The Simple Voice

my my my

how it’s been some time

since i took the, well, uh time

to rhyme

so shall we rhyme?

or rhyme we shall?

i cannot tell

oh well

oh how the universe speaks in strange ways…

MUNCH, CRUNCH, LUNCH 

i’m a stress eater

when i’m stressed

my hunger is

insatiable!!!

munch, crunch, lunch

i’m a stress eater…

when i’m not stressed

my cup is always full

and i am sure not to let it overflow

the lid that holds the jam, jelly, or preserves of my brain

has once again jarred

and i had the same response

anger, euphoria, irritation, loss of short term memory…

although the lid is tighter than the last

i wonder why this has happened yet again

guess it’s time to slow down again

the mechanical animals creep at this time

some nose to end, others but a few feet apart

“creepin’ and crawlin’

snoop doggy doggin’ in the”

traffic and taking so long to get to the house

the deepest darkest place in my being

a place I once dwelled too often

is dark, but the realization has come

that it is still light

with its many shades of grey,

a lot of black,

and some white

but still: light

I have often asked

as many before me have:

why is there suffering?

now, I ask:

why do I feel so alive,

when I go to that deep, dark place

with its many shades of grey,

a lot of black,

and some white

but still: light

or

still: life…

the mechanical

wind is very, very loud

(and freezing balls)

my dreams dance at night…

the characters: my loved ones, my friends, my subliminal criminals who come forth to tell a tale that’s been long written with rewrites as we speak with pen strokes of our choices that lie upon the paper that is our breath…

What means “no-thing”?

Neither is it positive or negative.

Nor is it good or bad

Either that or it is all of the above…

The carousel spins

To a halt between the sheets

That has held our ride