Boy oh Boy

And so the next time I-passed-by
I gave her more distance.
And she stayed where she was.

The first time, i ran her off,
And I saw that she was uncomfortable;
That I’d encroached on her space.

Did she see me as just passing by,
On a well worn path,
That I walk every day?

Did she feel threatened?
Did she blame me for it?
Or, did she simply react
Without judgment?

I’m not sure that others are so thoughtful and considerate;
Like I find myself in other people’s world; a nuisance and someone to point the finger at, as if I’m always walking on eggshells and the one taking the high road; like others are entitled to behave like children; like growing up has meant something entirely different to me.

How was your day?

What can I say?
It’s been a hell of a day.
Some good and bad.
How was yours?

If I was a drinkin’ man
I’d be hittin’ the fridge
And-crackin-open
That-first-bottle of Coors.

But, I’m not. I don’t drink.
And-I-have-time for a chat.
Wanna talk? Or-do-you-not really care?

How was your day(?),
Is a nice thing to ask.
But, don’t bother asking
With that stupid blank stare.

Change Your Behavior

Unreal
How-far-apart
We-seem-to-be
In-our-minds.

Layers
And context
And stories
Of all kinds.

Perspectives
And focus;
Attention,
Here and there.

It’s when we focus
On others
That that we show
That we care.

So, try dropping your thinking,
And learn just to be.
With attention on others.
And just see what you see.

Observing’s the practice.
Non reaction’s the game.
If you try this, I promise,
You won’t be the same.

You’ll be growing awareness
Of what life reallly is;
A blessing to live.
You’re a child of His.

Coronavirus Blessing

Some space from eachother
Is just what we needed.
Like we’re a-part-of-a-machine
That’s become overheated.

It’s a chance to step back
And for us all to reflect.
To evaluate self
And to consider neglect.

Now, closer with family,
And work in its place.
We all can revisit,
That which we chase.

As it was we woke up,
And rejoined the grind,
Mindless behavior
Leaving values behind.

Like we’re now waking up,
Each day more tuned in.
To what’s really important.
The chance to begin.

A new path is here;
A new day to do right;
To be mindful of others;
To choose not to fight.

Because the roles we’ve been playing
Within the machine?
It’s time to check the engine.
It’s not running clean.

So what is your part?
What will you do?
It’s a chance to make change.
To thine own self be true.

And if we are
We’ll come through this much stronger.
Cleaner parts
Means the engine lasts loner.

We know this is true.
That we each play a part.
We need everyone’s best,
And that it come from the heart.

One love, together.
It starts now at home.
Minding right now.
Leave the BS alone.

Selling 101

You must face the facts
And play the game.
Make them think you’re impressed
And say their name.

It’s their favorite word.
And, let them talk about “I”.
They’ll then find the like you
And won’t even know why.

This is sales 101,
And how to win a friend.
It’s not manipulation,
But a means to an end.

Most try to convince others
That they know what’s right,
Which is saying, “you’re wrong”,
Which leads to a fight.

In other words,
If you want in their door,
Allow them to believe
That they know more.

And, you know where they hurt,
But don’t point it out.
Allow them to reveal it,
A Must! Have no doubt!

I imagine the “experts”,
Judging my work.
Reading my writings.
“Who is this Jerk?”

What is his background?
Is this worthy of merit?
They’ll see it as trash,
But it’s possible they share it.

Look at this writing.
What do you think?
I found it impressive.
It speaks to the brink.

The unknown world.
The perspective’s unique.
I like the style,
But there are some things I’d tweak.

As an expert and critic;
A judge and a leader.
He likely seeks fault;
His job as a reader.

So what makes great work?
There’s a system in place.
Is recognition the goal?
Is that what we chase?

As writers we think,
And we deliver impressions.
But what and for who?
Am I a teacher with lessons?

We ARE Different

We might see the same thing,
But not the same way.
Just look at our actions
And-what each of us say.

The things I consider
As time passes by
Are undoubtedly different,
But we don’t quite know why.

At least not in the moment.
We’ve different roles.
And we’re trapped within systems
That are riddled with holes.

So we fight for ourselves,
And against eachother,
Where there’s a fine line between
Enemy… and brother.