Life lessons followed by a 'sign'. my doves land before or after when change comes. I hear them from time to time coming in the distance. their 'distinctive' sound the flutter of their wings landing by poolside perching on the wrought iron fence drinking water from the bird bath hopping up on the block wall… Continue reading My secret sign
Don't Go to a Bar. you don't have to go that far. you'll find people like me there hiding behind thickened skins. don't get in a car. a bar is a bar is a bar... no matter if it's rock and roll, country or a classy piano bar. no one escapes the light of day… Continue reading Don’t Go to a Bar
I know others have had it tougher than I but, life is too hard for me in this big city lost in a multitude of men and machines we were born into this not of our own choice nor will... you see, I'm the sensitive one and no one understands that but me and you… Continue reading The big city guy who hanged himself (epitaph)
The wind blows in its own way it moves dead leaves as it wills. within the rhythm of nature therein lies its own music in celebration like raindrops pattering a baby's nurturing lullaby. lightening yawns a new waking day.
There is madness in those who love broken things broken people a world through their swollen eyes the road travelled no way to go home through all the magical and the terrible thorns the only thing some of us know is best left unfixed nothing there to love everything of which lies underneath to shun.
When I am with you my soul is content you are part of me your sky where birds glide your greenery where squirrels forage your earth where my feet walk you are heat you are cold your warm breeze flows through my heart your presence always bringing comfort and joy to my ever yearning soul.… Continue reading When I am with you
We walk our footsteps through the forest of life But, when we make a trodden path on nature's ground we then know which thoughts we must keep...
Fearless mimic teasing brain seismic gimmick eschew abstain withhold refrain running main frame masters gators restless erasure limited stature lost nature canteen dry dried tears cried strong red sky long baked bones thousand flies dusted dread hollowed head emptied eyes earthen bed hawks dive rabbits flee hallowed ground hour three.
It is precisely when I realize something I didn't see before. it is in that moment I am searching for answers I know only god knows. The time is when I think somehow I have been bequeathed special knowledge delivered by a feeling inside. something unexpected revealed. and, then somehow I feel duped, fooled and… Continue reading Something I didn’t see before
Easter. it's how you like it.