Palindrome O Wrong Is Right O Palindrome

  Bruised and flawed.                    
Imperfection in only perfection.
Sadness and truth.                              
Belief in it's question.                          
Dawn before dark.                              
Sweet and tart.                                    
Finding in it's mark.                            
 Heart beating tunes from behind.  
Sounds then inundate,                      
permeate that bones so rattle.        
Clicking and clicking,
tapping and wheeling around.
Chairs facing northern stars.
Decks stained brown.
Shades in light coffee filtered.
Wilted sun and brooding so high up.
Angels touched by blindness.
Fields vibrant in summer walking.
Cent and sense common place.
Again running inside carousel's.
Candy cotton in youth.
Simply so life travels.
Him or her each born one.                                    

  One born each her or him.
Travels life so simply.
Youth in cotton candy.
Carousel's inside running again.
Place common sense and cent.
Walking in vibrant fields.
Blindness touched by angels.
Up high so brooding and wilted sun.
Filtered coffee light in shades.
Brown stained decks.
Stars northern facing chairs.
Around wheeling and tapping,
clicking and clicking.
Rattle so bones that permeate,
Inundate then sounds.
Behind from tunes beating heart.
Mark it's in Finding.
Tart and sweet.
Dark before dawn.
Question it's in belief.
Truth and sadness.
Perfection only in imperfection.
Flawed and bruised.
                                                                                    (6-4-10)

Batty Hat's Are Keeping Me Sane, And Feels Like Home

 A time of quiet tranquility. Every step taken is a step closer to peace, and to home. While the saying goes "Home is where you hang your hat.". I have many hats. I like collecting them and have a great many. I even have a mustard colored derby, that my wife hates. I really do like the way an old hat feels. I will say my wife and kids keep me sane by driving me batty. I would be lost without them.
      It makes a travelling soul wonder, where has it been? What has it seen? There is a sudden chill, and hand attempting to hold my hand, and caressing my arm. It's kinda creepy at first then more reassuring than anything. Well not completely sane. Today is a kinda day to leave my hat right where it is. It a deep breath into a foray I never quite get right, but still worth the effort. So if you see me. I look like anybody else, and we all do everyday. In camouflage and with great strength to try to get it right in every way.

Mahalo.

Grandfathers Time Is Light

   Firelight to walk by,
moonlight to be shy by.
Burn, burn in the daylight.
Wind at twilight,
is barbed, and biting.
    Skin is cracking,
at grandfather's clocks ticking.
Creeping shadows are bending,
with aged back.
    Stiff cane are sturdy like
the mountain trees, they come from.
    Starling eyes gaze into
the grandfather's bronze arms.
Into the twelve held close.
The grandfathers time is light.                                 (10-10-09)

Real

   Blow away, blow away.
Birds that bother me.
Finding a new face.
In my mirror, very strange,
very much, the stranger.
I see what is, and
in the reflection's eyes.
A backwards, what could be.
Breath deep,
in the what coulds.
Brisk in talk, and
in stuttering walk.
Find me, find me.
    I have yet to see,
the real me,
reflected
back at me.

A Love Poem For All You Having A Crappy Day "In Love True Touches"

   True in life and love.
Between the stars, lights fare.
Ever be in love with me,
will see.
What truth will be,
to me.
In hearts truth belove.
Belongs only, to you and me.
So long as love,
will be.
True to you and me.                                            (6-28-10)

Mice Are Killing Me And My Pex "CAT AHOY!!"

    Today, I found out most of my brand new plumbing of 8 years. It has been eaten through by mice. I'm thrilled to say that by poisoning them they have chosen to chew through my pex water-lines to get to the water. I probably brought this unto myself with the poison. I'm now going to go to more traditional way, "le kitty" I hope it to purr for the kids and play with them and my dogs. "please cat, kill, kill like the wind" say's I, disgruntled Pex pipe owner, and now cat owner as well. To all you Pex owners DO NOT POISON THE RODENTS!! It will cost you in the end.

P.s. I hate mice, and pex, the cheapest shit you can buy. Hurrah!

The Problems With Preaching: I Sometimes Do And I'm Sorry, But

    I have tried almost everything in the last dozen years. This is a hard illness to pin down. It's not possible without help to make it even tolerable, believe me I know. I go through the mental gymnastics required on a daily basis. I have to work hard to root out the sneaky ideas and harebrained beliefs. It's a mental war and I've fought this disorganized thought process with a surprisingly effective upbringing. A split between stubbornly organized as well as acceptive disorganization. It's weird, but it works for me.
    I can't stress enough about finding a solid grounding person or person. It has to be someone you see regularly, and trust implicitly. I know I'm preaching to the choir, but this has helped for myself. It may work for you, or maybe you already have a system that works. Go with it. If it works in our differently thinking minds positively, go with it. My wife is a good indicator. She can pretty much tell the bad days from good. It helps a lot. Done preaching, sorry about that.

Mahalo.