...known

Sunday ends in familiar tones 

The abode, dutifully open for inhabitants 

Who sleep to dream to rise and make ready 

A life of welcome change. 

The greenery, happy to hear our sounds

And the inanimate contents, made ready

For use in the home we've built and known. 

Launching...

Finality forming, by

Automated triggering.

The dump of my earned remains-

Clarify much.

Light blows open the status

Of the beginning of: The Where To-

From 'Here'.

Excitedly eager

To climb sturdy ladders

That lead to an infinity

Of yet, untapped wealth.

With value grown, and confidence ushering

I return to begin the finalizing

Of books that are begging for closure.

The Future, launching...

Ratio

 San Antonio, Texas...

And Hatch chili peanuts.

Gas, still under $3 a gallon

This State, a State worth knowing.

I am recognizing this gorgeous place

As I drive back in the path I know well.

The vast expanse is promoting itself

In unabashed tones of Freedom.

Space. To breathe, To move, To elevate

Pursuit of dreams made whole.

I am eager to claim my plot of this story

And drive hard to the mark of Change.

Ready

Willing

Excitedly able.

Midnight oil burns through morning

And on through each mile that we pass.

2022 sees a ratio of gain

That I WILL obtain.

NOW

Value

 Unseen understanding

Tangible, emotional currency

The value of which is traded 

Without trace,

Makes this form of living,

Sublime.

With Love.

 I sit here in Texas

Aware of the time

As the world swarms slowly

In hastened momentum.

California again soon,

To make decisions that lead,

Elsewhere.

This is a good life, 

A blessed life,

A gifted existence.

To be free to choose

To choose wisely,

Based on the wisdom

Of all my experience.

Intermediate life,

You are a good life.

Thankful for the powers that Be,

And the God that has been

Walking beside me

Listening to me,

And guiding my light.

Filled to the brim

With Love.

High Wattage

 Inevitably, the time comes

To involuntarily drag me through the urge.

The pristine flavor of untouchable, 

Devours me.

Practiced

 How long have I walked with words that have ailed me?

I think to utter and prop up my bones in doing so,

But the dig into my very being, incurs remittance.

What words can I find now, to crack these practiced codes

Entering into a better bargain to sate the days as they pass?

The voice is crowded with frustration that seethes and moans of monotony

I must better serve my posterior for when it surges forward

The need to have acted on foresight will then be put to the test

And questioned in detail for what may have gone overlooked.

I want to then counter with 'no stone unturned' and revel in preparedness.

I am hunting for worth and Steppenwolf, to tally the marks I have carved

To inspect and deliver the prognosis for which I must deter.

Lengthier meaning, longer streams of thought,

May they begin to coach stealthier practices and evacuate the tight, terse twine

That I have been weaving along my interior 

To brace the emotional hernias that puncture through from practiced restraint.

Necessary, practiced restraint.