Toby contemplating life

a tent
men reside
her stride
peer inside
the rubble
left behind.

(*my intention is never to bash mankind or any particular belief unless and only if it is detrimental to personhood.  And even if a belief harms another it does not mean the philosophy, psychology or religion is at fault.  Deep inside we all are flawed.  End up harming another in some way.  We can be versatile, possess world views similar in outcome and remain miles apart.  Many have felt a belief to be true but have witnessed the belief perverted for personal gain.  Even that thought, perverted and true, will rumble together and result in individual outcomes.  The world is simply love but exists in never-ending controversy.  We are complicated poets.  All of us.)

design (house)

Marshall Indiana

I have driven past this house many times and incessantly thought I need a picture.  I did not stop to take this but snapped it with my phone as I drove by.  What interests me?  The sign that says “Stay Out”?  The curtainless windows that dare you to look inside despite the warning?

As i walk past the (homeless) man on the city street, i wonder is he wearing the same paint on his face as the abandoned house in Marshall?  They both donning a few remaining scrapes of lead paint since banned in 1970’s.  With regards to both house and man, i keep my distance.  I want to know more.  What keeps me from doing otherwise?

The thoughts don’t stop.  What child existed to dream behind the front door and where now?  What is the purpose of the back door, a passage to hidden rooms, guarded with a key to keep the secrets?  And how many winds were allowed to blow through the panes of glass to freshen the trapped stale living room air?  Are there dead lying there, propped in a chair?

What person have i banned from my life?  The windows to my mind closed and a sign erected “Stay Out!”  J💛

Give the world a minute…

via Daily Prompt: Relieved

is it any wonder
any wonder at all
the world has but a minute,
left bombarded
by incessant needs
and empty words.
hear the opinions fall
not as wishing stars
but bitching clouds
that hover over us all?

i am not relieved
that we profess
to be more caring
because after all
the witch has a new face.
our careless reactions
are but ways
to make ourselves
feel better in a world
that never changes, ever.

When I go to a concert I do not want to be preached at and as much as I enjoyed the music I did find myself alienated by political sanctimonious diatribes. Actions do speak louder than words and if we each gave a little more love we would prove our sincere intentions to cover sins with grace.

Up next, U2 The Joshua Tree Tour September 10 and FARMAID September 16 with Neil Young, Dave Matthews and many more musicians to like…

Street life


If you are ever in the River West neighborhood visit Windy City Cafe at the corner of Milwaukee Ave and May Street.  The food is absolutely phenomenal.  Their biscuits and gravy with fried chicken, fruit plate and banana nut bread french toast….oh my.  I am positive anything on their menu is worth trying.  Happy travels, J