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JB Scotsman Feb 3
Fight, Struggle, Lose.
The psychologic battle.
Negative reinforcement that makes you crazy.
Hard to sleep in the aftermath.
You tell yourself it is time to quit.
You are probably right.
For some reason you keep on going.
JB Scotsman Aug 2019
A thousand golden rays shimmer and dance on the water.
Old man river sings a peaceful song.
My feet soak in the blessing.
A warm breeze touched with wild peppermint soothes my soul.
My blue eyed girl smiles as she holds a baby frog.
My heart is full. I am happy.
JB Scotsman Apr 2019
My mind is quiet.
I stand on top of a perfect tranquil sea. The borders extend to eternity. The limitless blue is quiet.

My mind is quiet.
I stand on top of a perfect tranquil sea. A powerful red hand grabs hold of me. The water boils and great waves rise. The intensity is deafening. Hurricane winds blow in a fierce garnet sky. Anger’s face explodes from the depths like Poseidon with a war cry. We fight for the prize. I win there is tranquility again.

My mind is quiet.
I stand on top of a perfect tranquil sea. A warm gentle wind encompasses me. I understand it’s power as I am lifted high on its wings of excellent delight. I feel great! I see Happy’s wonderful shinning smile. I never want it to end, but I know that we too must wrestle. I win and the sea has tranquility again.

My mind is quiet.
I stand on top of a perfect tranquil sea. A cold blue arm grabs all of me. Massive dark clouds drop tears from the sky. I’m pulled into the depths and I start to cry. I see sadness. Such a beautiful pale face. We grab each other and struggle to win this race. Strangely I feel like giving in. But I fight, and I win. There are tranquil seas again.

My mind is quiet.
I stand on top of a perfect tranquil sea. I know that emotions will come to battle me. The waves will rise and the winds may howl, but I know I’ll get along somehow. You see, the balance of these tensions produces tranquility. Without these forces both small and great there would be no contentment to celebrate. My mind is quiet, for now.
JB Scotsman Jul 2018
In line I find minutes are hours
Years are eternity.
In line I find friends laughing, sun shining, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, parents and grandparents around me eating chocolate birthday cake and homemade ice cream.
In line I find summer turns to fall and I walk to school with my metal Star Wars lunch pail.
In line I find time is not so slow as I walk across the stage with cheers for high school graduation.
In line I find the ups and downs and whirlwind of dreams, career, marriage, homes, vacations, friends, family spinning as time slips into the future. 40 just a number.
In line I find success and failure, pain and peace. I have more scars but more depth. More meaning and more love.
In line I find that many in front of me are gone. I wish I could have just one more dinner or phone call. The sounds of the children behind me keep me marching on.
In line I find that I can see the passing of time before it happens. I can speed it up or slow it down before it comes. It comes and passes so rapidly.
In line I wait for what must come, my time. My turn at the end of the line.
JB Scotsman Feb 2018
Barbareño


Sun touched Chumash children played upon the land.
Golden brown bears walked from mountains to coastal sand as wild steelhead swam up the Los Angeles River.
Cabrillo eyed the wide expanse. Spanish sailors laughed and danced with visions of beautiful wild maidens.
Old San Salvador bobbed and slipped smoothly through the warm salt waters of Southern California.
The Spanish Crown would be so glad, but thousands of Chumash would soon be sad.
Enchanted summer turned to fall as tranquil waters north turned to squall.
Captain Cabrillo and his men
returned south again,
to find protection on Miss Santa Catalina.
A fateful cut caused Juan’s leg to swell.
On January 3rd his men bid him farewell.
Near 500 years have past since then, Cabrillo’s gone as are his men.
40 million now tread upon nature’s most beautiful daughter.
Still upon a starlit night moon beams reflect an ancient light down on crashing waves with effervescent thunder. Her powerful beauty comes out again and erases the scars of greedy men.
Ancient words of Chumash roll and the ghosts of Tule elk bugle like banshees across the water. When again, will she be free to run again in harmony with nature and the universe of her creator?
JB Scotsman May 2017
Creature
Body, mind and spirit
Blues eyes ponder
A universe spinning furiously.
Stars gaze through the arctic night
Northern lights dance like sprites
Blue and green fantoms reflect upon
glacier's ice
Slow,
Now I see, that faith is all that exists
between me
and eternity.

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