires,
New kickoffs' environs
Might just beget sirens
To follow before one retires

The silence of the tomb
Nonexistent since the womb,
To some might be greeted
By those who have treated
The interim fearless of doom

In treating the opposite sex
There are balances and there are checks
Confrontational acts
Aberrational pacts
Linking to whom each respects

Existing in points of time
Music is naught but mime:
Signaling aural apertures
Arousing carnal temperatures
Evoking reactions sublime

Play at life, souls,
Essaying new roles;
Improvising's not bad
Styles are there to be had
Parts a-fusing to wholes

…Chasing of money…
Now ain't that funny
That one could worship
Entrepreneurship
Beyond just milk and honey

Earth's teeming flowers
Grow to virtual towers
Seeming to a tiny ant
Delectably delicious plant-
Food it soon devours 

Spring ye flowers from the earth
Replacing winter's frigid dearth
Of warmth, and biting sting 
With beauty decorating spring…
– Ah the annual rebirth!

Naught but adventures, life
With peacefulness or strife,
Hardly matters whether
One is free or on a tether
With imagination rife

Life: a lot of decisions
Often to skirt collisions,
With which we're encumbered
Until we're outnumbered,
Thence a reward one envisions

To do that at which 
One finds a niche
Where no one else would
Or possibly could, 
Really scratches an itch

Vanities of Earth
Stirring up mirth
Of existence adopted
Leave souls thus co-opted
To what pleasure's actually worth

Eternal vows of love
Rise to clouds above
Then when they've rolled by
Might cease to apply
To a marital union thereof

The peace of the grave
Is a thing one might crave
When life is unbearable,
But then, what's so terrible?
Existence: ever worthy to save

If there is no God
Then we on Earth just plod
Along the road to our demise,
Heaven mythic in the skies,
Awaiting rest beneath the sod

Optimistic, we define
Our very souls, assign
New heights to climb
Then by the time
We reach the top, to shine

New challenge awaits
Filling our plates
With hopes for success
At which we'll express
A need to further create

As you grow older, do less
Lest life resolves to a mess
Of arduous action
That gains you no traction
For getting to Heaven's address

Re-conceiving souls
To focus on goals,
Auspicious persuasions
Give rise to occasions
That might rake us over the coals

Greet provocations
That stir aggravations
With redefinitions;
Reject admonitions
That poison relations

Where to go, what to do
Hinges now and then on who
You are and where you're at
On the bench or up to bat–
Exhibiting competence hitherto

Hey, it's only life
You live you die, rife
With available parts
To quicken your hearts
Perked up with occasional strife

When life gets you, go out
Buy fruit, foregoing a pout
You'll find that sweetness
Will overcome neatness
Effecting a coming-about

 The essence of Jazz:
Not razzamatazz
But logical melodies
Well-placed harmonies
Accompanying rhythmic pizzazz

Sing jazz, thus hum anywhere
Randomly from-here-to-there
Make it up as you go
So ears never know
The direction until you declare

Singers who performed as if
They might fall off of a cliff
Could be naked to the world
But in the process hurled
 A new and original riff

Your sense of humor defines
Traditions your group enshrines
But as a free spirit
A joke as you hear it
Might appeal to eclectic designs

 Adapting to mortality
Requires a mentality
Of limited vision
Involving collision
With spirituality

Adapt to mortality
Accept the fatality
Of lifetime dimensions
Ensuing ascensions
Or Hot Hospitality…

When all of our lives, at ends
Are lastly deprived of friends,
Our dreams offer hope
We'll slide down a slope
To a pool of what Heaven portends

The future is not what it seemed
Formerly once when it gleamed
But what it was – now
So we can't disavow
Attribution for outcomes redeemed

In your life, Hey
Never work a day
The lifestyle exists;
Of what it consists
Is waiting beyond dismay

Living in the now
Could maybe end in how
Our death is approached
When the subject is broached
Then into "Hereafter" we plow

Sense of long ago
Just won't delete, although
It can be layed over
With present-day clover
To make it appear aglow

Make a bargain with fate
To hold off death, wait
Till life can improve
To a point where you've
Succeeded to interrelate

Going to sleep one night
Not waking up at daylight
Giving in to fondest dreams
Continuing, it somehow seems
Afterlife summons Heaven's delight 

Growing old, moving
To personal grooving,
Things are thus what
One makes them, but
For final reality proving

When I fall asleep
I pray the Lord to keep
New fountains op'ning up
From which to fill my cup
Then into which to leap

Winter with its shorter days
Another quality displays
Which in the longer dark
Triggers paths to then embark
Upon to solve life's murky maze

Take forever to die
'Fore you finally say "Bye-bye"
So you'll cease to exist,
But ever persist
In being immortal thereby

What good is honor
When you're a goner?
– Ranked more than life
Compensations a'rife
In the end a Heavenly spawner

Growing old, call friends
Comparing your ends
To eager beginnings
With energies thinning
Discussing what Heaven portends

Be young once again–
Call up an old friend
Revisiting times
Of life in your primes
Considering which way to wend

The spirit's not done
Cynicism ain't won
Till the body caves in to
Events that have been too
Overwhelming and can't be outrun

Hating reading 'bout it
Rather acting out it
Seemed adventurous
Peril-thirst quencher-ous
To consider the upshot and flout it

Righteous people just might
Pursue their own ends despite
Evidence showing
The seeds that they're sowing
Are also engendering blight

Does it ever occur
That things you thought were
Just might not be
Or at least agree
With those to which you defer

Hope you don't die slowly;
Make a pact with the Holy
Ghost, get the most
Out of life, then boast
"I did it!" to the Heavenly goalie

Place yourself in the realm
Of sure things, at the helm
Of a turbulent vessel
That you can out-wrestle
Then finally overwhelm

Being a dreamer
Can trip up a schemer
Of projects that might
End up as a plight
Producing a screamer

In the life you enjoy
What can you deploy
To more than amuse
That others might use
So as not to destroy

Serving utility
Can inhibit civility
Reducing enjoyment
With the employment
Of perceived hostility

In music, as life
Harmonies rife
Lead to conclusions
Ear-pleasing transfusions
That neutralize strife

Take your chances, make mistakes
Cope with existence; that's what it  takes.
Don't be a pussy
Approaching things wuss-y
Continually applying the brakes

Soothing the savage beast,
Resulting in angst decreased
Music works its charms
Distracting false alarms
Inadvertently released

If we'd only known
The seeds that we'd sown
Would produce a vegetation
Generating degradation
We might have simply flown

The pain of being well-deceived,
By falsehoods once-believed
O'ercome by knowing the truth
Once you're long-in-the-tooth
Is difficult to have achieved

What do you mean there isn't
A God from the dead arisen
Whose rule that is "Golden"
Thus makes us beholden
To management notably His'n?

Who made us what we are now?
Saying "Let there be life!" (Pow!)
A being completed
In due course repeated
Geometrically (Wow!)

Space: Wonder of nothingness
Along with what's there to address;
We call it "nature"
Thus not to debate your
Beginning or end, no less

In God's world, problems are solved
Concerning all who're involved;
But then, who is God?
Is He just a facade
From imaginations evolved?

"What would God do here?"
We say drenched in fear
Of what might happen
If we don't tap in
To our instinctual cheer

 Who then would speak for God
Purveying thoughts that might prod
Spirituality 
Behavioral morality
Everyone giving the nod

Is life just playing,
Merely portraying
Personae in dramas
Written by mamas
To keep us from straying?

What is the name of the game
We play when we claim
To become something other
Than what Dad or Mother
Intended to bring us to fame?

Faith: life's easy way out
Counterbalance to doubt
Especially when
You adhere to the Ten
Commandments steadfastly throughout

Pick out your horse
To run on life's course
Enjoying the riding
Existence providing
Conclusion deprived of remorse

Where there's life there's death
Every time we take a breath
Could be our last
With life's deeds amassed
(Look what happened to Macbeth)

Everything will come
Before you succumb
If you wait long enough
All kinds of stuff
Will pop up, and then some

Improbables rule
If sometimes cruel;
Where dreams abide
Let them be a guide
To ward off seeming a fool

Reality waits
While a dream creates
A fanciful scene
That could intervene
In what existence dictates

Live life, have fun
After all, only one
Might be what you get
So don't place a bet
On what's coming after it's done

If there isn't any God
Don't you find it odd
That roads we're told to miss
Round-the-clock turn up in this
Lifetime begging to be trod

In a lecture expressed
Ideas are addressed
That challenge the mind
And perhaps redefine
Old viewpoints possessed

Music's a tussle
Creating a bustle
Of sounds in collusion
Effecting a fusion
Of ears and minds to rustle

Aspects of snow:
Muffled life – 'tis so…
An event to behold
Mother Earth uncontrolled
Which we all undergo

Drugs just make you more
Of what you were before
 Ingesting a booster
To what you used to
Bottle right up and deplore

Existence is all about fun
And maybe you get only one
A life that's a barrel
So escapades rare'll
Impact when it's all said and done

"What will happen next?"
Is the essence of the text
Of a book well-written
Whose readers are smitten
Not-to-mention being vexed

Mystery novels' deductions
Mirror deconstructions
Therefore educating
Often instigating
Behavioral abductions

Laughing as he danced
Rhythmically entranced
By Satan possessed
Or Divinely blessed
Across the floor he pranced

Titillating kisses
To virginal misses
Stoking passions within
 Frequently begin
Stirring parental hisses

The object of art:
To engender a start
Of thought on a point
Perhaps to anoint
A topic apart

Producing thoughts notable
Not always potable,
Though their liquid is pure
 They might have the allure
To say something quotable

Is it death that we fear
Or do we adhere
To a precious existence
Retaining consistence
Of something that might disappear?

