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 Nov 2015 g clair
Nat Lipstadt
Nat Lipstadt     3 hours ago

your answer to my caring but simple "checking in with you" inquiry, overwhelmed me and I have required days to fully comprehend the textured life of a man who see everything in color combinations that deserve recording in whatever medium his heart chooses. Time was needed, time to summon up the courage to reply with smithy-crafted, wright-shaped words that honor your honed skill.

my heart is gladdened by your inescapable ability (no, you cannot escape it) to perceive the values of life external and internal, that make your poetry a symbolic representation of all that is fine in the most aweome title that one can award ones self, human.

I am well aware that life has never given you a flush in the cards you were dealt. Nonetheless in e v e r y word you have written you have betrayed yourself as a loving man, appreciative of nature's gifts, and reenforcing them with fresh perspectives.

i make no pretense anymore; all poetry writing is a personal ledger kept, by which we daily, almost constantly, measure ourselves and record the small moments that sum up who we were, are and who we desire yet to be. Thus, indifference by others, no matter why, oft leads to a misleading sense of lesser self worth.

I well recall years ago reading your poetry here and ******* air in gulps as I basked in your lush attentiveness to the world in which we co-exist.
I even praised myself, by keeping your company.

You do not seek praise for self, but our shared gods have made our paths cross, so that like Abraham arguing with God not to destroy the evil cities of ***** and Gemorrah, if he can but find even just ten worthy men, so do I pray to anything, anyone, anywhere, I pray, if almost for selfish reasons, that your urge to write, to share, to see beyond the loveliest surfaces of our world and let others rest upon them, and to gift them to an almost,  undeserving  but needy world, never finds the Isle of Surcease.

If one man presses his claims upon the scales that judge your life, then all the weight of worth I load upon one side, in your favor, to beg you, let this single man's devotion to your cause, living with all the good and the sad that is therein contained, be sufficient to persuade that you must never suffer easily the delusion that your poetry is lacking  in any manner to prevent your sharing.

If not here,
then tell me where we can find each other's "instant messages" of recorded moments, that you uniquely supply.

I cannot ever obtain a good understanding of your perfect storm of the last seven years, but what you shared here and in every word you have ever writ, like my prayer here and the ones I have yet to utter, let them all, letter by letter, rise thru and up like the mists of dawn, travel gently upon the slow currents of our rivers, to reach you well received and by any deity,  willing to let us lend a hand.

Re demons, we defeat them or at least negate them, even temporarily through writing. Another reason to share your work, if even one sole solitary reader, gasps for air when reading you, if but one sheds tears at the human kindness you to continue to disclose in the quilt of quality of your works, to lift one soul's weighted-down heart, you have to, must,
feel obligated to share.

I have no more words to plead, so I will arrogant demand of you to accept this one fan, one devotee, one lover of your skill at capturing and then releasing, your words ever glow in this man's essence, as both necessary and sufficient.

forever yours,

nml
My message to another poet whose work was simply magnificent, but who has ceased to post and woefully, has deleted too many...

October 23, 2015

5:30 am
Here we lie beneath the poppies
Blowing in the Flanders air
Do not forget our sacrifice
Do not forget that we were there

Young men forged in heat of battle
Neighbors, brothers, sons
Lost in time, with just our markers
Lost to lie, beneath the sun

Remember us as men of valor
Remember what we came to do
We came, and died, do not forget us
We gave our lives up, just for you

Forget us not, beneath the poppies
Where the sky is no longer dark
Remember us as long dead heroes
We came, we fought, we left our mark

Forget us not, please pass the torch on
Forget us not, more than this day
Forget us not, we were all soldiers
And we remain so....all the way!!!

Forget us not....
 Nov 2015 g clair
dusk
me and you
 Nov 2015 g clair
dusk
today i listened to a song
that you once called "our song"
and it reminded me of you
and all that you stand for

alone at home,
i lay on the cold tiled living room floor
shut my eyes
and listened.

i will admit that i cried a few tears for you;
i looked at a picture of us from months ago
and sighed because it seemed like just yesterday to me.

i remembered you
i remembered us
it hurt for a while,
but i admitted to myself that i did miss you
and then i reached out
and let you go.

this feeling will fade in time, i know
and i told myself to be strong.

i think it worked.

the song ended,
i took my earphones from my ears,
and i stood up.

i must have left the part of me that loves you
on the ground behind me,
because i think i'm finally over you.
h.
 Nov 2015 g clair
ryn
Retrospect
 Nov 2015 g clair
ryn
In retrospect,
dredging up past events    
that led to the here and now.              
Pending course of actions in which to exact...    
Reaching as far back as the mind would allow.

In retrospect,
studying the reflection
in the rear view mirror,  
as the present freezes itself intact.
Sifting through past images...        
Second by second,
frame by frame.      
Identifying overlooked pitfalls          
and margin of errors.      

In retrospect,
straddling the realm...  
Where my current state of mind      
lapses into a minute-long sleep.  
Sights on the future... Folded blind,
discerning the treachery          
of impulsive thoughts and actions.        
Diving up from oceans deep,    
painting the backdrop beyond paths at
unmarked junctions.              

In retrospect*,
every detail deconstructed...
Deliberated against the yardstick  
of what's done and the supposed.    
Refracted memories snap back clean into place.      
Over and over...        
Layer upon layer...    
Time and again forming      
the looming weight      
that pulls me to a stumble              
into the stagnant puddle...  
Of long gone days.
 Nov 2015 g clair
Mark Lecuona
I’m gonna’ stop worrying about getting hurt
It’s just a part of life
I’m gonna’ stop trying to be happy
I’m gonna’ get through it, because
A human is what I want to be

It’s alright if you get mad at me sometimes
It’s just a part of love
I’m gonna’ take it if it’s my fault
And even if it isn’t
I want to make it all work out

You can get hurt all day long if you let it
You can pretend it never happened if you forget it
Sometimes we think it’s better to find someone new
But I’m not going to run away from the feelings I have for you

I wonder if we were just full of bad luck
It’s just a part of losing
I’m not going to assume you were wrong
And even if you were
I know that it’s in my life that you belong

You know me now
I may have missed my chance
I may have hurt your pride
But I’m not afraid anymore
And if you could look at me
You’d see my heart by your side

You can get hurt all day long if you let it
You can pretend it never happened if you forget it
Sometimes we think it’s better to find someone new
But I’m not going to run away from the feelings I have for you
Song Lyrics
 Nov 2015 g clair
Mark Lecuona
what if this
wait until then
what it means
think about it
how I feel
it depends
why I do it
it's my right
when will I do it
when I'm ready
if I meant it
I always do
where I am
I'm still traveling
what about my plans
they never turn out
if I believe in God
why should I tell you?
if I love someone
don't you?
if I'm happy
it no longer matters
if I'm angry
aren't you?
if I love people
I love my children
what about that
I can't solve it
how to be
don't hurt anybody
have I hurt anybody
everyone I know
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