Once again
the smiling bearded man
thinks He is offending Me with His impertinence

Apparently unaware
with His cloistered flair
that He may have to return to Me for more info later
despite His verbal flatulence

Work for free
is all He can see
despite His being blessed exceedingly

One can only hope
this is a mental skill He uses to cope
That He reports compliance as suggested
and treats the intended subject decently

Don't do this to My kid
there is no valid reason for You to skid
You certainly have the dollars

Keep performance Art flowing
Keep this young woman knowing
It should not cost Her to keep Your soul hollering

I have faith
and will pray as I wait
that logic and sanity will follow

If I have to pay Her
since I was nipped to refer Her
that future acts will not ring pitifully hollow

Think when You shirk
You were paid for Your work
and resorted to eye rolling, neck twisting, finger snapping
macho nacho attitude if the check was late

I point out no more no less
when You experience Alisha's word fest
that You acknowledge the young woman is great

And deserves more than a thimble full of
demonstrated r-e-s-p-e-c-t

A hell of a tale in a bit of a shell
With an idea quite fertile
Head in hand – sink or stand
Exactly where is your turtle ?

This is not the type of subject this writer usually notes
A few more misfires and start overs and this paper may be best fed to goats

Every human has a touch, a button, a squish
A nicky, sticky, wicket like shaking hands with a wet fish

Someone is in their sensual state
With wanton waves they view on the interweb shell
No one tells all of their trailing tales in their private time bouncing in and out of the id / ego hell

Stick your hand out
Stick your neck out
Stick your head out
Stick your heart out

? Is your shell a relaxing colorful chameleon style ?
? Is it a *****, filthy comedian’s smile ?
? Do you advance, retreat, silently twist ?
Breathe, bellow, *****, bombast, prepare for battle and put up both your fists ?

? Where is your turtle ?
Perchance your id is resting and watching behind a furtive boulder
Perhaps your ego is well balanced with a chip on both shoulders

I know someone with an ostrich stitch
Pure unconditional LOVE is staring them eyeball to face
Yet, at a hurried and pointed pace
This person is face planting in an upside down position into a broad road ditch

? Where is your turtle ?

How many times do we say and do things that we do not really mean to say and do ?

A poke, a cerebral nudge, something to get attention and evoke a response from beneath the veil to the farthest deepest darkest sky’s bluest hue

Methinks it starts very early in Life - in some type of observation mode
A view of interactions factions and ego-id tractions experienced once the mouth has spoken and the river of effect has flowed

The thought was being cute with a turn of a phrase flipped over and bounded
It takes a quick wit to send and a quicker wit to receive the intended double entendre

But shock there can be and shock there is
Communication of a thought to generate a smile often takes a big hit
Is there really wisdom in seeing multiple years ?
Does something vague and leathery to the heart know and tell us when to quit ?

Encounter Engage Expand
Surround Life with a warm out-flowing rainbow thought of walking somewhere that you feel the earth between Your toes
Think about nothing for as long as You can
Put the past in its proper space
Breathe in the current moment with a smile on our face

Remove second thoughts about what could have been
Release any interaction errors and turn Your back to the wind
Remain as relentless as the march of time in situ
Smile for the now knowing we have passed the shock value
vY

today I took a walk around the block
having no real reason just taking stock
i was able to get an up close and personal stare
while using a walking meditation to take in more air
there was new growth, birds talking, stalwarts that were hardened
roses and weeds making a comeback as if they had been pardoned
fences, neighbors, dogs, alleys, early morning breakfast smells
bacon, chops, sausage, eggs, onion for sure, and other worlds gently meld
trees breathing in abundance, rocks holding down the corner
cerulean blue and spotty cotton puff clouds gave just enough cover
one step led to another
every encounter invited me further
my opening plan was a refreshing walk
it was that and more
including a nature talk ~

FEEL
Life is supposed to be great just to feel
The cuts and slashes as time passes are real
The emotional pain of loss cuts the deepest
Death should not be proud
Death should die in a disappearing shroud
Selfish it is to rip out a heart in a nano moment of breath
Whatever this is, is complicated by Time’s aging stealth
A way to recover would be a nice part added to Life’s design
It’s hard enough finding sketchy, fleeting Peace in the daily grind
One reset per Lifetime can be part of the bargain
Had I been at Creation this is where I would start arguing
Please, no ‘ one more loss, this time around, with gusto ’
Perfect Health, Perfect Life should not be interloped by an invisible klepto
Finding the strength for the day to day cope
Is lost in the search for sinewy sustaining Hope
Putting these words on paper wrings out the salty tears of the Soul when the writing is set
Advising :
It’s time to stop writing when the paper gets wet

Again I saw the Sun come up this morning again
In Joy, the promise of another chance to get it right brought some Peace to enjoy
A plan of action and goals takes shape in writing down a plan
I said to self - Self, embrace today in a happy smiling way I said
I see some hope in a refined scope of what I do and what I see
All the choices of trending voices create a background backdrop to mitigate all the choices
A single wish fulfilled could seal the deal of the opportunity to make a single wish
What do I know about where to go to squeeze and release the handle for what do I know
Writing this exercise with free form fingers and blazed eyes require an open Spirit for writing this
Euterpe the Muse has a sense of humor and starts Her own laughing rumors about Euterpe the Muse

Words of condolence are often the only expressions that ring true
Every living being has felt a loss
From a leaf released from a branch of a plant or a tree
To the grey and white feather the soaring bird drops
To the vapor of a loved one into Spirit's cerulean blue

There is so much about love and life that gravity does not allow us to understand
Loved ones who share life and blood never leave us
They continue to live in the center of our heart
And always gently hold our hand

The memories are solid and stoic across the years
Each day of the ray of the good and the less good are not just recorded BUT remembered in our tears

Like David - rant, rave, cry and be sad
Then rejoice and raise the praise for the special connection time You had