We're here and it's Now!

Darkened skies filled with crescent moons
sunlit days brushed with the scent of burgundy leaves that must!
quiet tires splashing down the road
the zen meditator and his fulfillment of the Koan
mornings beautiful and mournings that march on
raining and it's peaceful people and their equals
sequels that steal the initiative of the first cycle
flares and the runway, and 51's aircraft
witchcraft, islam, christianity and buddhism
a mechanism for fueling the spirit within
akin to chagrin and the energy to let me begin
the day, the gray, and the ability to find a new way
a recipe, the registry, and the concept that beckons me
miles of pipe and oil that's ripe. to their delight
they ask to drill where what dwells is wildlife.
the snide, the gripe, and the flight from strife
it's life, it's abundance, the triumphant reluctance

the falls they trickle and global warming, it's our "pickle"
futile to feel our volatile yearnings
destructive forces and the need for quarterly earnings
the firefighter who must pierce the burning buildings
war, infighting, and the perilous fate of a two party system..
a sigh, a cry, and a jovial existence
insistence on resistance it's abstinance is resilient
paintings that penetrated and soaked in like a sponge
the 90's were the way for generation x and grunge...
it's a mixture and we are all the fixtures which
occupy the space provided. for man its nature he has to confide in
for reflection it's the train in which we all ride in
derision, precision, the razor's edge, the surgeon's incision
decisions, divisions, there's constant revision
volcanoes, earthquakes, poker, and high stakes
for the surfer, the shark, and his future, it's stark
Hemingway, his writings, beautiful and dark
such is a day of a life in which to remark......