Ideas pass through the mind
Through which we find
New paths to explore
Which heretofore
Hadn't been even defined

Writers can surely be brave
Sometimes indeed misbehave
After all it's only
Scrawling by lonely
Scribblers who verbally rave

Explore, explore
Keep looking for more,
Adventures beckon
That finally reckon
Making them hard to ignore

In the bad times choose
The least there's to lose;
In a new beginning
Anticipate winning
Depending how destiny skews

Living on down the road
Using fortunes bestowed
Avoiding the hurts
One simply converts
To a patently positive mode  

Perceiving "la vie total"
Using the rationale
Of "living the moment"
Gath'ring enjoyment
Can surely deceive the morale

Funny what you recall
Images – that's not all
Sounds, feelings, fears
Some that brought you to tears
Not to mention, appall…

Suicide bombers bargain with death
Somehow assured their next breath
Will lead them off to the "better life"
With multitudinous virgins to wife…
(Someone's been feeding them meth)

Spirits in which you believe
Will one day tug at your sleeve
Whispering to you "Hey
How would you like to go 'way–
All of your troubles thus relieve?"

Forceful words piercing shells
Go direct to our innermost cells
Making us act
By virtue extract
That which within us excels

Use capability
Within feasibility
To rise to occasions
Effecting invasions
That curb incivility 

Once you're dead and gone
Aspire to be moving on
To a life hereafter
With nothing but laughter
Filling each subsequent dawn

Foolish choices we make
Behaviorally mis-take
Haunt us subsequently
(Hope not permanently)
Keeping us ever awake

The American disease,
Our culture decrees:
"Cash equals success"
–Nevertheless…
Contentment wins in a breeze
 
Light at tunnel's end
Better days could portend
Howe'er, illumination
Could signal cessation
Darkness' protection might lend
 
Avoiding creative pursuit:
Just take the mind and dilute
It with politics or money
Smear then with honey
Of "good living" to boot

 When you're the fair-haired boy
For the time-being, enjoy
Playing the part
Assuming that carte
Blanche is yours to employ

Adapt to mortality
Accepting reality:
Ephemeral life
Thus constantly rife
With shots at fatality

Music: not the player
Nor instrumental conveyor
But the idea composed
Then tonally disclosed
By its final soothsayer

Music is the notion
An idea given motion
By one imagination
A harmonious vibration
Melodically a potion

The horizon afar
Might harbor a star
Toward which to dream
Of a life that might seem
No less than bizarre

The body bears scars
Of all the bizarre
Perpetrations amassed
With judgements surpassed
By foolishness du voir

If there ain't no God
Don't you find it odd
That so many people
Meeting under a steeple
By simple ideas are awed?

If you pray and don't get,
Does disgruntlement let
You slide into blaming
God and disclaiming
Belief out of bitter regret?

Get used to the concept
Of dying, accept
The idea of going
One way or t'other, owing
To commandments you've kept

 When you were the golden
Youth and beholden
To circumstances
Making advances…
Did that your chutzpah embolden?

 Looking up from the roof
Is attesting to proof…
Higher powers' precisions
Keep spatial collisions
From an astronomical goof
Politically squabbling

Religiously wobbling
Backwards and forth
Finds nothing is worth 
A friendship's hobbling

So-and-so's sex life
By vindictive ex-wife
Gets into private affairs,
Elicits callous glares
Over humdrum marital strife

In your constant mind
All your life you'll find
Will come rushing back
Your saneness attack
Unless to oblivion consigned

Imagination pursues
Anomalous views
Curbed by rigidity
But needing fluidity
Perhaps to old ways disabuse

Limit the mind?
Fuggetaboutit, you'll find
Imagination spurts out
Then goes its own route,
Leaving logic behind

Just being curious
Out-ing the spurious
Could be the salvation
Effecting deflation
Of thinking injurious

Sip by sip by sip
At a continuous clip
Is drinking all wrong
Its effects prolong.
No! Knock it back; Zip!

What immorality
Skirts illegality?
O'erpricing, o'ereating
Too many kids, wife beating?
Ah! The new criminality…

Morality exists,
And in fact insists
We capitalists pay
Attention, display
Conscientious assists

Collusive "Price-fixing"
Competitive nixing
Just isn't fair
So buyer beware
And do some deep-sixing

Wrong about sports:
When a culture exhorts
Winning o'er playing
Involvement thus fraying
As interest it thwarts

The top is ascendable
Barriers transcendable
Be not afraid
Of not getting paid
Or becoming expendable

If you're a poet, 
Eventually you'll know it
Messages' rhythms & rhymes
Will emerge just like chimes
You'll find it hard to forego it

In case you forgot,
Writing is naught
But slowing down thinking
To tempos of inking
Accordingly creating thought

From a viewpoint
Making a new point
The writer decides
As perspective collides
With what or what not to anoint

Burning the tree in the yard
Christmas cadaver thusly charred
Yet mem'ries remain
Of the joy we attain
With spirits that can't be marred

Where I am, I stay
Not wishing to go away
Yet in my mind dream
Of trips that might seem
To wanderlusts allay

The fountains of youth
(Told the honest truth):
Tunes, exercise, attitude
With plenty of latitude–
As one grows long in the tooth

Bikers, like birds
Travel in herds
Fly, hang out, sing;
With mettlesome attitudes bring
Rumbles insistently heard

Where goeth the time?
We think, hear the chime
Wasted minutes amassing
Clocks noting the passing
Of life going by in its prime

Life flew by so fast
Before we had amassed
The fortune we yearned for
Thought we had earned 'fore
Our allotted minutes had passed

Days that could have been seized
Became opportunities teased
Into careers
By some financiers
Avariciously then, appeased

Wherefore goeth the time
Hear the clock on the mantle chime
Looking back it passed so fast
Disregarding what one has amassed
Trudging on destiny's climb

The world will accept
People seeming adept
When what's presented
Comes un-repented
Until it's discovered inept

 Go with the flow
Of what seems apropos
Fake it until
You cannot fulfill
The level above a plateau

 In a lifetime full of fun
You were only one
In a place and time
That after years I'm
Still trying to outrun

A tidbit quotable
Intellectually potable
Quenching artistic thirst
From a creative mind burst
Will, you'll agree, be notable

What's the objective of Arts?
How about firing of darts
Into puffed up balloons
Introduced by buffoons
Living by blanching their cartes

It isn't death that we fear
But the losing of "here"
And a "now" that we know
On a trip that might go
To an undocumentable sphere

When existence begins to fade,
Our debts all having been paid
No matter what life we live
At a point we have to forgive
Ourselves for the blunders we made

Innovations chase
Through the mind to displace
Valueless musing
In the process excusing
Dumping of wasted space

Have a little this
And a little that, kiss
The light fantastic
Avoiding being drastic
(Life's cafeteri-al bliss)

Harking back to yesterday
One might foolishly say
"I'm still pursuing old dreams
Retaining permanent gleams."
–Keeping tomorrow away

You have to do it I guess
Go right up and address
The Heavenly gates
Where St. Peter awaits
Confirming what we profess

Is what you're wishing for
Going to be a guarantor
Of patent satisfaction
Or merely get you traction
Thusly wanting something more?

Living in-the-moment
Is likely to foment
Snappy decisions
Ending up in collisions
Where you never-to-go meant

Odd what we remember
Called forth by September–
Songs, images, feelings
That sometimes leave us reeling
Stirring up old embers

Suicide bomber bargains with death
Hoping in vain that his last breath
Will signal radical
Even fanatical
Change in the spirit of Macbeth

A spirit exists
Right here in our midst
Connecting us all
Some may even call
God, with a "glorious" twist

Believe in the spirit
Feel it, see it, hear it,
Then lo and behold
You'll e'er be consoled
Providence'll engineer it

A million years old
Earth, from a mold
Perfected by God
Has us all awed
At what's yet to unfold

From a ball of clay
Man was formed one day;
The Creator, goes the tale
Who'd made Earth, said "Today'll
Get a Biblical myth underway."

There is no shell
In which one can dwell
Forceful words can't pierce
With a point that is fierce,
Pungently casting their spell

Your capabilities
Become liabilities
Losing their juice
When not put to use
(Explore possibilities)

When you're dead, gone
Another trip embarked upon…
Where to then? Up? Down?
Sideways? Or back around
For a brand new dawn

"God's Law" – Hmm… Okay,
Surely we ought to obey
But if you believe
There's no God to perceive
Then What? Disarray?

When we finally go toward
Our final reward,
Do we think "post-existence"
With stubborn persistence,
Or skeptically nix The Lord

Ah, the concept of dying
To that ultimate life a-flying
If it's true there's a Heaven
My soul will thus leaven
Like bread go upward a-skying

There are no ledges
Imagination's sledges
Can't travel o'er
Encount'ring yet more
As it pushes to its edges

Contemplate whatever
Adventurous endeavor…
Tally what it's worth
Or what it might unearth
Heeding bonds that it might sever

Civilization beckons change!
Predictable damage seen downrange!
So now while time may yet remain
Figure precisely what to constrain
Thus hazardous futures rearrange

Rootless music takes a trip
Roving along at its own clip
Ignoring convention
To favor invention
Of paths a little more hip

The world of erotic fancy
Might be a little bit chancy
If actions result
That could likely insult
Instead of connoting romance-y

If you're dreaming of light
Indicating you might
Soon reach the end of the tunnel,
Think of what uplifting fun'll
Be had when you finally take flight

When you're the fair-haired boy
With lifetime purposes to deploy
Avoid wasting time on grunt work
Getting up early, confront work!
All your aptitudes thereby employ

Rootless tunes that
Go aloft like balloons
To the ear of the hearer
Might sound even queerer
Than aural cartoons

Some music's traveling
Sounds more like gaveling
To the untrained mind
But hark! You might find
Enjoyment in rhythmic unraveling

The best of existence
Unrelated to distance
Happens inside the mind
So with your insistence
Plus a grain of persistence
A rapture you'll finally find

Music just is
Not a hers or a his
Whether sung or played
Tone or rhythm portrayed
Bound to elicit "Gee whiz!"

