Month: October 2014

Howdy, fella,
What’s up with you?
I’m right here
Watching the crowd go by.

What they say,
And what they do,
Don’t matter much
To me, anyway.

Sometimes,
We worry too much
About the most
Trivial of things.

Why is that?
Why are we so concerned
About what another person
Says or does?

Yes, it matters,
For the moment,
But is it all that important,
At the end of the day?

In the span of our life,
These isolated occurrences
Monopolize our time
And energy, as if

It was major surgery,
Or a death in the family.
In fact, we probably
Worry more about it,

Than we do about
Major events.
It is true,
That how we treat each other

Adds meaning to our lives.
A great experience,
Or a really bad one,
Can build us up,

Or tear us down,
In ways that other events don’t.
Perhaps, we should
Take them very seriously.

But, after the fact,
We must realize,
There is nothing we can do
To change what happened.

All we can do,
Is learn, and move on.
Dwelling on them
Does not make things better.

On the flip side,
If we spend some time,
Thinking about something nice,
That will go much further

In making us feel
A whole lot better.
Perhaps,
We should all try to do this.

Blocking, rushing, passing,
Running for the end zone!
The big upset!
The win by one.

Holding on, until the end.
Fighting back.
Coming back from way behind.
The target, the face mask.

Offsides, illegal substitution.
The blocked kick.
The interception.
The 100 yard return for a touchdown!

The drama is continuous.
The stamina, the perseverance,
The willpower needed
To get the win.

In your face, Number 1!
The unranked challenges.
The top ten are toppled.
The predictions are disproved.

The fun never ends!

Making music with my mind
Comes naturally to me.
I say a word, and then it flows.
Another step into the absurd.

Rhyming, rhythm, alliteration.
Catching thoughts of my generation.
Dumping it all into the page.
How I sing, how I rage!

Every line upon a page.
Simple thoughts, feelings, too.
Sometimes I am feeling blue.
It comes out, then points on through.

Makes you think, makes you cry.
I am just that kind of guy.
Some complain, some don’t like it.
Some choose to deny it.

Do you see the way it’s true?
Do you think it’s true for you?
Hoping now to ring a bell.
In your head, I stir up hell.

Let’s meet up in another place.
Let’s continue to keep the pace.
I will speak, and you will listen.
Then we’ll switch to another position.

Back and forth, we’ll discuss
What you like, and how you’ll fuss
About the things you can’t stand.
I will be a humble man.

So, is it a deal? Are we a team?
It’s easier than it would seem.
Hold my hand and bend an ear.
I will read it now, right here.

Amazing, how
Football teams can
Come together,
Beat each other to a pulp,
And someone wins.

It really is
Fascinating
To watch.
But why do we
Do it?

Why do we
Cheer them on,
As injury upon injury
Happens,
And all we really

Care about,
If we’re honest,
Is who comes out
On top?
It’s really a shame.

What if we
Pumped all this money
That goes into
Athletics,
Into academics?

Or, better yet,
Maybe we should require
Football players
To do community service,
So, just maybe,

They also learn
The value of
Compassion.
Maybe at halftime
They should take a collection,

Like they do at church,
And send the money
To feed and clothe
Underprivileged children
In the inner cities

Of the United States.
Maybe they could fund
A free education
For kids all over
Our country

That have to give up
Their dreams of college,
Because their families
Have hit hard times.
Could it happen?

Probably not.
We love violence
Way too much.
We love a fight.
We like to watch.

We want to be
Entertained.
We want to be
Distracted
From our boring lives.

What has happened
To our great country?
We’re fat and happy,
Or we’re suffering
And crushed.

We don’t see the forest
For the trees.
So, we’ll just
Spend more,
And care less,

For each other,
And not care at all
For those that do not have
What we have.
Are we confused?

How do you do? I do. I will. I will never again. Same thing. Same truth. Sort of. Sound like it? Sounds true. Simply sour taken in left field. Loud remarks from above. About. Believe. Be rank. Why not? Why wipe your hands on the towel? Be the towel. Be it. Rearrange a bit. Totally. Tinkle. Steep teepees call from the forest. The land bleeds. Theatrical elves sink into somber waves of agony. Ancient Angels cackle at cuckoo clocks in past lives. Let down your hairdo. Link to me in your most powerful prevention action of the century. Laugh. Tip. Treat. Tweet. Teach. Talent levels with age, it peaks, then dwindles, but new talents begin. And begin again. The wake comes too soon.

Table write now write real white truths not black truths? Why? When? How? Not now, I’m belching. I’m not now. I’m not here. I’m there. Where am I? Where are you? Where are we? Let’s go! Let’s do it! Let’s be who we are, not who we’re not. Let’s live. Let’s be. Let’s be me and you and them and us. Let’s be together and apart and different and the same. Let’s be colors and round and ripe and down. So, what is true? Tell me now, so I can grieve. I want to know. I want to be true. I want to be real, not fake, not gone, not over-the-hill anymore. Let’s do this. Let’s go! Let’s go all the way. Let’s achieve greatness in one simple act of giving. Let’s be there for whoever needs us. Let’s be true. Let’s be real.