grey skies, pt. 2

as days melt into the blur of time

i wake to darkness

and sleep away the light

fractions of seconds meld together

to paint the mess

i've learned to call life

all of which

makes the effort to make sense

somewhat maniacal

i recall vivid moments

when the static stopped

and clarity was taken for granted

definitive start and stop points

staked their claim on my psyche

the grey skies parted like a shutter

and the stain stamped the negative

then without warning or pause

the clouds conceded to chaos

eventual accumulation spawns surmise

i often ponder purpose

from genesis to finish

is this mire of my own doing

or am i part of the equation of we

in the distance, the ether flows

beckoning me to bathe

do i dive and dissolve

or flee for the faint hope of focus

manifesto

people say and people speak

i maintain until i change

we culminate in conversation

relationships come and go

it all defines us, as well as me

i proclaim ubiquity

until it affects me

selfish and heartless

are terms of endearment

caring and thoughtfulness

somehow become slurs

as cranial as i claim to be

incongruent becomes

another word that best describes me

broken and battered

most often by myself

i enjoy each day's lapses

if not to recapture the reason

then to capitulate with humanity

understanding i'm but a stain

on the overall picture of longevity

staycation

this was the result of a some self-talk. if you've never heard of a "staycation", it's time off w/ no plans, aside from enjoying the small things... such as sleeping in and letting phone calls go to voicemail. take today for example... which was the 4th day of my staycation... i slept until 11, spent a good majority of my day in bed, watching the battle between laziness and slumber, then moved the party to the couch for some r & r with Spike Lee and my friends hops and barley. many moments of inspiration, recollection, despair, and fortitude came and passed while i enjoyed 2 great films. whatever tomorrow brings, i'll embrace it with a vigor that came from the reality that then, now and everything in between is nothing more than a collection of moments. moments that paint a collage... a tapestry of life. i'll now step down and carry on with my piece.

for those stuck in the grind

and to those losing their minds

let me recommend a fix, a patch

something to tide one over

and assist you in collecting thoughts

if you got the time, take it

for those less unfortunate, fake it

but find a way to stay in bed

walk the streets of your town

do what it takes to gather one's self

for without one's self

we're no good to everyone else

we're awash in apocalypse

zombies serve us lunch

then leave us messages

we forget and overlook

the beauty of a sunrise

the serenity of a cool breeze

the reason to be and continue

reasons that continue

regardless of our participation

mirrors reflect but hide what others see

why can't everyone step outside

and allow themselves a chance to perceive