Music's not in the horn,
Or on a sheet which notes adorn
But the tune, the idea,
A sonic panacea
Relieves a craving forlorn

Music's a notion played out
A harmonic shout
From prelude to closer
Direct by composer's
Uniquely circuitous route

Find your ideal
Then drop your keel
Raise your sail;
Using winds that prevail
Embark on a life for real

Our psyches bear the scars
Of behavioral abattoirs
Where we've slaughtered propriety
Produced notoriety
Out of decisions bizarre

Telling tales out of school:
Quite a devastating tool
For ruining relations
With verbal detonations
Turning confidante to fool

Blundering on
In ignorance might spawn
Catastrophic consequences
For which one lacks defenses
With all benefits foregone

"God's Law" non-existing…
No point in resisting
Temptation, alas
Might-as-well amass
A full sinful listing

The concept of dying:
Our notion of flying
Off to Heaven or, lo…
To that place apropos
Where one ends up frying

Could death bring "Encore!"
Appearance for more
Of living on Earth
Yet with a dearth…
Or abundance galore?

As the golden boy
Did you enjoy
Seizing the day
Shouting "Hurray!"
Or did you fail to deploy

Sex life of the stars:
Their affairs, not ours
Nor our own mistakes,
To gossip media makes
Grist for newsy bazaars

Imagination has no edge
Beyond which to allege
You might have to mop up
Whatever may crop up
Once you step off the ledge

Contemplate what's worth
Doing to the Earth
Before attempting
Ergo preempting
Cosmos' natural rebirth

Available tools
Might just be the jewels
That could alter approaches
Once someone broaches
Amendments of rules

Let's all be as one
Contemplating what's done
To Earth together
Effectively tethering
Spirits away from the gun

Beckoning change
A world to rearrange
Time's growing short
So let us comport
For survival downrange

See things as they are
No matter how bizarre
Replace with aspirations
Yet more better situations
Even pipe-dreams from afar

When the world is wrong
Best just go along
But attempt in one's way
A prudent essay
Of sensible change for the throng
 
Write your book at life's end
So those you advise can thus wend
Their way to better
Not having to fetter
Their lives with excessive dead ends
 
Ev'rything done wrong
Will haunt you ere long
So best not to dwell on
The things that befell on you
Lest life's mis'ries prolong

Multiple realms has our God
So we shouldn't be finding it odd
That He'd be distracted
By conduct enacted
Divine-ly with rodomontade

Time is e'er progress
Or doomed to regress
Standing still's not a choice
And for that we rejoice
Giving us time to assess

Any philosophy
Just like eternity
Only travels so far
So if theories you're thinking
Are suddenly shrinking
Take refuge in the bizarre

Slow down readers' thinking
To the speed of your inking.
That's all writing is
Gee whiz!
From what were you shrinking?

The writer decides
What to show or to hide
From the perspective
Of what is effective
And that to the reader confides

The perfect existence:
Keeping one's distance
Having the fun
Without even one
Tiny grain of of resistance

Providing wisdom acquired
Might just get you admired
Hopef'lly by those
Whose lives you'd transpose
Into alternate action-inspired

Place yourself at the helm
Steering life to the realm
Of sure-things to come
Sinful places far from,
Satan thus overwhelm

By the life you led
What word did you spread
That others might use
In effect transfuse
To their journey ahead?

In music as in text
One thing leads to the next
Ending up in a song
Which might then belong
To a novel idea thus flexed

"Charming the savage beast"
Is a musical merit at least
As what is within us
That might have been us
Could be lured by an aural feast

Promotions conceived
To get dough might be weaved
Into knowledge of actual truth:
 A supreme advantage, forsooth!
By which we might be deceived

Compromise, no less
A lucre of rogues who profess
To do anything agreeable
Just short of foreseeable
A current snag to address
 
Ah! "The meaning-of-life"
Devoid of all strife…
A peaceful existence
With a little assistance
Bequeathing benefits rife

Go, have a whole lotta fun
In life you get only one
Chance to make whoopee
And spend ev'ry rupee
Before it's over and done
 
Survive as long as you can
Life's an open-air sedan
Not a limo or coupe
Requiring a stoop
To enter before you began

Having played the fool
Pretending to be ever so cool
I've often been that
Ever being the brat
Who impersonated a mule

When you reach the stage
Not only that but the age
Where no one will take
Rare words you have spake
Then it's time for turning the page

Been there done that?
Put on a new hat
A new life awaits
Where perils equate
With anything yet begat

God creates souls
Filling up holes
In the spirits of us
A concomitant plus
To assist in our mortal roles

When finally you view
Naught but defects anew
And life has worn out
Then the new goal's about
A heavenly slot to pursue

Life is an ice cream cone
You somehow enjoy all alone
Amid circumstances
When given the chances
Of greater heights to have flown

Someone convinced that he's right
Off on a singular flight
Of fancy is easy
To label as cheesy
With opinions measurably slight

Human life is a spree
To a viable degree
Accomplishing much
Experiencing such
As one is able to be

Survivors know the tricks
Of what and when to affix
Things that cling fast
Making life last
Longer e're crossing The Styx

Survivors have learned
As life's wheels turned
Secrets of making life last
By simply not living so fast
And bridges crossed but not burned

Musical heights explored
Seeking that mystery chord
Never look back
Unless to attack
A listener's ear getting bored

Sentence a social offender
To a job that would render
The common good better,
Change community debtor
From jailbird into hand-lender

Complacency hurts
Good progress subverts,
So look ahead now
To figure out how
To justly get better desserts

Pretentious beliefs
Lead to personal griefs
Supporting false hopes,
Sliding down slopes
With nary a speck of relief

Do what you can
Make it your plan.
With ambitions attained
Use methods explained
To justify where you began

Attempt what you might
The future's e'er bright
So go be audacious
The world is so spacious
Hist'ry you'd even rewrite

Music goes wherever
You might otherwise never…
A venturesome trip,
Your emotions unzip
With rhythms incomp'rably clever

People love to be squirted
Sprinkled with dew, as it were
The spritzer can be a he or a she,
And the victim a him or a her.
(Go buy a squirt-gun)

Life's end reared up, surged
Bad memories finally purged
Looked then ahead
Devoided of dread
Anticipating the dirge

Bridges conclusively burned
No stones left unturned
One fin'lly looks forward
To harbors then shore-ward
With recompense previously earned

Death raps hard at the door
Sez "What have you done before?"
You answer "Here, read it
You'll surely concede it's
Performance you cannot deplore."

What you bequeath to perceive
When lo you finally leave
This world to itself
Devoid of your help
Will, hopefully, problems relieve

To live in dreamland for good:
A perfect existence which would
Be an achievement
Foregoing bereavement
By those who imagine they could

Given ubiquitous choice
Of methods of dying we'd voice
Concerted opinion
Unifying dominion
O'er the how and the where to rejoice

Talent survives demise
Nothing ever dies
But goes on to another
Sister or brother
Or eagerly welcoming eyes

Don't fear exploring
To unknown heights soaring
Encourage your thinking
To go without shrinking
To places folks are deploring

Remove the influence of money;
Government runs smooth as honey
Replacing the lobbyists
With lawmaking hobbyists
Making things go much more sunny

Things couldn't be better for some
While others live "on the bum"
The ones who have got it
Must be made to allot it
To programs aimed at the slum

Making friends with the bugs
Even the ones in your rugs
Will stand you in good stead
Cause finally when you're dead
They embrace you with voracious hugs

Would that we all could be
Loved to the utmost degree
As someone's favorite
With whom they'd commit
To a bonded lifetime spree

Best times that are traded
For lives a little bit jaded
Take chances on fates
Attracting some traits
That could possibly leave you degraded
 
Running away from the past
Freeing one's spirit at last
From bonds outdated
Or pleasures out-sated,
Brings on the future real fast

Telling a tale about you
Revealing something anew
Confessing a sin
Or professing a spin
Can spawn a new life to pursue

Cyber-famous exponents
Can generate opponents
Of rapid expansions
To fantastic mansions
Constructed of phony components

Ideas are contagious;
Distinctly courageous
But carefully nursed
Can satisfy thirst
That once was considered outrageous

Given a public forum
To then address a quorum
Of powerful reps
One can go through the steps
Of changing the laws with decorum

Occasions for doing
Trump those for boo-hoo-ing
So get up and act
And therefore impact
A meaningful life worth pursuing

In an oddball way
We chase "meaning" today
To do something more
Than just keeping score
Thus a relevant life to essay

Enjoy what you've got
Forget what you've not
Go for the feasible
Ignoring the teas-able
Goals that might get you caught

Do what you can
With projects began
When you had the smarts
With sensible starts
To come up with a plan

Even life's dregs
Have fertilized eggs
That'll hatch with gusto
Even if you must, oh…
March on last legs

When it's time, move on
Ere opportunity's gone;
Another life awaits
In which the fates
Are yet un-foregone

Searching for relevance
As with mem'ry of elephants:
An affair of recall
As to what might enthrall
Destiny's lasting implants

