Smile

Nothing is more brilliant

Than the human smile

A significant expression

That expresses joy

And connection in

The human condition

Shared between

Loves

Friends

Family

Complete strangers

The radiance of

The human smile

Has a glow that

Outshines the sun

Those who are truly

Alive know

The Value of the smile

And grin frequently

I will smile at you

Naturally you will

Smile back

Joy is our most

Pure form

The littlest among you

Know this truth

As their faces show

Smile and the world

Smiles with you

Its only natural

Let it shine

Like the heavens above

You are a piece

Of natural love

I am going to smile

Each day

I wont allow them

To take it away

Here is my smile

That tells you

I love you

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Airport Delivery

17 hours of flight time                                                                                                  

Feeling the freedom of VFR                                              

I have touched the skies

Light bulbs at the airport

That familiar smell of

Exhaustion and excitement

The hugs embrace as

Experience gives way

To loss and gain

I love this place

A purgatory of

Human beingness

A feeling of escape

Of adventure

Of life and pain

Hop onto the next plane

And find yourself

In some strange land

I don’t have a boarding pass

Driving away

Welcome to Utah

I have more lights

To deliver

Friday Poem

The day of the week

Gives bounce to steps

The cheerful worker can relax

7 hours on the road

Blissfully watching TV

As the music is pounded into me

Liquid protein for lunch

Walking around the tools

That give neighbors the means

To kill other neighbors

 Love the sound they make

As gravity is suspended

The lift drag ratio exceeded

Rushing around

The yellow of the clip board

Giving purpose and way

NPR telling me what may

A simple driver I am

Give us 4 billion years

When our galaxy’s merge

Intertwining the center

Into a new pattern

With a new shape and splendor

Potential field trip

The cone of the engine

An engineering feat

It does inspire

Planes in my game room

Will be in my classroom

I sit and drift off

I want to make a difference

It’s a life style

Mosquito

The echo howls through halls

While a question is purposely ignored

Trying to keep face

While strangers listen to problems

 

A simple solution would be simple

However non existent

As the words contained herein

Are deep and meaningless

Finding fulfillment in the mundane

Distraction of movies and sound

Driving lights to the population

To brighten their day without smile

A jogger that is too full to run

Is bitten by misquotes to feed their young

Books that must be read

And lectures that must be addressed

When will the energy come

To soundly rest?

This meaningless poem

Finds its way to the internet

To a blog

To your computer

And if the poet is any good

Into your thoughts

 And once into your thoughts

Assuming the poem is any good

Which we know is not

Will you not eat its content?

And if you do not drink of its meaning

What is the purpose behind the words?

May be the poet is just full of hypocrisy

And like the mosquito

 He feeds it to his young

Sunday Morning Anxiety

NO INHALATION

BREATHING OF LABOR AND LITTLE

OF DRAGONS SMOTHERING IN FIERY SMOKE

NERVES SHAKING

LIKE ORANGE WAR TORN HANDS

OF SOLDIERS SMILING WITH DEATH

THE DESTRUCTION OF THE HOMELAND

CONFUSION OF KNOWING

WHAT YOU WANT TO DO

WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT TO DO

THE ABILITY TO WAGE A HAZARDESS LIFE STYLE

THE TRAIN SPEEDS EVER

FASTER AND FASTER

WITH NO DESTENATION JUST

A RUSH FOR arrival

ARRIVAL SHALL NEVER arrive

THE DEEPENING LOSS OF

CONSTRICTED LUNGS SHALL GIVE WAY

TO MEDIOCRITY AND HARSHNESS

THE ARM PITS BURN

WITH EXPECTATIONS

DESIRE AND DREAD

SOON IT IS TIME TO LISTEN

STOP DREAMING

CONDITIONED TO  FOLLOW ORDERS

AND GET TO WORK

Bleeding Time

Nervous shakes

Murphy’s law

Why cant we all

Just get along?

Past on watches

Still ticking away

The seconds that give

To the end of the day

Hurting bones

And cracked lips

What will it take

To get a chocolate chip?

Broken parts

And lost art

Cant I get a minute

to release this worrywart

Time bleeds away

Any hope to fall

The delayed decay

That will consume us all

I pray to you

The god behind the church

That we may all get through

This without too much hurt

Existential Crises

It can’t be a midlife crises

Expiring at fifty two

I hope I have something to offer

to you

What to present the world?

What value to bring to your life?

What gifts may I wrap?

What is the significance?

The purpose behind the living?

The light in the shadows?

The godhead becoming?

Finding meaning and purpose

A life quest

Dead in the grave

What shall I leave behind?

To be or not to be?

Am I or am I not?

To live or to not?

There are many robots

Is it enough to be a good person

Nice to all that you can be?

Is it enough to live every day to its fullest

To have a worth while experience every minute?

Is it enough to understand?

There truly is no point?

The universe is not personal?

Is god truly dead?

Or are we the aged and decrepit?

Unable to feel

Too fat to swim

To hooked to move

I am a blip

So fast yet infinite

Is there an echo?

Pain and pleasure

Disgust and beauty

Damage and revitalization

I hope I didn’t wound you

Asserting existence

The land of should

Has fallen away

The dragon has been cut

Its scales shed

The camel births a lion

Falling down

Up and sideways

Drowning into

The bright center

Is there a difference between

Destiny and catastrophe?

Is it that individual?

Or is it reflection?

Narcissistic manifestation

I can’t stand hypocrites

I pray to god

I am to deaf to hear an answer

Teach me how

To be like you

Follow every rule

Bursting bubbles in the hall

With no room to hear the fall

Can you help me?

I am not my wear

I am not my body

My body is the temple

Of my essence

If you are to judge me

Judge me by my smile

The brown glair of my being

If I am to judge you

I hate to judge you

I am a hypocrite

What I Believe in

I believe in wakening up on Saturday mornings

With nothing to do

But to feel the cold breeze

From an open window

While feeling the warmth of your own body

Under the lavender scented blanket

I believe in sunshine

The warmth and light

That warms your body

Enlightens your heart

And feeds your soul

I believe in the food of music

I eat it up

An album is like a banquet

Every note a different flavor

To be devoured and savored

I believe in human connection

The desire to truly know someone

To share who you are with another

To be there for one and other

Through bliss and pain

Through sun and rain

I believe in perfection that is not perfect

That life is truly wonderful

That suffering and pain

Make way to luminous days

That our darkest moments

Will make or break us

I believe in destiny that is shaped by free will

That our path is

 Like a colorless coloring book

It is up to us to choose which crayons to paint the picture

I believe in education

To try to understand

All that you can understand

Knowing that you can truly understand

Nothing

I believe in the human condition

The unsure self becoming aware

Of its self

And of others

And the relationship it is with

Each other, the world, and the universe

I believe in you

In being your self

The candle shining its light

Illuminating the darkness around it

Not afraid to be who you are

Giving others the taste of your individuality

So that they can find their own individuality

We are like a symphony

We must play our own melody

That is in harmony with the whole