margin man
I am not the margin man
who squeezes
teases and lies
for all the percents he can
I am not shiny gold
waxed like a mirror
in the neighbor’s eye
it never gets old
I am not filled with acid
rage in the brain
I am not looking for pay back
wash away drain
I try to breath slow
thankful
I try to see both sides
listen
I try to embrace the journey
positive
I try to reach out
with purity of humanity…
alive
progress
no place to hide
nothing is safe now
its already inside
he died from the cow
we pollute our bodies
just like the environment
then they conduct studies
paid for by the government
you cannot drink the water
never have sex unprotected
you cannot eat the meat
the animal is infected
cannot swim in the ocean
no playing in the sand
there is too much radiation
buried under this land
not too much milk
mindful of all the germs
what will they do
when it gets in the sperm?
Friday Sunrise Eruption
6:42 am, 8-10-12, Deerfield Beach, FL
It’s like an explosion of morning sunrise awesomeness…
alive
awake like the first day
smile, breathe and see
stretch into morning
and the day yet to be
realize how lucky you are
another warm sunrise
hope to see the night
with the same sunrise eyes
let the petty thoughts go
different is not a crime
its not my store, bank or road
where I observe the angry minds
stop pointing at others
how they walk their life
the strange looking car
or how they dress their wife
appreciate the differences
a new day, a new toy
embrace the variety
and scatter your joy
R.W.E.
laugh at yourself
often and much
positive comedic relief
grumpy hearts to touch
wise professors learn my signals
even in flip-flops and shorts
intelligent conversations
relevant points and retorts
sand castles with the kids
high fives and scraped knees
run around with no age
hiding from my nephews in the leaves
I earned the praise
worked hard and true
moved on from the liars
false friends unlike you
stop and breathe the sunrise
appreciate nature’s tiny beauty
seek talent in the meek
help others find their duty
combine love for a gift
to carry on our name
a garden patch of knowledge
generational seedlings grow the same
teach the kids to play
stand up and live together
help one soul to the light
these efforts last forever
it is not about the masses
just one single grain on the beach
one mind you can help
build a bridge for better reach
then sit back on the porch of life
as ideas grow to be
I remember the valuable lessons
my father taught me
my fault
I messed up
I dropped the ball
I was not thinking
it’s all my fault
I say it all in jest
easier to get by
inside is a question
who am I?
maybe I need to look
study through another lens
and seek a new perspective
or soul to cleanse
maybe I really am wrong
not just an ignorant rant
hear the words of the song
slow down if you can’t
nature’s perfect chaos
smile at the imperfection
it’s not the end of the world
just time for a new direction
hope
lonely man
outstretched hand
silent mouth
headed south
vacant seat
people you meet
secret place
a happy face
warm meal
the anti steal
heart torn
spirit reborn
only son
fortunate one
absent frown
skills abound
eyes above
truth in love
no limit
no gimmick
now staying true
watch what he can do
me?
what people see
really is not me
different inside
lord knows I try
pulled between two extremes
I know what it all means
but instead I hide
perfect hair, fake “Hi”s
its just more easy
less they really see me
but I cannot regret at the end
I must write the letters I send
take the chance
open the door
the honest enhance
and there is more
open the closet of fear
wear what you thought they’d jeer
start to end the lie
a worker bee goodbye
leave the false friends
cash at ATM’s
the work in Orwell’s den
open the shades
sign your name
stand up without aide
of tricks to play the game
some will always betray
but pure self is strong
dark night is part of day
not always a happy song
feel the morning sun
in a pure soul of real
the fake facade undone
a smile only truth can feel
6 figures
Why do I need money?
Do I need to be rich?
Money is just paper,
materialism‘s bitch.
But to be rich at heart,
investing in my mind,
wisdom from listening
experience a lifetime.
Deposit hugs and love,
crayon drawings for the fridge.
Not sports cars and watches,
or the escorts I did.
I want to spend my love,
on family and friends.
Not at the mega mall
where the sale never ends.
I can be rich.
Rich with memories,
cashing out the wisdom
from all my life market receipts.
So,
why do I need the paper?
620 am
6-19-12, 620 am, GPS Lat: 26.61521, Long: -80.08196, hello world!!!
