These Next 9

Liberated by mood
Accentuated with sound
The blur of morning- awakens.

Hot components burrow deep
Red skins perform satiation
Energy passing- betwixt.

Without words the day rises
Into steamy breath, my scarf and I perform
We move- succinctly.

Friday and fuel transact themselves
Buttons pushed made motives worthy
Westbound- these next 9.

Into this aging day I drive towards
To linger in slower movement as night falls
Welcoming all the sounds I so adore.

Patterns disrupted to maintain patterns;
Accustomed, regaled, revered, and revived
Casual intensity orchestrates heavens-

That bid welcome of all known and unknown potentials.

Scripted...

Code in mahogany
Scripted ..in whim
Racey pulse turns quiet- sour

A birthday, a mood,
A reminiscence:
50 is coming to engulf us all.

What whimsy these decades predict
Textbook moods now follow derision,
Of all our conquests- unmet.

A desk- a hallway- windowed background
Glued particles dressed as faux champions
Frugality has driven decor.

Ode to those whose nod were in favor
Of pursuits that turned lips upwards
Nearer heaven and sunshine.

Stripped of 'best' when intention is mute
Clacking processional will not be derailed
To punch and punch on in honor of expectation.

Who am I today, 31 days from my 46th?
Moving upwards? Near enough to points of worth?
I had that 'face to face' I craved- now what?

Insignificant REM states deprive light
Of circular transgressions that throb alone
Impotence haunting slumber- pfffft.

Rest to wake to wake to tire- to lay again-
Alone, onto a nest of  pure function
Where once warm hands could lie.

10 Months Apart

Time marking moments
Events streaming, stamping memory
To eventual eradication
Of this- I understand.

Breadcrumbs to entries
Upon which fleeting moods tattoo media
Choice is overwhelming
Wealth of body and mind.

A new bag to travel with, a good man- related.
Tough and sturdy archives now swing
Hipside and fluently, hands frequently touch.
This profound documentary moving forward.

Brother, admiration flows
The greatness of years spill over
These energies we know- etched to bones
Widen the gate of where we go.

The toolkit is the stronghold
Of all newly born and known intention
Eager anxieties pool near knees and elbows
Awaiting the leap of achievement.

A cup with coins, and leaves for storage
Purified dreams float upwards
Distilled in the knowledge that soon
The weary traveler takes flight.

Dominican

Wednesday- a gifted treasure
Time home to plan anything
And nothing, if I so choose.

Mother returned to interactivity
Near 3 years- lost.
Promising and sweet, even in uncertainty
I recall her expressions.

Time and tone are changed
The opener has given brightest entry
To a New Year in unexpected joy!

A ring now found with shocked delight
With day 2 contemplation I am resting easy.
Another Coelho closed, quiet morning done right.

Widening Understanding is Understood.
As the smartest man I know roams in the Dominican,
I smile at continued fortitude,
And revel in our affinity.