How does one remain

composed, even sort of sane

when confronting pain?

~

An unexpected 

sanity may come when our

hearts open as we suffer.

Could you tell me please

why we do things that make for

unease and disease?

~

When puffing a fag

and chasing the rush, thoughts of

consequences are a drag.

What cost comes with fame,

but lost anonymity,

and, at what expense, success?

~

Success has a price,

tis true. But I’d rather pay

my pittance than not be seen.

If we could have known

in the past what we know now

would things be much different?

~

Access forsight with

crystal balls and tarot cards…

Hindsight’s always much clearer.

The question remains –

who benefits when fear wins

and love is mocked as weakness?

~

Weakness and fear are

all that remains when love is

mocked and questioned for profit. 

What is the purpose

of putting nose to grindstone

except to ruin flour?

~

Such activity

can also serve the purpose

of giving us daily bread.

When the pied piper’s

tune is finally over,

who will we follow sober?

~

They who make outland

ish promises of grandness;

that’s the American way.

As home fires near

and adventure draws to a close

Is ennui avoidable?

~

Ennui goes up in

flames when curiosity

takes the reins and guides us home.

How can we bring home

 Hawaii’s soothing balm to

apply when needed?

~

Time flows differently

at ten thousand feet. Perhaps 

these soothing mists will linger?

Now that sun and fun

are done, will mundanities

beckon banished sanity?

~

Perhaps sanity

can be reconstituted

with sun and fun included.

Can anything free

the minds of those securely

held hostage by fear?

~

More importantly,

will those liberated souls

appreciate their release?

With sun and sea breeze

restoring aching spirits,

what will drag us back to blahs?

~

Anticipation

of the blahs to come will wring

out the joy this moment brings.

When our dreams take flight,

can we just travel with them,

or must we show them the way?

~

Dreams are our pilots

and we are both passengers

and maintenance crew. 

When the time arrives

to take flight and venture forth,

how know you, it’s time to fly?

~

Sometimes we know and

sometimes we don’t, but it is

helpful to be pulled or pushed.

So, two poets walked

into a bar, looked at  one

another and said…?

~

Shall we have a Rye?

Or perhaps, just a good cry?

Politics led us awry!

When your fellow man

goes collectively insane,

Where’s the hope for the future?

~

Hope is there, but not

in the lemming-like minds of

those willing to jump off cliffs.

When lies and mindless

rhetoric take center stage,

what is lying in the wings?

~

And the Oscar for

Political Theater

Goes to the boldest liar