When warrior mind-frames
Trump art-defined games
Life's a lot rougher
The world will thus suffer
In who the axe-to-grind maims

The myth of enjoyment
Trumps the employment
Of tools for the trade
With plans that are made
For future deployment

Storms naught but drops of rain
Racing down a window pane
Inconsequential, yet
Collecting, make soil wet,
Thus edible vegetable life sustain

Wending into dreamland's scape
Observing fantasies agape
We sleep all agog
Yet determined to slog
Our way to uninjured escape

We store our thoughts lately
Electronically, greatly
Clearing the brain
Sanity maintain,
For behaving sedately

If you're "full-figured" i.e., fat
Check a mirror, regard where you're at
See yourself as others do
Then on viewing so, you
Can change, or leave it at that

We did what we chose
From alternatives posed
Ignoring the rest
We might have addressed
In a life predisposed

No religion yet affirms
God in geometric terms
Existing without border
Within Divine order
Which devoted faith confirms

Don't spend your years
Assessing life's fears;
Just go face them
Aim to replace them
In newly summoned spheres

Go be somebody—Who?
Yourself, a genius anew
Gaining pleasure therefrom
Till you finally succumb
In doing whatever you do

Pretend you're God (As if)
An improvising riff
Converse with your soul
Exploring your goal
Ere impulsively climbing a cliff

Whence your sense of adventure
That thirst-for-danger quencher?
Did you act the part of the waif
Always having to play it safe
Or into the unknown venture?

When it's raining cats and dogs
Suitable only for frogs
Intensity rules
Stay in with your jewels
Of wisdom writ 'specially for blogs

In your dreams
It often seems
Personae playing parts
Frequently imparts
Admonitory themes

Tears on the pillow
Undo the billow
Providing repose
Away from the lows
Of a dreamily weeping willow

The very soul
Playing the role
Of someone rejected
Is still respected–
Thus a performer in droll

As we age from a distance
Beauty retains consistence
In memories of those
Where the spark still glows
In sentimental persistence

The body seeks ending
To Heaven ascending
But the fun of the mind
Won't be left behind
With endeavors still pending

Comes a time in life
That cuts like a knife
Whether "In" or "Out"
Could cause one to shout
Or revert to strife

"In" can surely mean
Being a king or a queen
But with trouble or fame
"Out" can mean the same
With knowledge to glean

Fame lies just beyond dreams
Tangible often it seems
But be careful chasing them
You might be facing them
In a hoodwinking mirror of schemes

 What's wrong with sports
That enjoyment distorts:
Winning over playing
Betting and paying
Sportsmanship thwarts

So-called death ends here
But then as you might fear
There's an afterlife which
Could be a real switch
Depending on how you steer

Been there, done that
Got the T-shirt, or the hat
Showing the world I've been
Playin' the game wherein
It counts where you go to bat

If you're without regret
Never been upset
You ain't been trying
Perhaps been shying
Away from adventure, I'll bet

Money, fame, satisfaction?
Selection is only a fraction
But how you perform
Will surely inform
Assuming you get any traction

Life is a song that we sing
A cadence to which we might cling
Not always melodious
At times even odious
But out of it happiness wring

The world must be run as a cell
Of a larger universe, well,
If we don't get it right
Just continue to fight
Then ev'rything's goin' to hell

Death, come as a surprise
Not in infirmity's guise
Just drop in sometime
When I'm writing a rhyme
Or a gadget about to devise

Life is a precious gift
From its sands we sift
Pleasures derived
From efforts contrived
To keep us from going adrift

Existence can become
Life on the edge for some
Those deep inner voices
Suggesting more choices
On various depths to plumb

 Heaven won't be so bad–
Consider the life you've had:
Struggling on earth
Gathering net worth,
So close your eyes and be glad

Do a lot of dope
Put your life on grope
If that's what you desire
Jump right into the fire
But don't kvetch 'bout lost hope

Who are your pals
And their rationales
Determine direction
That friendly connection
Persuading down lifetime canals

Ask a politician
To commit to a position;
Like questioning a whore
'Bout where she was before
Just confuses one's cognition

In the morning dawn
'Mid a waking yawn
Ghosts come out to haunt
Revealed there to confront
Till suppressed, then gone

Life makes us so blasé
Immune to our own decay:
Calamities occur—
We recall we were
Savoring the raw display

Pierced clean through
With what we chose to do
Stilettos of regret
Haunt us even yet—
Delicious guilty memories anew

If everything acquired
Is all that you desired
Remorse from how 'twas done
Might just then be outrun
Unless in guilt you're mired

Bless'd are the curious
Exposing the spurious
By finding a way
Without having to pray
May their fates be luxurious

Chase that dream
Until it would seem
You're losing ground
Or even have found
Another agleam

 After your bridges are burned
You'll still have time to have turned
Adventures to books
Exposing the crooks
Whose acrimony you've earned

 Do as much as you might
If you're given the right
To explore the frontiers
Of untraveled spheres
Enkindling delight

 Some lives limp through a fate
Encumbered by freight
Loaded on them by preachers
Then shored up by teachers
Whose matching agendas dictate

Don't be haunted by the past
Miscalculations there amassed
But determine to live on
After all of that is gone
And surely cannot be recast

After past misfires
Crashing of your flyers
Still, hope to win
With upraised chin
To the future conspire

When you've been around the block
Accustomed to the shock
Of living on the edge
It might be time to pledge
Latent talents to unlock

If traditional ways
Result in dismays
You might go it alone
That is if you're prone
To indulge in new frays

Enjoy the Autumn air
With leaves a-falling there
Winter in the wings
Bringing on the Spring
To which the Summer's heir

Some of us are made of schemes
Naught but fantasy it seems
But then, if no romantics
A world without our antics
Would be destitute of dreams

Mystic considers a thought
Which to attention brought
Might just be of use
A world then induce
To alter directions sought

When seen from afar
We unequivocally are;
What transpires after that
With more of us begat
Gonna happen "way out thar"

Ways to compete abound
With winner's laurels crowned:
Be bigger, faster, more, less,
Learning to deal with the stress
Or a concept newly found

Work if you want to win
'S the way it's always been
If you just want to play though
Hey, that's okay, bro
Then it's knowing where to begin

Unwritten agreements
Cast in the moments
With silent consent…
Ethics there went:
To inventive endowments

In Cyberspace
We leave a trace
Of what we are here
That might show a fear
Of Earthly disgrace

In playing a tune
No ear is immune
To music's emotions
Melodic potions
Engender swoons

Music is thought
Transmitted, brought
To the listener's mind
Purely designed
For emotions thus wrought

Melodies explore
Intending to score
Goals in cerebrums
Evoking esprit from 
That which one can't ignore

Melody's a start
A life with a heart
Then rhythmic views,
Matching impromptus
Thus tunes to impart

Music is a hike
Choosing what you like
A wand'ring in the woods
Cherrypicking goods,
A euphonistic strike

Whither goeth the time?
Dwindling days sublime
It flew so damn fast
Augmenting the past
Melting away in its prime

Slip and fall in your sleep
From injury trying to keep
However it's seeming,
Remember, you're dreaming
So get back to counting the sheep

Old contemplations
Are new ruminations
Deserving attention
Possibly mention
Before cancellation

When I die burn me up
Then my ashes urn me up
Except for a few
To then bienvenue
Thru an hourglass turn me up

Appraised as you are
When seen from afar
What you represent
Could elicit consent
To do something bizarre

What you are surely  is;
Pretending to be a whiz
At what you are not
Will get you caught
Embarrassed at failing a quiz

Winners arriving last
At death's door finally cast:
Not just the strongest
But who lived the longest
Accruing a mem'rable past

Living the life you did
Gets you a death amid
Poetic justices
Justly robust as is
Suitable quo pro quid

Going along with the flow
Keeps you e'er on the go
Even when faking
You're still making
Progress, don't you know

Home is a work of art
You create by taking part
Living life there
Operating from where
You eventually depart

She who might be a dame
In the ladylike parlor game
In the bedroom just might
Present a new light
Once you've ignited her flame

Dip your unsparing pen
Into life's inkwells, then
With histories recounted
Of hurdles surmounted
Omissions won't happen again

Do not become resigned
To otherly defined
Definitions of you
As somebody who
An exuberant life declined

Death peeks 'round a corner
Indeed a spectral warner
Lurking, darting off
At which you first scoff
But later end up a mourner

If you chase worn-out dreams
Running ragged it seems
The uncatchable wraith
Might just weaken your faith
In achievable schemes  

The past lives on and on
Arising, whereupon
We face the now
Confronted with how
To address what might soon be gone

Always seeking to be
Has benefits, you see
Forever there's hope
Including a scope
Of possible perils to flee

Heaven won't be so bad
Compared to a life you've had
Struggling on Earth
Storing net worth;
So on arriving, be glad

Understanding dying
You won't get denying
That Heaven exists
When religion insists
Holy angels are flying

That for which you yearn
That makes your neurons churn
Is it just an idle whim
Or would you go out on a limb
Thus established bridges burn?

