poems today

4:44am

i find myself thinking about

quitting thinking

a track of thought

to begin thinking 

another idea

only to later come to know

that as the very essence of escaping

an only moment - the present;

but that’s

my best stunt - slipping away

into the night

into the wilderness

into the music

carried by the waves so seldom caught

when my glory senses are high

and i actually feel alive

only then when

i do not think therefore

i am not… 

and that’s freedom.

Your friend,

someone who’ll give a damn

it isn’t me

the one who was there

the person who cared

i’ve come so far since

castles collapsed

and i fell back

on after off

like you can stand 

again, my friend

a term i’ve proclaimed too generously

in times of stress dressed in success

but has saved my life

during downs and outs, of the closet

into the hobbit hole, chasing magic

running, being on the run, and

the retrospect we reverie

when thinking about 

how much i’ve changed;

egoic blows make room for soulful expansion. 

i don’t often speak politics but 

turn off the news and turn up the vinyl 

tune in the style & stay with me a while

drop me a line so i can know how to go

on with the faintest voices

of yours in my zone

for the beat of my heart 

although forever apart

goes on to show

i’ve loved you all the same.

Retirement

Successful Crashout Artist

turned into 

Nobody. 

smooth transitions & lateral moves

i’ve always been fine

divine even, yet, 

i deal daily with the dues of my decisions

like how every tiny stepping stone behind this path

led to the one we’re standing upon today.

we’re all like that

following a trajectory

headed to infinity

until we’re lucky enough

to make it out after a good life…

well, somewhere along the wild and precious way

we exit cycles gracefully

and also maddeningly but makable

to find ourselves immersed the the rewards of our journey

here is where everything makes sense.

mornings, man,

sometimes i wake up hit with bricks in my brain

to kill the time before the time kills me

but i’m blessed.

to be here,

means leisure is totality

that’s what’s best for me

how it’s meant to be

when the only

song this caged bird sings

is how her freedom rings

done on things

for score and many moons before

the past paved the way

for just today - the day meant to love life itself.