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A W 17h
Started with history class,
without knowing that it would pass.
Puppy dogs eyes and and shy butterfly kisses.  
Together we felt inseparable and powerful.

It wasn't perfect, but it sculpted me into a finished work of art;
a project that finally found itself being complete.

You passion for studying eyes and keeping my nose in books, it seemed too good to be true.
Maybe that's what blinded us to see our failing relationship.

Hey I still appreciate you, that's easy to tell.
How I grasp at any way I can to message you because its so ingrained.  
Hope you find a girl that you can settle down with one day.

You deserve it.

You made it possible for me when I closed myself off,
You caused a shift in my confidence after it was shattered time again.

I will always love you deep down but when you love someone, the hardest thing might just be the best thing. I'm sorry that it was by letting you go.
The past
is in the past.
That's true.
it leaves
on the future.
I know my sweetheart lies In wait for me given time one day soon that's where I will surely
To lay along side her to keep her company In winter time the place she lays becomes so cold and very lonely
But come summer and flowers will bloom again and warm the place too
where darling
The birds will sing again there happy joyful songs to spread their love all around her grave where I laid my darling down to rest
One day soon that will also be the to where I'll rest along aside my true love to keep her company
My final resting will be alongside my true love Helen to keep her company
The Story of How We Met

It all began in Berkeley, California
In the springtime of 1974
One fateful afternoon
I was sleeping in my high school Physics class.

I looked up and saw a tall,
beautiful Asian woman
standing there looking at me.

She was the most beautiful women
in the universe to me
I screamed out, who are you?

She disappeared
as if she was beamed
away from my dream.

I knew that someday
I would meet the girl
In the dream

Little did I know
I would have to wait until 1982

Starting that month
I began having the same dream
Month and month and month.
Always the same.

She was saying something
in a strange language.
Then one day

I had the dream
and knew that
she was in Korea.

So, I chose to go
to Korea
In the Peace Corps,

Somehow knowing
That I would meet her there.
One day

A year after the Peace Corps ended
A month before I planned
to leave to return
to the U.S. for graduate school

That morning early in the morning
I had the last of these dreams.
This time I understood her.

She said, “Don’t worry.
We’ll meet soon.”

That evening
As I was getting off the bus

To go to my class
I saw getting off the bus
The girl in my dream.

It was she!
I was speechless.

I did not know what to do.
Over the course of the evening

I ran into her several times.
Finally, I was introduced to her.

I muttered some lame excuse
About wanting to find a Korean tutor
and got her number.

The next day she came to the gate
Of my base where I was teaching
ESL to Koreans

She said that she
had to speak with me.
I told to wait in the library
for about an hour,

and I would cancel class
and meet her then.

We went out for coffee.
She told me that she was madly
in love with me
And simply had to have me.

I told her I felt the same way.
I proposed five days later,
And got married one month later.

Does she believe this story?
She claims she does not believe it
Because it is impossible to be true.

But I know that there
are other worlds and other times.

In a past life
we must have been together somehow.
And our love was so strong
That it crossed over the barrier
of time and space
She found me in 1974,
But it took until 1982
For us to actually meet.

And it has been 36 years
Since we met in the physical sphere
Or 45 years since the dream began

And I still recall the dream
And meeting her

I had no choice
When I met her
We were fated to be together

Until the end of this lifetime
And the next and the next
Note: This is a true story. For further details see Dreams and the Unexplainable– a Chicken
Soup for the Soul book, published in September 2017.
The falling rain
Of late October
Fills me with essential dread

As I rush about
And end up here
Wherever here is

The rain outside
Seems like the tears of god

As I sit
Crying over my beer

Thinking of lost love
And failed dreams

What went wrong?
And what I can set right

And the rain falls
And the night darkens

The rain is falling
All over this man’s world

And the rain falls
And I sit

Drinking my lonesome drink
Lost in dreams

Dreaming of what
Could never be

Thinking dark thoughts
And so, I sit
And dream the night away
note:  will be published in Plethora. I just updated my blog, the world according to cosmos with a lot of fresh content.  Go to to check it out
At your peril my pen is ready, writer,

may we not fret ab out

od word odd needs a d ab
stract ob

we tangle our minds with our words but

the flow
pleasant or perilous it is all

in your mind
as it were

when pluperfects and the like ruled the roost,

nowadays, spellchicks are free, e-specials every day

po'man fine grammargrainstrain through

fishnets that never broke down and lied to prosper.

There was mental distress, but

nothing like LA traffica

with an alienated mind retaining alrights

privilege to access the global brain as being unem,
among 'em.

The whole world votes. Okeh.

Peace takes its chance,

at whose peril?
what price glory, warrior? who must you slay?
An eddy in the flow of mythicly fine day. God is good, if good is good, right.
mythic, I have seven grand children and the oldest greeted me with,
Grandpa, do you know what a simile is, then I told him what meta phors are for. A mythic day.
if you ever read...

what if books were fun
and fun were good.

We could use words for fun, but

first, do no harm.

It's Okay

Life's such a book, you know. Like a book you know
like some people know 1984

or claim Proostian wit beyond the environs of Dooblin

It's all about finding joy
and enjoying guiding
Finders, who lost all,

out o' the maze, the fly out 'the bot'le,

Amazed atheists facing

Cold hard truth

No, joke, man, pulling your bling.
Out of the maze every body sees
In alienable un alien able right
Clear as day. Everybody.

(is there some cool new way to say
Comprehend with solid understanding
'side jes dig?) wentwiditdigit

Can you dig it digital retro key
Pre Pac man dude this is sir real

No ****. What else can you say/
Can you dig it, way down to the
Bottom grunt that was agreed upon
To use for containing one
Idea. Only one. Any more than one,
You are inviting confusion into you mind.
He can't come in without you invitate 'im in,
But when he do he'confuse the life right outayou.
**** strait. And a good thing, too. Times
Like these I find bumping into walls
Comforting, like
Everytime I hit the wall
I find the wall and the word
"few there be"
Finds it's way into me and I grin.
God it is good to be alive this day
In the narrow way
Far from the madding crowd
We may spend for ever with,
Grace being grace.

Yew E-ternal Sec Cur ity?
Why, yes, I am, if you mean
Am I eternally secure,
Oh yes, I am then and now
Let me say
If you sought to prove me wrong
You might wear a crown some day

Still whether instability of soul were
Even possible post mortality
We shall see what we shall see
You must love your enemies,
Whether you made them or not.
They got here some how or
Possibly, some why, but
We must deal with them as we
Would be
Dealt with.

Yessir. Shouted the experts in war'round
About King Solomon's bed
Off wit'therheads.

Dodge that son, it's an old Alician trick.
Victorian, I believe. War
At the height of its glory.
Shame, so much remains when
It all should have washed away.

Who teaches war? Is there a reason any more?
Aren't we who God says we are or are we who
They think we are? Well,
They just might happen to be writing their part
Of this book right
Now and may
Be realizing peace's price's paid.

Jesus, what a handle, eh? Easy to hold on to,
Once you get a grip on good.
After that, what can we tell you?

The truth, what else is there, and more abundantly.
Living words.
I wrote this a year ago, took off some edges and found it holds water, still, after a while.
I met Shamus from afar,
Bold and glowingly pure.
From across the seas of mar,
He is my love I'm sure.
From low times I asked in prayer,
Him an answer for me.
So gracious his lips to share,
Pressed upon mine to heal.
Misery the best to see,
I fear staying on till -
A quenching love chasing thee.
In this land of the free,
I found the true island's key.
A Shamus dearest be.
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