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Adventure, Tidings, Verse
musings from a illogical mind
You might think there's a second chance
Knock at my door and expect a laugh
Forty odd years and a photograph
Every moment is its own last dance
Cap May Christmas
Summer 2007
Look to this day
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course lie all the
Realities of your existence.
The bliss of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendor of beauty.
For yesterday is only a dream
And tomorrow is only a vision.
But today well lived,
Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,
Every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day.
-Ancient Indian poem translated from Sanskrit and sent to be by my friend
Amish Buggy
God made a little gentian -
It tried - to be a rose -
And failed - and all the summer laughed -
But just before the snows
There came a purple creature -
That ravished all the Hill -
And summer hid her forehead -
And mockery - was still -
The frosts were her condition -
The Tyrian would not come
Until the North - invoked it -
Creator - shall I - bloom?
-Emily Dickinson
Summer 2006
A Kiss
A kiss is the same as a sigh
A sigh is a longing to be more
More fulfillment
More action
More substance
More heartache
A symbol bound to doing
An expression tied to care
A yearning beyond moving
This is why we dare
A twist, a lie, a kiss, a sigh
Allow for this and do not die
Amish Country, PA - Late July 2006
"To arrive at what now you do not enjoy you must go where you do not enjoy. To reach what you do not know you must go where you do not know. To come into possession of what you do not have you must go where now you have nothing."
-St. John of the Cross
Knoebels Amusement Park - Mid June 2006
I been to the country
the wild, wild country
I been to the country
and I saw me a cowboy
I saw me a cowgirl
they saw me and then
I fly away
A West Coast Reverie - Early May 2006
Sunset at 8000 Feet
Unhappening
On a winter's day
In the month of May
All my dreams will come true
On a winter's day
In the month of May
It will never happen to you
A Striking Sunset
Regret
She read my letter
I should have known better
to write of regret
she's walking away
I want to go back
to the moment she read that
my love was a candle
then maybe she'd stay
My Good Dog Valerie - March 2006
Into The Dippered Night
The planet is twinkling out -
Fading, fading slowly evaporating into the dippered night
Gleamed so -
Earlier eve
When life star began its departure
Barely perceptible
Sliver of time
Diminish altering
Orbit of eve's greatest light but
Moon than sister orb hides her face
Northly angle rising view
Encounter bold studs arranged as a ladle
Darkness now surrounds
Chilling, cloaking what hours earlier seemed bright
Ah, but the heavens -
Iridescent
Revealed to the nth degree in the dippered night
The Gates - February 2005
A grand, warm winters days perfect for a stroll through Central Park, NYC. Contrast, color, conversation – that’s what it’s all about.
Fancy Random
Feeling cheated, scared, let down
Sacred beliefs violated
Youth's joys dissipated
Aged wisdom past
Cheap plain impersonal trinkets clutter my way
Random unconnected cruel circumstance obfuscates once clear plans
Replaced by unanswered questions and quixotic thoughts
Who shares my weariness, this arbitrariness punctures credo
Stand against gravity
The weight eventually destroys you
Head held high against sirocco
Soon covered by sand
Challenge leviathan
Sleep in Davy Jones's locker
Face Vulcan
Ashes dust and nothing more
Red lights drive discourtesy, monkey in a tree
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