Think poetically
i.e., esthetically
Greet views that might
Throw a different light
Than arithmetically

Life looms ahead
Beyond daily bread
No time to wallow,
 Highways to follow
Get up and get out the lead

Music is naught but a toy
To amuse ev'ry girl and boy
Devised by the gifted
Whose spirits are lifted
Beyond a verbalized joy

Thinking up ideas:
Not always panacea's
But writing them down
Might gain one renown
Beyond verbal diarrheas

With what we now know
New currents could show
Some plausible frameworks
Where cure-alls might lurk
If we just go with the flow

From unique perspective
A writer's invective
With magnification
Of a bad situation
Might just prove corrective

To enjoy one's existence
Beyond mere subsistence
Do something you love
To then be proud of
At Kismet's insistence


Life passes through us
Doing things to us
Then traveling on
To another, beyond
Never knowing it knew us

Lonely souls
Pass through Earthen holes
Which then enlighten
Outlooks that brighten
Upcoming roles

Beliefs pass through
Times and places anew
Embraced for the nonce
As intellectual taunts…
Then bid us a mocking adieu

If all you really want is stuff
You may already have enough
But deserving even more
It's distressing not to score
Thus untold riches to rebuff

Are you acquainted with The Spirit?
Trumpet blowing, can you hear it?
Do you seek The Better Way?
Show improvement every day?
Do your very best or near it?

Our notion of Divinity
A super-human entity
To Whom we'll account
When our lives we recount
Makes for relative serenity

Death is gonna come
To all, not just to some
So live your life as though
Any time you're gonna go
Explain "where-you're-comin'-from"

On leaving this existence
If you exercise persistence,
Go  on to something better
Worldly duties thus un-fetter
(Appreciate the distance)

Imagination told me, said
"Good things lie ahead…"
"Rainy days bring rainbows,
Pots of gold" the myth goes
(By such folderol we're led)

Two of us exist
Of which our lives consist
One in reality
Another in fantasy
Neither to be missed

If dreams just won't come true
That's assuredly no reason to
Up and abandon having them
Nor personal holy grails condemn
Fantasize away, thus life construe

In high School and College
We're searching for knowledge
Destined for greatness to come
Once we become an alum
Leaping off the informative edge

Setbacks come and go,
Life drifts to and fro
Nothing is ending
Its futures are pending
So learn to go with the flow

As long as you matter
You're an up-to-batter
Take a swing at a pitch
Finding a niche
Served up on a silver platter

Breath on a pane of glass
Clouds the vision, alas
But when you turn away
Clearer prospects may
Reveal a cleared impasse

Why be depressed
With a life that's assessed
As a virtual dead end?
Just look up and wend
Your way to better addressed

Behold the drama of life
With theatrical artifice rife:
Comedy tragedy farce
Satire that can parse
Slicing thru sham like a knife

Advertisers can bray
Whatever they want to say
Flood media with cash
Thus making a splash
To buyers, voters, their prey…

We're ever enticed
Even given advice
See this, don't miss that!
Hear celebrities chat!
Pushing their project the price

Politicians say; we hear
Just what they want us to fear
Getting elected's
A system perfected
To "serve us" year after year

Democracy, suicidal
Suffused with pride'll
Poison itself with dough
In the annals of humanhood go
The way of all cash, an idol

Attend to what is
And you'll say "Gee whiz,
It's not what it seemed–
What I formerly dreamed
Was really none of my biz!"

Life is all about fun
Not what is lost or won,
Play it right and you'll see
What's available's free
Once a quest has begun

The "Update" scheme
Modernizes your dream
But pushes your system
To points, if you missed 'em
Requiring more spending downstream  

If you're a writer,
You don't need an all-nighter
The idea's to write a lot
'Cause all of what you scribble's not
Gonna make the world any righter

To your teeth be kinder
Run your food through a grinder
Then you won't have to chew
What goes down'll be goo
An infancy reminder

We choose our occupations
To suit our situations;
The limits of one's makeup
Lending easily to wake up
In the wrong vocations

Turn what's new into cash 
Exploiting in a flash
Doing it; there's fun
When fin'lly it's done
Without incurring a crash

Life passes through us
Contrives to construe us
Melodics harmonious
But could be erroneous
In what it does TO us

Songs are really dreams
Reminding us what seems
Is not always what
Hoity-toities rebut
Nonetheless in speaking reams

What could have happened to God?
Lately our outlook is odd.
Has He forsaken us
Or maybe mistaken us
For those giving Satan the nod?

Seeing God as an entity
Gives Him thus, identity;
Now really, how could
 We have misunderstood,
What we on earth say we see

A Holy Spirit exists
And of what it consists
Is fathomed by those
Whose creativeness goes
To glimmers of mood in our midst

React like a fox
Think outside the box
Artistic connivance
Might seem a contrivance
But jumps o'er the stumbling blocks

Bad dreams pursue us
Might even unglue us
From living a life that's
Free of all strife that's
Therefore devised to undo us

Greet the morning gladly
Approach the day quite madly
Respite from your night dreams
Consciousness that bright seems
Averse to starting badly

Life is but a toy
Meant to give one joy;
Avoiding being serious
With a mindframe delirious
Might just be the ploy

Life's a comic cartoon
With machinations strewn
To lead one anywhere
On escapades perchance a dare
To undertake real soon

Thinkers think, actors act
Writers by their words attract
Readers who burn
Impressions, thus earn
Interest and therefore impact

Claw to the pinnacle
Without being cynical
Reap the reward
Knowing you've soared
Over matters more clinical

Enough with the kvetching
Predicaments stretching
To Lifetime adventures
Becoming indentures
Hysteria fetching!

Slowing down our thinking
To the speed of inking
In the television age
Making people see a page
Is an institution shrinking

From his or her perspective
A writer is selective
In what the reader sees
Thus in print decrees
The elements effective

In writing poetry elegant
One tries to say something relevant
That anyone could ponder
Perhaps even wonder
Sans the mem'ry of an elephant

To write something useful is trying
You have to think deeper than sighing
Go into meanings
Rhetorical leanings
Of which there is then no denying

How can writing change
Our lives which seem so strange
Approaching convictions
With novel depictions
Of what to rearrange

A mere five lines of verse
Can often appear as a curse
Needing rhyming, by Jove
At least to have strove
Not to present something worse

Look around, you'll find
Things that tickle your mind
Exciting your thinking
Set your eyes blinking
Perhaps your tensions unwind

The juxtaposition of lives
Very often contrives
Despite our awareness
Or devil-may-careness
To reflect from where it derives

We grow to like what we see
When our outlooks are free
But background conditions
May offer renditions
Of life as it really could be

Contemplating the news
Of how it is here eschews
Other places on Earth
Where a life isn't worth
The paltry wealth it accrues

Many pursue only money
But don't you find it funny
That once they get it
They often regret it
Wishing back for a life more sunny

You do the best you can
At what opportunities pan
Ignoring the others
That may be your druthers
But don't fit in with your plan

Life is a tree you might climb
While you're still in your prime
But when you grow old
You find you're less bold
Unwilling to race against time

Doors will open and close
But sometimes there are those
Whose locks might restrict
Yet oft can be picked
By those who might just suppose

Looking up at the ceiling
Your mind can oft go a-reeling
But check out the floor
Maybe find you'll explore
A reality much more appealing

Your behavior is likely affected
By people to whom you're connected
What they do how they think
Might e'en drive you to drink
Or induce you to be self-directed

A night that is spent begetting
Might later lead to regretting
For what is produced
By the passion unloosed
 Eventually becomes indebting

What you gain with an attitude
Might give you instant latitude
But what comes with respect
Could help you connect
To those expressing gratitude

The sand of life you're sieving
You go through just by living
So attempt at progressing
Beyond mere obsessing
On taking instead of giving

Ideas ill-begotten
End in wars that are fought in;
Promote or prevent them
Admire or resent them
One is simply caught in

Philosophies sometimes taught
To classes where one is caught
Promote some beliefs
Leading only to griefs
O'er viewpoints containing naught

Regimes that are brutal
Teach philosophies futile;
Encountering resistance
They keep their distance
While conspiring to mute all

Computers have ended the doodle:
Drawing what's in your noodle.
Now we just click on
An icon to pick on
Evoking a kit and caboodle

Memories often trigger
Scenes that now to the digger
Dredged up from the past
Are frequently cast
With characters seemingly bigger

Approach your life with vigor
'Specially in times that need rigor
For you never can know
What may come or go
At which you mistakenly snigger

You would think the computer
Might render the world more neuter
But the powers that be
Control what you see
Becoming a thought roto-rooter

Guns are stronger than logic
In the hands of those demagogic
You do what they say
Or they put you away
Where you simply become geologic

Killing those who don't believe
Ends their chances to conceive
Converts to the faith
Leaving but a wraith
Then to haunt along with grieve

All people can agree
Only one "God" can be
Faith, not religion
Is enough of a smidgen
To bring you a Heavenly See

Faith professing's
Not always a blessing
Incurring the wrath
On crossing the path
Of whose beliefs are obsessing

Conversion by The Sword
Versus that by The Word
Demands opposition
By those in position
To recognize the absurd

Until we believe
We are all naive
In the ways of faith
Subject to who saith
What a mind can conceive

When there's a terrible racket
Without a way to attack it
If you close up your mind
To that aspect, you'll find
The ambiance will just lack it

Creating a first impression
Is really a form of aggression
Presenting a picture
Will sometimes restrict your
Natural use of discretion

In your own ethnicity
Strive for authenticity
You'll find being real
Will approach your ideal
Of existential simplicity

Philosophical thought
Is often what's naught
But simply exploring
Until you are snoring (!)
Theories that others have taught

Psychologic analysis
Foregoes paralysis
But dredges up images
Of burned-up bridges
Instead of a mental dialysis

Harmonies yearn to be heard
In music as well as the word
Tones go together
No matter whether
They're oral or aurally stirred

Touch a piano you'll find
An idea will come to mind
One that is tonal
Not monoclonal
Characteristically blind

Life's music has many keys
Floating along on its breeze
Spread out your wings
Hear an opera it sings
Of which direction to seize

