Quiet

Quiet

Maybe I have finally learned 

To be 

Quiet

When they ask of me -

What I want 

-And what they want me 

     To want 

I can shrug and smilingly say 

     What - ever 

I can answer nothing 

     And then be 

Quiet 

Because 

I have learned 

They don't listen 

Anyway 

They want what they want -

They are 

Type A's 

I am only here

Because I'm here 

And 

I don't really care

Either way 

Oh yes 

I should be 

Passionate 

About it !

But 

I'm not -

Sometimes I try 

To care 

But 

I don't -

And I love this 

New way 

Of looking at things 

The lord God made us all -

So let her 

Worry about 

It

Unintended Consequences

Getting myself 

Out on a limb again 

I always do 

It's this blogging business 

I know 

There will be 

Unintended consequences 

There always are 

Like my friend 

The NASA scientist 

Says

-And they were dealing with 

Space flight -

-And really complicated mathematical 

Things -

It boggles the mind

I can't imagine 

And even they -

With billions of dollars 

Of budgets and things 

had 

unintended consequences 

To contend 

With 

Obviously

Please

Leave me, love 

For then I would know 

What to do 

I can morn I can cry 

I can feel 

Very sorry 

For myself 

That 

I know how to do 

-had a lot 

Of practice 

With it 

Many years 

     To perfect 

But not this 

Not this patience 

This caring 

This sweetness 

How to deal 

With it 

How to 

Be good enough 

For it 

Please, please 

     Go away 

So I don't have to grow 

Don't have to know 

The true pain 

Of eventually 

Being without you 

Through death or some other circumstance 

Circumstances 

     Being what they are 

And seemingly 

Always 

Occurring 

With inexorable 

Crushing karma 

I need another 

Starbucks coffee 

Today 

     obviously. . .

The Train

What can I say 

About today 

?

These days seem to 

Run together

Like a train 

All connected to one 

Another 

But with no 

Conductor 

To tell us when 

We are leaving 

The station. 

Instead we must guess 

And wonder about the 

Departure time 

And the destination 

We are pulled 

By gravity 

Like a Diesel engine 

By time 

By fate 

What can I do 

About that 

How hard should I try 

To try 

Or should I sit back 

And sigh 

The ticket has been 

Purchased 

And we will arrive 

When we 

Arrive 

Anybody?

Is anybody out there ?

What do u think ?

Am I wasting my time ?

But not .

Because 

I enjoy 

This -

I imagine an audience 

Someone reading 

In cyberspace 

I sometimes wish 

I knew

Who they are 

And do they tune back in ?

Or just 

     Laugh and leave 

Looking for the porn sites -

Which R a lot 

More fun 

I suppose 

I wouldn't know 

? 

Having always been 

Too serious 

By far 

Thinking there's an answer 

For who we are 

And where 

We find ourselves 

Today

The Calling

The talk today . . .
In church today
     -About being all we can
     -Doing all we want to
And
     Knowing
          What that is

I am inspired -
As I lay upon
     My couch -
For this is something
I Truely
Want
To
Do -

To lie
Here
Within the influence
Of
The little
Air conditioner box -
I am fulfilling
A deep and basic
Calling
A deep and inspired need
To rest awhile
And to be cool while
     Doing it


What a wonderful invention
This -
A box -
Whose sole reason
     For being
Is to produce
     Cool air.

Like that
I would like to produce
- for the people of this earth
Something Truely helpful
-Truely wonderful
It would be my gift
     To them
It would be my
     Calling
My talent
My contribution
     To the collective
I would produce
A certain cool air
A certain savoir-faire
I would
     Bring down the light
Which would help their
     Plight
Their plight of being trapped
By materialism
In material body and mind
     Boxes

This would be my
     Alchemy
My gift
Probably no one
Would ever know -
But "they" say
It does matter -
Somehow
     It clears the air
Makes people
     Less prone to fight
Makes available more
     Spiritual
Light

Wandering Off

She forgot 

     To wear 

Her 

     Underware

To the 

Country club

 - formal 

     Dance -

          (I heard) 

She used to be

     So stylish

     -so fine-

One time -

She was lost 

     Buying gas 

And had 

     To ask -

The way 

     Back home 

She almost stole 

     My boyfriend 

          Once 

She was as good

     As that!

But no matter how 

     Upscale 

We are ...

- Turquoise  Jaguar 

In the garage -

(She is still living 

     Across the street 

     From the beach 

With famous 

Neighbors)

But, no matter what -

     There is this 

          Pesky 

     Natural 

          Law ...

-won't go 

     Away

-cannot be 

     Reasoned 

          With -

That -

We all go 

     Away -

One day 

The game-board -

     This holographic 

          Video game -

Cannot really 

     Be won 

Some leave 

     Quietly 

Some loudly -

Some wander off -

Some are welcomed 

     In -

     To 

The arms of 

     God -

And know 

The way