Is this really writing
this bleeding heart drivel
seems to be so overplayed
like it is a losing battle.
Yet we cannot help but wait,
a moment some telling truth
would strike a battle upon
the very nature of, that truth.
Fear
Are we all just living our lives on the edge,
the salient mind can only once imagine,
the keys are held in the hands of a sage
always one step away, one grasp, a win.
Sonnet #18
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Random Memory
There was a time, I wrote with a fire. Cannot seem to find it of late. Seems I want to analyze everything, that I have done my whole life, but of late I am alone with it. I’m pretty sure it’s all been wasted time but I still live with it, every day of my life. What if life were filled with failures and I was traveling that road. Then I woke up.
Another day begun. A good coffee in the roll, hot water on, check weight, move to the bedroom, bed made, turn to robe, and click on heat. Now walk into the kitchen and find a cup of your favorite coffee awaiting you. Well, life seems pretty good at this point.
What shall my day be? Given I have gotten up late it has been a slow start. I chose a lot of sleep today, that will slow tomorrow. Time to be somewhat alert again, one of the quiet perks of living a retired sort of life. Zoom therapy to start the morning, then coffee with a close friend, and off to ski. I hope to be on my skis the majority of the day.
That’s how I plan my day. So, I clearly was not just in the now.
aquietwalk
Why I Would Post A War and Peace Anthem
I think the terms war and peace in the obvious sense are interchangeable. The fear though for me is that the meaning be misperceived by some of the readership. I choose my words carefully because I am in complete support of our armed forces. The sacrifices they have made for our personal freedom cannot ever be overlooked.
Times Like Now
I forget where I am
hand slides across cheek
eyes narrow on the paper
and the tides sweep.
Play with hair, caress …
a human
only realizes themselves
after a
moment
they call it only another
minute ago.
We all live inside the aquarium,
yeah, you know three squares,
we can all dance a little slower.
This is life
we make it create it
as I walk down the street I can sense all around me
a hope and prayer.
Times Like Now
Wait
Sits in a stupor worrying
only about wrongs, shame,
guilt.
All these powerful endeavors toward hell.
Current Things
I sometimes don’t know where I am going, and in the blink of an eye, my mind is somewhere else. I stand in my kitchen believing I can be a writer. I walk past my guitar believing I could be a musician. In a moment later, leaning against a counter now believing I am a fraud, writing will not happen and the guitar will collect dust. But pay attention to those last two comments. As I lambast myself a fraud, my last following phrases only speak of a negative reaction. If I tell myself those things, I am wanting them to manifest themselves. Am I trying to give myself a break, take the onus off me for not writing, not playing the guitar? My thoughts go everywhere.
Sometimes I Lose It
Sitting alone
letting observers smile
mingle,
toss their eyes across the room.
Swallow that energy
positive waves of who are we
moments,
yet sorrowful is loss,
moments.
Snowfall and Slides
An avenue of thought
would a night snowfall
allow the mind
to fly with the flakes
study the altitude.
Paper and a pen 