Much of what we do is waste
Due to paucity of taste
But we're lucky to be able
To sit down at a table
Where choices can be faced

Life has finalities
We accept as realities
As practical beings
We can not avoid seeing
Our personal vitalities

I have a young brother named Charles
The subject of family quarrels
Who despite our reactions
Picked up his own tractions
And ended up getting the laurels

Surely, when seeking advice
One ought to pay a price
For you've got to agree
That nothing comes free
Worth something, to be concise

Scraps of this or that
May decorate a hat
Showing the wearer
To be a carer
For a cause to combat

Career politicians
Reflect their ambitions
To stay on the dole
By embracing a goal
Of harmless positions

Barbarians shock us
By trying to knock us
Back to where
We came from ere
They tried to block us

 What we see on TV
Seems entirely to be
A story told which
Is just part of a pitch
Or maybe a spin for a fee

Too many kids
Often forbids
One's own development
Or the equivalent
Of quo pro quids

Economics are such
Stores are way out of touch
There's nothing so fine
You can't order online
And not have to pay quite as much

Exploding population
Of ev'ry living nation
Supporting every baby
Haplessly could maybe
Lead us to starvation

Living to some is a stretch
Which daily becomes a kvetch
A static complaining
Down in dumps remaining
When all they need do is go fetch

Changing your ethnicity
Effecting a duplicity
Becoming something other
Than your dad or mother
Blunts your authenticity

Oh the annoyance of noise!
One could say it destroys
Human tranquility
With its cursed ability
To over-ride silence's joys

Hard surfaces abound
Layered over the ground
Rejecting the rain
Effecting a drain
Where flowers used to be found

We used to store our notions
In dreamed-about devotions
But being practical
Decided on tactical
Money-making promotions

On the field as brutes
Players run their routes
But at home divest
Of violence lest
Tranquility one pollutes

There has to be work at all levels
Or those who would do it might revel
In illegal actions
Showing protractions
Of lifestyles gone to the devil

Get up on a bike
Or go out, take a hike
There's nothing like action
To effect a subtraction
Of all the things you don't like

With musical ability
You acquire the agility
Of improvisation
By instant creation
Of a kind of nobility

Nothing like taking a nap
Refreshing your mind in a snap
Introducing new thought
That may even be fraught
With inspirational scrap

Keep your mind in a smile
You'll find that after awhile
Your outlook will jingle
With thoughts that can tingle,
Conceivably even beguile

It's never too late
To alter your fate
Changing directions
To pleasant confections
You might even create

There have to be jobs at all levels
For a society to work
Otherwise people will revel
In places to shirk
Roles they dismiss with a smirk

How many times have you tried
To make sense without taking a side
Arguing logic
Against demagogic
Yet found yourself caught in the tide

Leavin' stuff behind
Put it out of mind
Treat it just as though
It don't exist no mo'
And you are re-inclined

Use the tools you've got
To manipulate your lot
For life is mechanical
Along with botanical
Don't let it end up in naught

If setbacks should occur
Then what you might incur
Would make an issue
A thing with which you
From future risks could demur

If you eat enough
Fattening stuff
To put you at risk
Of herniating a disc
Better get off your duff!

How long a life to pursue
Affects how much we can do
In a world surviving
On what we're deriving
From land that's so hard to subdue

Approaching your old age
Consider it a stage
To give what you've acquired
To progeny you've sired
Bitter feelings to assuage

Be doing something to matter
'Ere sooner turns into latter
'Fore old age ensues
Own up, pay some dues
Thus: virtuous ashes to scatter

Obsessive regrets
Bad karma begets,
So toss 'em away
Just work on today
Which imminent hurdles offsets

Taste all the flavors
That this life favors;
Not taking a bite
Of something just might
Deprive you of savors

State your assertions
Of life's coercions
Then go about
Rooting them out
By forceful exertions

Pursuing insight
Might give you a fright
Of what could transpire
From what you'd acquire
By unveiling a light

Competition's a myth
One must take the fifth
Why, just look at the doctors
Whose fees no one proctors
Thus increasing forthwith

Each disappointment's
A fly in the ointment
Of life that is hoping
To do more than coping
Though ultimately unspent

Success: Who needs it?
Ambition that feeds it
Might lead to trauma
Affecting life's drama
Of him or a her who heeds it

Life goes by so fast
You try to make it last,
But then realize
That time only buys
Postponement. So blast!

Bear the scars of your life
Proudly, as though the strife
You put yourself through
Is what you would do
With opportunities rife

Human existence, you'll find
Is like a watch you wind
Up every day
Thus what it will say
Can constantly be redefined

Success is being content
At doing to the extent
Of abilities
Using facilities
That were to you only lent

What comprises existence;
Is it merely subsistence
Or are you dreaming
Effectively scheming
Of overcoming resistance?

So, you did all the things
Incumbent existence brings
But did you add to those
Risks you might have chose
From which artistry springs?

Wait! Once you say it or do it
If chances are you might rue it
Then think it over warily
Because proceeding merrily
Might end with you saying "I blew it"

Life: Where you go what you do
An adventure in which only you
Are here to take part
Wherever you start
So decide which cavorts to eschew

Have your fun, be ready to die
Do your do's as if death were nigh
Could be the next day
Or long years away
Be prepared for when it's goodbye

Imagination will save you
So when you behave you
Can see where it leads
When you're led by your deeds;
Use the good sense that God gave you

Where you go when you die:
A result of this life that you ply
To Heaven or Hell we're told
At which place you'll behold
The Lord or The Devil is nigh

Where your spirit leads, go
By a way you will come to know;
Or get some advice
To be more precise-ly
Aware of the trip to and fro

Tomorrow: another day
When the present might be passé
Time flies for sure
So make certain that you're
Able to suit up and play

Think not of the past
Nor of fortunes amassed
If you stop for a minute
You'll get stuck right in it
Hey! Life goes by very fast

Relevance counts
In a life that amounts
To your hill of beans.
Just see what it means
Then profits  pronounce

Choose what  you want
Don't be nonchalant
Nor let fate interfere
Lest you end up not here;
Go ahead and be the savant

Go ahead, tell your story
And pile on the glory
Where you went, what you did
How you found life amid
Situations quite hoary

Easily related now
Stories recalling how
Looking back on then
You carried the day when
Incidents knitted your brow

Life is but a dream
Or so it might seem
But with actions' effects,
Their behavior connects
To consequences downstream

Your bridges burned?
Good behavior adjourned?
The aftermath
Of renouncing a path
Could negate former benefits earned

Life went by in a blink
You look back now and think
"Why didn't I do
This or that when I knew
I existed right there at the brink?"

Life's a vacation from death
Lasting but while we have breath
Then onto Heaven.
("Live twenty-four seven"
Goes the old shibboleth)

We learn from mistakes
Thus can shoot re-takes
Of portions of life
That were sources of strife
Where we should have applied the brakes

Artistic thinking's
Oracular linking
Of unrelated
Points re-created
From notions once sinking

Bad dreams pursue us
Live their lives through us
As if they might
Come true one night
And somehow undo us

Drugs are not a reward
But things that lead you toward
A life of dependence
To which you go whence
By their effects you are floored

We pass here but once
So don't be a dunce
Make the most of existence
Lo, travel the distance
Addressing what one confronts

Each life caper
Is a character shaper
No matter the result
A child or an adult
Cannot over-paper

When work is to be done,
Before the job's begun,
Try looking for ways
New methods to blaze
(You can make anything fun)

In everything you do
Seek a path anew
Find better ways
Novel trails to blaze
Then blessings will accrue

How many did you help along
Their situations thus prolong
When they couldn't make it
Without a crutch to take it
To the next step right or wrong?

One longs to surmount
With opinions that count
Or then, why live
With nothing to give
That to little amount

No harm in becoming
It keeps life a-humming
And playing at being
Is ever soul-freeing
Thus resistant to numbing

Remaining connected
Is often reflected
In how many years
One seems to appear
With thought unaffected

To forego being dead
The wise plan ahead.
First comes desire
Of dodging Hell's fire
Behaving one's self instead

Embracing existence,
The issue's resistance:
Bad habits begone!
Life a sine qua non
Behavior consistence

See the ridiculous:
Stuff that is shtick-ulous
Not to be sneered at
Nor to be steered at;
But viewed as meticulous

Food prices constantly rising
Markets forever devising
Deprive you of cash
So go on a crash
Diet and spending revising

The essence of Jazz:
Not razzamatazz
But logical melodies
Well-placed harmonies
Accompanying rhythmic pizzazz

Words can make you fat:
Reflecting where you're at
Doing thinking for you
'Stead of logic. Or you
Might bad ways combat

It's easy to get fat:
Gobbling food up "stat"
Intoning prolific
Proclaiming pontific
Pigging out while you chat

Dancin' off the pounds
To some funky sounds
Put your body to the test
Let the music do the rest
Then jiggle and strut unbound

Go be the dreamer
Instead of a schemer
Ponder things that ain't been thunk
No matter they call 'em "bunk"
A revolution screamer

You don't have to say what you think
But you can go right on up to the brink
Just keep to yourself
Away on a shelf
That which might make a stink

Say nothing to excess
But anything you'd guess
Might leave your mark
Striking a spark
That would a point address

Are the basic pleasures
Right for you? Treasures
That might not be a thrill
Yet to the brim could fill
Your cups to their full measures

Enjoy the pleasures, live it up
While there's tipple fill your cup
But let moderation rule
Lest you act the bloomin' fool
Thus in a gutter end up

Are you living a life
With conflict rife
Or does your existence
Bear an insistence
Toward healing of strife?

