From underneath

Like a rabbit in the ground
But more like a troll
I attack the nearest cabin
my weapon takes a toll

I enter shooting and demanding
I come out smiley faced, loot in hand
Open the hatch, break my fall, boots hit sand
Along the tunnel, what a hoot, my heist was grand

Best friend institutionalized, hid the loot with him
The asylum imposed lies, I was his only honesty, a thief
He implored I disguise him for an escape, I said chances were slim
I said I´ll dig you a tunnel and surprise you from underneath

Time and the meaning of life

My brother and his helicopter
The river and it´s flow
The entrance to the hospital
Meaning of life to never know

The river flowed toward the inevitable
Time water, time climate
Turning the current
Learning to rotate it

Damaged entrance to the hospital
Meaning of life some lost scroll
Time a voice that becomes a feeling
That becomes an expression of the events that unfold

Suddenly I am

Diminished I felt
Illusions and big mouths bend the truth
Sky gray ride- I realized
The fact I am is absolute

A localized shift left me where I am
Curiosity in the eyes that look upon I the man
Diminished I was never, of that I'm now astute
No adjective fits not ugly nor cute

And suddenly among you I am
Where big mouths exaggerate
Where envy and pride abide
Where half men's egos burst and inflate

I never begged acceptance, I don't try to fit
I just use these humble words to write about it.

Rules unto a poet

As conduct is to fall on us now like snow did unto the caveless Neanderthal
Etiquette rains down and floods us out like Noah's cynics
These rules manners and modes overcrowd us day after day
From the way you walk in the park to the full blown picnic

The way I word the night has been likewise described  a million times
The digestion of words and the regurgitation
Rules that I've broken aren't original rhymes
Though my poetry never danced to expectation

These should's and have to's are supposed to even me out
Though imbalance in the written word is what it's all about
The form suggests it's not my head but my chest
Throwing forbidden ink into your eyes, verse blessed!

Beyond the pines

And there the motorcycling daredevil shot a root
Into the ground, into a woman, into a small town
Attempting to love to care
safety and security clothes he couldn't wear

As adrenaline once again took it's toll
coursing through his veins with the fifty grand he stole
His new son was his reasoning
Even with nothing he'd bluff but never fold

So down he fell from his bike
and down he fell from the cop's bullet
He should have continued to live in the circus
'cause beyond the pines he wouldn't

His girl and her security took care of the baby
While the cop became a hero
Their sons ate fate it was tasty
and came close to starting back from zero

Patience and the ghost(a teacher´s insomnia)

Midnight leapt upon me
Eyes fighting to shut
mind to halt
how many sheep?

To teach to teach
with the heat of hot brains
as we attempt to provoke a response
Reach and realize student gain.

Back home to snuggle and slumber
A tight numbness clings to reflection and wonder
Between me and blissful relaxing
Friction of interactions a dozen heavy facts

Patience said the ghost
As we shared a species of insomnia
Patience said the ghost
Sleep is eternal where I´m from

Awaken consider

The alarm blows Instantly your mind tries to wrap itself around the day.
Your blankets fall from you you stand grab at clothes and sway
The crumbs and drabs from dreams are shaken as you stumble to the bathroom
Did you awaken to the same life into the same reality the same you?

Crumpled sheets and no reflection
A Thousand tasks and a struggle for direction
A pillow´s dents dried sweat and yesterdays concern
Dawn´s been waiting daylight burns

Breakfast hands and a preoccupied mind
plans for the week´s work and freetime.
Open Windows breathe in
tomorrow touched the air.

The bald ego

He batted his wings at me.
Glared and smirked,
Propped himself up like a dismal clerk
Payed attention in silence and ignored any dialogue

scruffed up and predisappointed
he believed Faith was a disease
He believed rewards would fall without commitment
He was a midlife crisis laughing on his knees

And as I appealed to him invain
he called me an angry man
Yet not a wince more of frustration do I carry
His ears ever waxed his eyes ever full of sand