Tired Of These Silver Gray Days

Another gray day just like yesterday

And the day before

Makes me wonder if it’s a sign of decay

If we’ll ever learn the way

Just like London

Everyday begins gloomy in the morning and

Later the sun comes out to play

Then by afternoon goes away

Everyday it rains like here in New York City

Watch silver skies and overcast

Stare out the plate glass window in dismay

While I sit and crochet

Imagine living in a chalet on Hudson Bay

Made of stone and glass,

Fine walnut cabinets with stained glass doors

Pull out drawers throughout

Sun streams through my sun porch

When it rains, I close the glass doors and watch

Fine sprays of rain descend

Dream I’m a millionaire – I’ve spent that much

Gypsies believe if you’ve spent a million you are one

A blue jay flies by in 45-degree December

My thoughts stray,

Want to defray the cost of living

Wonder how those worse off pay

Bills in a place so ill the rent’s

Three times higher than salary

Wealthy connive to create anarchy
Pray USA's working poor will survive

The Absence Of Love Yields Hate

Comingle on the corner doorstep

Fate sleeps late at the abyss

Rancid denial of Beelzebub

Waltzes through my brain

Rotting flesh of my bones

Insane in my tomb.

Cell phone rings abruptly

Disrupts me, tear open envelope

Desires, hurts, anger, fear, lust animates me.

She sent outdated information

On purpose to distract me

Life turned to dust

Parked on side streets

Lost causes, and dust

Doubt and drivel hammered in mistrust.

Places fraught, caught naked

Imagination outrun by freedom

cause reductions in usable space.

Distraught and overwrought

Enervated and prostrated

Freedom overrides me

Seek relief, use a cast iron weight

Knock some sense into my head

Whack me into oblivion

All the accusations are true

Guilty as charged

Agree there’s demise in society

Refuse to confess

Turn to empty unpaid banks

Paid in full with retribution

No balance left

Evil can not be undone

Love will not be outrun

Evil never lets go

Love cannot be undone

Evil cannot be out run

Love refuses to be undone

Questions answer questions

Driven to distraction

Sessions single suppressions

Deny any ism is my obsession

Denial analogous to confession
Love's absence insures hate's continuation

*  This time of year drives me to be sad and thoughtful. That combined with all the daily chores and bullshit makes me mad, because I freedom lives in my heart yet I remain prisoner to society too. 

You know how yelp and google are supposed to let you express yourself about any business? Well it's absolutely a farce. Google reviews censored my recent review of Candle Cafe West. Yelp censored my review of a outpatient mental health clinic. This is very disappointing. After Yelp removed my review - they removed all the other reviews of The Post Graduate Mental Health Clinic. 

What does this have to do with my poem? I don't know.

I do know the drive to be free drives me to write as it does to think, consider and design. I write and write and write. It is what writers do. I also do many other things to express myself. I design jewelry, designed my apartment makeover myself, I crochet hats (haven't done knitting in a while) paint, draw and take interesting photos plus, most importantly, I do my rants and raves and poetry. 

You know how yelp and google are supposed to let you express yourself about any business? Well it's absolutely a farce. Google reviews censored my recent review of Candle Cafe West. Yelp censored my review of a outpatient mental health clinic. 

Happy holidays and love to all