As I Tweet

I tweet to you as I am
as I check the trends
You may block me for spam
or retweet to your friends

I may post a facetious comment
I'm just being a wag online
Don't be misled
I may get into an argument
But we're likely still aligned
outside that thread

('As I Am' Twitter edition)

Prompt - connection through music

Music is that wondrous salve
that bobs in a prim jazz hall
shrieks from the rim of a stage
'n' weeps on a dim back porch

The Ultimate Judo Move

 The ultimate judo move is to not let your nihilism lumber you down but lift you up.

"Is that some sort of Eastern thing?", the Dude asks 😛

I Wish I Could Have My Sun Back

I wish I could have my sun back
bask again in its nourishing rays
But I have learned many a new fact
My sun's just one among many in space

I wish I could carry on around my sun
with that old confident gait
But the twinkling points afar do beckon
I drift, pitiful pockmarked planet
doomed forever to be on the run
never settling into 'nother orbit

Bring It On

I don't know how I came by it
I don't know how long it'll stay
But I sure as hell can't deny it
It just feels amazing this way!

Anything I set my mind to
I believe is doable
The world no longer seems
a series of obstacles
Nowhere man, 
the world is at your command, 
Ah, la, la, la, la!

Here and Gone

Shadows parade
across a pool of light
before they fade
back into yawning night

The stars disengage
flying out to the seams,
receding afterimages
in the flush of a dream

The Window Has Become A Mirror

The cars scurry

across my blank gaze

as I sip my coffee

braced against the rails

My mind hushes

after a long day at work

As the traffic rushes

my bus pulls up to the curb

A wave of fatigue

that starts from my curled feet

closes my heavy eyelids

and I collapse into my seat

***

It is dark outside;

the window has become a mirror.

I have a quick bite

and head on back from the diner.

Nighthawks by Edward Hopper

***

A wave of energy

that swells up from down below

lifts me up bodily

and dumps me outside my door

My head throbs

like the flies atop the lone lamp posts

as I round the blocks

deserted but for any damned souls

My thoughts race

the regrets, worries, sighs

and I steel my face

with resolutions renewed every night