The Defect Detector

Long has he lived

Finding fault as his aim

You see he was quite lonely

At the start just a game

A new target he'd choose

For every new session

But as his game progressed

It became his obsession

Well now he can't stop

He's grown a negative mind

And everywhere that he looks

The more mistakes does he find

There's become nothing of beauty

In his life there's no joy

Now he wishes he'd never

Begun this game as a boy

Full

It is not your glow dear lamp of the night,

but your tidal draw upon my mind that keeps me from my rest.

You have made of me a lunatic.

Driven me into the night to howl with the dogs.

The hair upon my neck bristles, sweat drips from my brow.

My breath quickens along with the beat of my heart.

How can you in such beauty deliver so much trouble?

Distress

The dense smoke hides the sun.

Now enveloped in this darkness

I am alone, yet

there is no peace.

Wars ravish the lands,

innocents continue to die.

Is the flexing of muscle

and the want for riches

really worth the lives of children?

From the Pumpkin - my first attempt at surrealistic poetry

I stepped from the pumpkin,

found the sky to be littered.

There were bright shiny stars,

they surrounded the sun.

It was a moon shadow following me

as I walked above the clouds.

I watched the airplanes,

funny how they flew backwards.

I wondered which way the people were seated.

Do they realize that they are going

where they came from.

To ask would be so impolite

and an admission

of my weak understanding

of this new day.

Life is play!

Then I thought of

Little Big Man.

Oh how he could ride.

The people in the plane

smiled at me,

all at once.

It was as if on cue.

I checked my fly.

Wanting to return inside the pumpkin

I made an about face

and in its place

I saw a whale leap down

from the surface of the sea above me.

He beckoned for me to enter

and then promised,

I would find what I was searching for within.

There was a tree

with a small stream running beside it.

I sat with my back against it,

fell asleep

and dreamed of a world at peace.

The Men in Black

Dressed in all black

with their masks and dark shades

SWAT's looking like ISIS

when making their raids

While officer friedly

that man we should trust

has followed SWATs lead

and hardened their crust

I hate that black costume

that militant look

and that crime's got so bad

that they've changed the play book

Yes I long for the days

when they were men in blue

with the job of protection

of both me and you

But those days are now gone

with little chance of return

what a shame, it's like war

while it's for peace that I yearn

Perfect Clarity

Perfect clarity, demanded!

A picture so detailed

that only one interpretation

can be presented.

Only one viewpoint seen.

The mind has no work to do.

The eyes and ears receive art

as if into a mossy pond.

A deadpool that has no ability

to process and apply its purpose

to a personal need.

The stagnant mind grows lazy.

Perfect clarity

is for instructions.

For men to grow,

for them to appreciate life,

they must be inspired to think.

Inspiration does not come from stagnation!

Today

Today

not tomorrow

is what we've been given

what we do with it will matter

as it's the only life we'll be livin'

I wish to enjoy each new day

my purpose at this point

I will live for

today

Folly

to kick against pricks

wounds the soul

reduces a man

to less than whole

he knows not his folley

when anger and rage

come to the surface

and take center stage

to argue and bicker

while emotions run wild

this loss of control

is the sign of a child

Where's That Better Tomorrow

The evening upon me

so tired

beat to a frazzle

the days toil has taken its toll

We've all been there

at times barely surviving

our minds unable to focus

it becomes time to retire

will there ever be a better tomorrow