Becoming relevant
In an age that seems elegant
We struggle to fit
Then finally commit
To complete a vocational hunt

Things that seem elegant
Might only be relevant
To people whose values
Are those that they shall use
For snobbery's ladder's ascent

The stuff I’m pissing is green
Therefore remains to be seen
As mildly indicative
Of acts fact or fictive
Reflecting just where I’ve been

Variations of mental intercourse
In life no matter which horse
Sense one rides or on which saddle
The bronc’s tossings might addle
The brains if not mess up the source

The essence of life’s intercourse
Depends a lot on the source
Of parental background
Which tends to redound
On behavior that’s guided by force

The key to life’s essence
Comes from learning the lessons
As existence proceeds
While doing the deeds
Bringing on existential tumescence

How human being transpires
Is the stuff fulfilling desires
No matter how they occur
It’s “kismet” to prefer
An existence burning one’s fires

Exploring inner space
An imaginational chase
Can be quite an adventure
A yearning’s thirst quencher
Keeping one running the race

Think without restraint
Till musings come to taint
Resultant activities
Inciting proclivities
That tend to stir up a complaint

Limitless narrated thinking
Might leave hearers blinking
Inner space explored
Minds being bored
As if yielding to copious drinking

Often one is inspired
To poetic composing, fired
By audacious thought
Which may or may not
Be persuasive in rhyme, or be admired

Points of logic written
Might leave brainwaves smitten
With logical trips down roads
That lead to an end which bodes
Destinations not yet even litten

Poetic disguise
Might just hide a wise
Thought with a rhyme
Which when read in due time
Gives the reader’s perspective a rise

Contemplate ceilings
Which exhibit some peelings
Showing their wear
As limits to where
Folks tried to hit with their feelings

Above ceilings, in sky
Lies a limitless future to ply
Where zooming about acrobatically
Shows how acting emphatically
One can stretch limits and not ensuingly die

Space, with no limit
Exists but there in it
Float planets, objectives
To fly to, electives
For science to go peer within it

Still making worlds like ours
God, perfecting His powers
To create and determine
What’s human and vermin
Looks down and occasionally glowers

Perfecting worlds takes practice
But God persisted, even cactus
Has its place and its uses
From some extracting juices
Potent liqueurs which serve to subtract us

God, being now and here
Into our lives might just peer
Occasionally to judge
How we’re doing, nudge
Us along year-by-year

Don’t be deceived by
What you’re perceived by,
Little things niggling
In daily life jiggling
Existence folks are aggrieved by

God is now and here
Not simply a mere
Apparitional symbol in church
Who’s image rests on perch
With our guided behavior to steer

What might be then-and-there
Could actually cause one to glare
While suffering pain
Exclaim with disdain
To bring forth a major life’s scare

What might come’s a concern
Depending upon the yearn
You have for what might be
Then what you receive has a fee
Just to participate so you can learn

God, now and here
Doesn’t have to appear
To magically become
Real in the minds of some
He just has to seem to be near

God, here and now in our minds
Searches around, if He finds
Something of interest
Might suggest we confessed
Attaining forgivenesses priestly signs

Don’t be deceived by illusion
Leading the mind to confusion
Presenting alternatives
To end up “gol-durn”-atives
That can only be just one conclusion

What might be then and there
Could just be illusions where
Phony sensations to achieve
Lead gullible souls to believe.
(Rewarding conclusions are waiting to share)

On the fragile hinges of fate
Swing doors to good fortune that wait
Until someone who knocks
For a fate that unlocks
Chances at wealth that are nothing but bait

Fate’s doors swing open wide
Welcoming whoever comes inside
To experience whatever lies within
Exhibiting good behavior or sin
As a result of momentous decisions applied

Proprieties to be decided…
Depending on what is confided
When secrets are divulged
Causing faults to be bulged
Need to be be put into unions divided

Laugh at your mistakes
But remember them as breaks
Presenting alternative choices
Intoning some soft inner voices
Giving direction that a way indicates

Chuckle-ing at the past
Is in its own way sassed
At mistakes that were made
For which prices were paid
With leftovers that out have been cast

Turning around, surge ahead
In pursuit of more than just bread
Go for a winner’s gold medal
Amazingly, what you’ll get’ll
Be honored in life ere you’re dead

Ideas paralyze thought
With something that ought
To make sense to thinking
Minds, send them blinking
To new insights then wrought

The world e’er moves
Ahead, certain grooves
Steering thought to opinion
Humanity its minion
With Earthly truth it eloquently proves

Running to play catch-up
Is a race to then match-up
To speed that is going
Along like grass-mowing
Thus getting level with minds-knowing

Cheaters always win
If no-one can catch ’em in
The act of finagling
Out of illness’ ague-ing
Brought on by committing their sin

Cheaters trap themselves flat
Showing clues to where-it’s-at
Oblivious to catching minds
Exposing chicanery that winds
Up as punishment for a sneaky rat

The tambourine pops
Syncopatingly tops
The blaring of horns
With its rhythm adorns
Anything music’ly happening at hops

With rhythmic consistence
Tambourine’s insistence
Jangles o’er the top
Insisting non-stop
Keeping a metric persistence

Sounds of the orchestra blare
With harmony playing, declare
They’re the boss of the mood
With nought to obtrude
Into counterpoint, rhythm, lyric or air

Are your valuables worth
Your remaining on Earth,
Would escaping disaster
By traveling faster
Elude going on to a Heavenly berth?

Sometime at your leisure
Assess all your treasure
Consider real value
Of things that corral you
To stand pat in a good hand of pleasure

With your valuables pawned
You might have just yawned
Passed off to a permanent sleep
Asking The Lord your soul to keep
Ere the next morning has dawned

Finding what one’s really worth
Might leave one convulsed with mirth
Facing a balance sheet
Assets, liabilities can hardly cheat
Bottom lines of wealth or dearth

Is “it” worth what you thought
Or did you assess what you bought
To be what’s advertised ere purchase
Not ending up what a search search is
Likely to find or to you be brought?

Thinking one’s swimming with fish
But seeing sharks might make one wish
For minnows or trout
Before one gets out
Of the school of what lies on a dish

“Caveat emptor” means caution
Before investing at auction
Make sure of legitimate value
Don’t let a bargain corral you
Into buying a bogus concoction

Finding what one thought isn’t
What it was next morning when risen
Is a surprise that’s unwelcome
Turning out to be Hell come
To life ending one up in prison

When life encounters a blunder
It sort of makes one wonder
What could have been done
Without using a threatening gun
To accomplish a small feat of plunder

Ignoring some sage’s advice
Yet using a snippet of spice
To elicit a soupçon of taste
Could possibly counter a waste
Of savory vittles as nothing but rice

Learning to do things the hard way
Might come about with a bit of caché
To help one get noticed
As being remotest
Instead of a “just everyday”

To bring out a taste unique
One might acquire some chic
With oriental spices created
Affecting the tastebuds elated
To super levels of savory pique

Some people blunder thought life
Ending up under the knife
Of surgeons who excise
A sickness ere one dies
From mistakes of indulgences rife

Ignoring advice of some sages
Simply turning life’s pages
To scan opportunities, taking
Chances with choices raking
In treasures or trash, one just ages

Learning life the hard way
Encountering a canard may
Advocate taking advice
Rather than rolling the dice
Suggesting doing it a barred way

Coming up with what
Suffices to “make the cut”
One simply studies material
Honing in on imperial
Recommendations to open or shut

For the most exclusive view
Swim deep waters where you
Might chance to encounter
A sea-horse to mount or
Perhaps take home to the zoo

Say and write what needs telling
Chop down a tree that needs felling
Preventing its fruit
From rooty-toot-tooting
A message that might be rebelling

Flaunt propriety to suit
A message to simply refute
Common behaviors
Begging for saviors
To come to the rescue and boot

Flaunting propriety,
Examples of false piety
Fool the public with words
That eventually turn into curds
Distastefully facing anxiety

Where goeth effects
When written in texts
Words aimed specifically
At readers, pontifically
Preaching advice that somehow connects?

Recidivists keep going back
To that which they know, attack
Society
With impropriety…
Caught! Then, a retribution-al whack

Where goeth effects of words
Showered on gathering herds
Of listeners who might then act
Upon hearing ideas, exact
On society effects of political nerds?

When you finally sell that thing
That you used so much, then bring
On another
That might be the mother
Of something newer, maybe a fling!

