Poem 228: Lonesome Noise

The silence around me echoes in voices unheard.

I know it is silence because noise once was there.

Its absence leaves a streak of grey

colored only by a replacement tide of change

which bury instead of mending past, dead things.

And then, in a brief moment of joy I am caught up in the spinning of the clock and chime

but when it passes, silence returns

and I am once again

alone.

Poem 227: Warm Wine

A few sips down: the world floats around and travels just a ways
until it lands upon a moving table with gentle bends and sways.
Everything is new and bright and glittering in brand new light.
The stars would be out if the day were suddenly the night.
A glass or three with hints of burnt French trees
making vanilla dance across the pallet of taste
and leaving me, as tired as can be
barely standing by my own ability.
I'll close my eyes and let
the spinning world
twirl me away.

Poem 226: Climbing

Climbing up and up and up

I'll reach the summit soon

I'm almost there, I see the peak

I'm sure the end is near.

Climbing up and up and up

a new top comes in view

it turns out we're not halfway up

clouds make the peak unclear.

Climbing up and up and up

I do not think I'll win

my feet are sore, my knees are knocked

my ankles hurt, my back's in knots.

Climbing up and up and up

and up and up and up 

and up

and up

and up 

and up....

and....look!  

We're at the top!

Poem 225: Fading into Slumber

Tired and without control

my eyes fade into sleep

my thoughts have melted plum away

into the realm of unknown things

and though it looks like I'm alive

my brain function is dead.

Tired from the lack of rest

my heart begins to cry

it pulls me back to close my eyes

and makes me lose my focused gaze

so although my heads cocked in thought

my thinking's been turned off.

Tired, with no mind that's known

my body starts to curl

I rest my head upon my hand

and bring my knees up in the air

then snuggle over on my side

and snore without a care.

Poem 224: You, Whom I've Known and Would Love to Know Again

Its great to sit here thinking of the faces i have seen.

To wrap myself into the thoughts of time and history.

I marvel at the space that has been filled with every heart

and worry 'bout the life that I will live when we soon part.

Perhaps as days and years pass by, my path with theirs will cross,

but otherwise, they'll always be here in my sweetest thoughts.

Poem 223: 2+2+3 = Me - 20

What they say, these words they sing

they're real: as true as fate.

It ain't no joke, that age I gloat:

27 years today

Poem 222: To Two Too.

I counted: "one, two" just like you.

I also counted up.

And when I counted up with you,

I counted to two too.

Poem 221: Unplanned

There are times that lay unplanned ahead

where road has not been laid for dread

of decisions that chosen may bring regret

or worse yet 

may bring a future 

now and ever more

unknown.

I step outside of comfort past

and delve into time's future half

I go with caution and restraint

in fright of pain

but worried more 

of always staying 

the same.

So in my weakened state I stand

afraid, yet tip-toeing ahead

determined to pass this test

embrace my best

and live upon

this broken

circumstance.

Poem 220: Attempting Early Slumber

I climbed in bed with good intent

to shut my eyes and rest

I thought that I would catch up 

on the sleep that I had missed.

But as soon as I had shut my eyes

my mind started to run

and before long I was on my feet

with lists of 'to-be-done's.

Confident, I was

that I could finish rather fast.

I counted up the time 

and found there plenty left to last.

Now, as my hands were hard at work

in both hard chores and play

one look at the clock

told me that I had lost my day

Suddenly, my goal for rest 

was swallowed up in time.

Though I lose track an awful lot

clocks don't forget to chime.

Poem 219: LOST

I planned to take the path that I

had researched 'fore I left.

I packed my bag up 'just in case' 

buying safety with its weight.  

Then in the middle of my hike

I realized with a sigh:

The map I made was off an inch

and I was in an unknown place.

Dancing in the hands of fate...

LOST without a guide.