TUESDAY....

Back to work, back to life, pick myself up and wipe off the strife

Back to you, back to me, as soon as I get another,
I'll get back to that,

Back to soon or not soon enough, will we ever
get back to the stuff...we thought we do, we knew we had to....

back, back, back.....

SUMDAY

A solution in search of a problem,
A day without regret, A knife inside the kettle
of a place we haven't been yet,

A time without an instance of sway
A tax upon my reason, A king without a nation
in a land that confounds my conscious,

These things I am trying to know,
These places I want to find.

may I...

may listen to you and may you listen to me,
are we allowed to be friends and disagree?

Can I see the way you look at the world as you see the way I do...does it always come down to idealogies, and philosophies?


Are you doomed to be over there, while I am over here?
Will we never meet, share a joke, half a seat?

Saturday and Sundays....

hunting on the fruited plain
and the waves of amber grain have withered,
although fading, not yet dead, there's still hope to figure it all out and wiggle out of this trend.

A FREE DAY A BIRTHDAY WISH

you were born today as you are born everyday,
every day that passes is a moment that surpasses the one that came before..
I've spent a life trying to get back to the friends we were so long ago...for our relationship has dwindled slowly over time..

Happy Birthday

THOR, MY THOR....

So beautifully simple are you,
Yes...simple and beautiful...

Warm me globe,
bring me light
tell me something I do know

Warm me globe,
break the night
give me something to think about

Sunday Monday...ah it begins again.

A week ends and one begins,
these two overlap while I ponder that change.
New chances for old problems, can I solve it this time...absolve myself of the things that hang over my head? Clear my self of the sword and manage to keep my word to myself.

Every once in awhile,
I need to rub my eyes and make sure if what is before me....is real, tangible.
Can I measure it?
Can I put it in a glass?
Could I paint it, duplicate it, or photograph it?

I am not sure...I tell you after I try

once again....THOR'S DAY

We're in a race...
a race against time, a race against each other and a race against one another

We're in a fight...
a fight against them, a fight amongst the herd and a fight with ourselves...

Things aren't so wrong that a good man is bad or a bad man is right...

We're in a race....

hump day

it's only a matter of time
before you go...actually seconds at a time...but let's remember to forget that and look at the world with eyes that feel and experience...this mortal coil...whatever eyes we look through...it's the same...we are all here to last as long as we can and those are the rules of this game

Labour Day...

Hi, today is May 1st. That is the Austrian equivolent of Labor Day in America.
So I will be back with a new poem tomorrow...