You never can tell when you’ll need
What you gave away, for a deed
To be done in the moment
Perhaps even foment
A time and a place to just concede

Things that light up when they’re working
Might even spur dancing or “twerking”
Their sparkling attention can spell
The sonorous ring of a  bell
With a nearby adventure a-lurking

The things that can control us
Might end up serving to roll us
Down hills far too steep
Unable to keep
From stopping or slowing, simply cajole us

Ruing the darkness might
Keep us from seeing the light
Due to the contrast minds need
In order to determine the speed
At which wisdom could possibly ignite

Laughter’s a wonderful cure
Making a humorous aura insure
Things taken too seriously
Might somehow deliriously
Keep dark ambiance from a needless detour

Whatever seems to matter
Might invite logic to scatter
Moods to prevailing winds
By a sinner who then rescinds
Former activity with hopes it might shatter

Depression might serve to shatter
Items that actually matter
Making chaos of moods
When apprehension intrudes
Striking out any up-to-bat batter

Being a man by whose
Element’s fit might just lose
Interpretational planning
Could end up simply fanning
Flames in hearts, then singin’-the-blues

“Be a man!” Well what kind?
Being there are many to find
So what is the yard-stick
By which one can pick
And choose which way up-to-wind

Improvise in thought
What then might ought
To be considered
To then be a bidder
Don’t shy away from being caught

Propose what might be if only done
One were to act upon, lonely fun
Musing on what could happen
Analyzing, find a gap in
Between using a word or a gun

Eventually things come around
Resolutions somehow are found
To severe complications
Down-to-earth applications
Unfolding solutions that then redound

Spirits are revved up by gladness
Counteracting the madness
That might be suddenly spurred
By a mistake that occurred
As a result of misinterpreted badness

To put one’s self in the now
Is a matter-of-fact instruction on how
Things are thought of as they exist
Then searching for just the way to persist
In order to deal with, then taking a bow

What is is. What’s not might
Be when it comes into sight
But for now make do with;
Just cook up a stew with
Handy ingredients to give one a bite

Expressing “cafard” the blues
Remind one of paying the dues
For mistakes, misimpression’s
Were thought to be sessions
Assumed to be spreading the news

Dredging up memories
Might serve to appease
OR cause to discard
Blues which have marred
Impressions with blotted out sleaze

Hard homecomings
Are lifetime summings
Of old-time impressions
Reminders of lessons
Learned from early life’s dumbings

False maturity confronts
A pitcher whose batter bunts
Instead of swinging, hitting
Catching fielders sitting
Waiting to do their out-putting stunts

False maturity appears
To have to have put one in arrears
By selecting banality
Thus owing to reality
(Life depends on how one steers)

Maturity confronts us
Eventually blunts us
To imagining dreams
Presenting what seems
The only alternative to logic that hunts us

Claims of potency shouted
By egotists who’ve touted
Their claims to supremacy
In spite of effeminacy
Show in their actions when doubted

It’s best not to be ruled
By local customs pooled
A convenient application
Might lead to confrontation.
Just go along, and be jeweled

Always look to results
That might occur when cults
Spring up for their causes
Showing action that pauses
For cogitation ere it insults

Don’t be fooled by false claims
By powerful people whose aims
Self-aggrandize
Stop look, listen and size
Up their promises and games

Claims of potency abound
By people just hanging around
A-tooting their horns
A sonority that warns
“By whom are you being crowned!”

Essential senses we own
Might lead us to play a trombone
Or bang on some drums
To a tune that hums
A melodic duet or—singing alone

Our essential sense dictates
An impression our body awaits
Imbibing strong libation
With stark anticipation
To chemically change us, it “satiates”

People who write might
Just shine a light on a tight
Spot that hasn’t a mite
Of saving a scary fright
From becoming a fight

Our essential senses
Allow us to see through lenses
By which we perceive
Something to grieve
If we don’t take advantage of fences

Senses hoodwink us at times
Making us think that some crimes
May be occurring
Our ires then stirring
Us far away from sublimes

Essential senses
Through mental lenses
Are seen, felt, perceived
If chosen so, deceived
In order to purge, like menses

Roam around in your marrow
Gather in a wheelbarrow
Things you find effective
To be mentally erect-ive
Arousing thought to harrow

Exploring the essence
Of thoughts stirs confess-ance
Of what really affects
One and connects
To guess-ance, more-or-less-ance

Numbers leave senses untouched
Stating statistics, un-crutched
For help by emotion
Need a kind of potion
To gain some speed double-clutched

Quoting percentages
Beaming with adages
Might simply serve to anoint;
On the other hand making a point
Between two shores building bridges

When good sense is left untouched
What’s left in the mind is clutched
Just in order to maintain
Prejudicial thought to then constrain
That which might be captured, hutched

Sans rhyme or meter
A thought might simply peter
Out if not with logic
Supporting it, demagogically
Just revert to be an empty-seater

Without any rhyme or meter
An aspiring poetic line might peter
Out, go prosaic
Unable to form a mosaic
But turn a notion into a world-beater

A poetic apothegm
Which finicky critics condemn
Given some meter
Exciting a reader
Might yet turn out to be a classical gem

Thought, suggesting action
Might come gaining traction
Affecting proceedings
Then finally leading
People to listen, thereupon kindle reaction

None as a number means absence
Of something to count showing hence-
Forth something might come to appear
Having value yet won’t interfere
With current direction, thus making sense

Where what once was a being
There’s a smidgen worth seeing
Leftover meaningful clues
Amounting to sense that accrues
Affecting emotional feedback, thus freeing

Then was then and won’t return
So might-as-well just trash and burn
Up leftovers old and un-use-able
That maybe could end up abuse-able
By co-opters to furthermore churn

Observing, change to ways
Improving life lest it lays
Dormant in a current state
Affecting a later fate
That could have been something that pays

Accumulating souls, Death
Seeks those who take their last breath
As imbibers who’re heeding
Some fodder for feeding
On Biblical mores as if they were meth

Meant for great treasures
Some people take measures
To assure themselves of fame
Getting into the public game
Thence awarded with suitable pleasures

In life our times go quickly by
Sans noticing a who or a why
Things assemble themselves
With soul-searching that delves
Deeply into existence’s that underly

Pills as patient savers
Are doing one favors
With profits to doctors
Whose treatment concoctors
Come in a variety of flavors

How many lives can one live
With medicinal dosage to give
That enables a cure
Thus health to insure
Stabbing disease with a chemical shiv

People think they can throw
Any thing in the toilet to go
Down the drain and escape
Turning waste into grape
Vine nourishment, wine to then flow

How much dough does it take
To bring on happiness, make
One cease from wanting
The temptations taunting
To just go jump-in-the-lake

Death accumulates souls
With plentiful holes
In which to put bodies
That diggers of sod-dies
Prepare in an Earth’s space it doles

Occasionally urchins
Meant for great fortunes
Begin a small business
Creating a fizz-ness
Bubbling over with profits—or sins

Destinies souls are meant for
Spur items to therefore invent for
Coming  up with devices
At reasonable prices
Then peddled wherever they’re went for

Ah, times-gone-by reappear
Evoking a smile or a tear
That might just precipitate,
Put to use, eliminate
Current troubles, away from them steer

Begging new original
Designations of sin’ll
Come up with new characters
Impersonation that stirs
A will that’ll score or won’t win’ll

New roles found in plays
Light up the stage, ablaze
With ideas portrayed
By characters essayed
For audiences’ noumena to amaze

That for which the world begs
Is a story, character, with legs
To run with the ball
Or kick it home through all
The obstacles, skirting around the pegs

Bound to lead us from the mire
Saviors spring up, skirt the briar
Existing in perilous patches
With philosophy that matches,
Slipping then, just under-the-wire

New characters, outward bound
Appear periodically to be found
By civilizations somewhat needing
A new philosophy to be feeding
Upon with evils from which to rebound

Seeking what needs to be done
Is an appropriate search for one
Whose function is worldly reclaiming
Of good from sensuous aiming
Toward by use of nought but the gun

Liberating one’s fate from the mire
Behaviorally slipping under the wire
Taking what prerogatives appear
Is the sensible thing to which to adhere
As a life preserver one might desire

Where there’s room for observance
One might employ sense’s servants
As usefully helpful companions
To keep from falling in canyons
Or gorge-ing on mountainous segments

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
Ere their petals fall off and stray
Into waters where fishes
Might use them for wishes
They were edible at least as a buffet

One still feels a hurt
When incurring a just dessert
Where love is involved
And no problem is solved
Ending in pushing one’s face in the dirt

A hurt once inflicted
Could leave one constricted
Holding back actions
Resulting in tractions
With further movements afflicted

Where love is involved
No problem is solved
Till emotions are smoothed
To a point where they’re soothed
With previous faux pas resolved

Where love is involved
Unless a difference is solved
One feels a hurt
So badly to blurt
Out painful cries thus devolved

Reliving many years past
One has a chance to recast
Characters whose behaviors
Could have been seen as saviors
Thenceforth humanity’s troubles bypassed

Calamitous fates
Can follow from hates
Dredged up out of sewage
Resulting in carnage
Unlocking disastrous diabolical gates

Catch wisps of illusion
Out of thin air then a fusion
To make might light fires
On minds or transmittable wires
To dispel any previous confusion

Wisps of fantasy caught
Sometimes tell catchers what ought
To be taken as steps
Innovative concepts
That hadn’t yet even been thought

Philosophical lighting of fires
Might provide new tread on tires
To roll upon roads not yet travelled
Whether they’re dirt, paved or graveled,
Explore destinations or end up in mires

Okay go ahead, play the dreamer
Whose reveries are a screamer
Of what dilemmas might occur
Lest those-in-charge can defer
From reverting to being a fantasy-reamer

Go on, hope to light fires
Under souls whose desires
Are to live and accomplish
What might profit, not blemish
Showing benefits then to be sung by choirs

People want only to live
Then to their children to give
Opportunities looming
For wealth to be booming
If only applied by efforts to sieve

With stars shining and winds blowing
Worlds of the universe are still going
Around the sun revolving
While people are involving
Themselves with rows a-hoe-ing

Stars shine, and winds blow
Sun and clouds come and go
We exist for awhile and then
Off to wherever, and when
We get there we’ll surely know

Functions of Earth continue
Then their vicissitudes pin you
To whatever might happen
Creating a gap in
What you formerly thought was sinew

Retarded by faiths
Passed on to wraiths
By automatic baptism—
No education tips to a schism
Of Seventh-Day-Adventists or Eighths

Call yourself a “writer”?
Gotta be a fighter
To get the attention
Or even a mention
From publishers heavier or lighter

Writer: What did you write
Today that somehow just might
Attract the attention
Or an honorable mention
Without encouraging people to fight?

Is your writing readable?
What it states concede-able
If that is the case
Jump into the race
For folks of literate minds feed-able