Cindy

My days of life are very simple with nothing too complicated to ruin my days. Traveling to destinations around the world. Just enjoying life with all the pleasures, there are to have. Reading great words and attempting my own. With my camera to document my beautiful world.

Yet as I go about my  life with joy, happiness and good health, my friend is sick, cancer came back. Raising its ugly head, after a long battle with remission for a time. Life getting back to normal, after words that she's cured.

Now life stops once again in a surreal world. Focus of a laser is her mind as she strikes back to win the battle again, once and for all. God by her side with family and friends standing together, holding hands, with a prayer to God to lend a little extra helping hand.

Maybe we all can add a little prayer for Cindy and all that fight this battle to win.

Prayers and good wishes to you my dear friend Cindy.

The pain controlled, yet my mind clouded.
Relief has its payment, for an active mind.
Slowed by the solutions, yet focused,
An odd clearness from behind the fog.

Craving sleep, yet not needed, or possible,
With the active mind of a crazed man.
So here I sit with my eyes on paper,
Looking for words to write to busy the mind.

Yet relieved the pain has lifted,
Hoping it’s the end, rather than just a break from the pain.
It comes, then goes for hours or days, sometimes weeks,
With little warning, just the pain.

In the end, even no pain,
The lingering numbness, from the drug,
Leaving the mind, clear within the fog, time passing by,
Wishing for sleep, that will not come.

Another day is
lit up by the suns
early rise.

The smell
of fresh roasted coffee
permeates the air.

As I savor
that first sip,
I am at peace with the world.

I had been in Nome for two days and would be flying out tomorrow morning. The days warmed to -35 degrees, but at night it dropped to -50 degrees. That was before the wind that blew off the frozen ocean ice.

The hotel which was the best in town and about the only hotel in town was the Nugget Inn. You might call it rustic, but that would be a rather nice way of indicating it is not a 5-star hotel. As you might guess activities in this town on the Bering Sea were hard to come by, but like much of Alaska, there is always a watering hole nearby. That's where the action happens every night.

Dinner was done and it was still early so I decided to head down to the Board of Trade Saloon. It's only a couple of blocks from the hotel, but at these temperatures, it might as well have been 5 miles. I stepped in the door and surveyed the crowd for the best seat in the house or maybe the only seat. I am now off the cold streets of Nome with a bottle of Jack Daniels and now maybe some warm company

As I looked across the crowded bar I spotted a young native girl looking for some a place to sit and hopefully a little warmth. Maybe someone to share a drink. I stepped in her path as she passed through the bar, saying excuse me, I'm sorry, let me make it up to you and offer a drink if you have the time. A smile slipped across her lips as she lowered her head and eyes, “I think I have time”.

We found a table near the back with windows half iced over from the cold outside. Lights shining out on the frozen ocean. Ice ridges gave an eerie view. We removed our heavy coats. I was pleasantly surprised to find hidden under layers of protection from the cold, a dark haired goddess with strong features like cut with sharp ice. Soft and smooth dark silken skin with eyes black as night,....with long silken hair.

As we talked and got to know each other I found she was in town from St. Lawrence Island in the Bering Sea. The island sits between the United States and Russia. As we drank our friendship bloomed, soon we were kissing and getting to be better friends.

Before we had lost or senses and before we killed the bottle, we decided to keep each other warm for the night. I suggested we go back to my hotel. We found pleasure together in the warmth that night, not just from the Jack. Even being my cold island girl, I found her very warm.

Cruis'in through my day
I tried to take my time
            Look'in all around to find a way to smile

            Cruis'in through my week
I always take my time
            Look'in all around for what will make me smile

            Cruis'in through my month
I always share my time
            Look'in all around and make someone smile

            Cruis'in through my years
I take a lot of time
            Look'in all around at years of many smile's

When you gaze upon me,
What do you see?
Where do your eyes go?

When you hold my hand,
What do you feel?
Where do you guide me?

When you lay close to me,
What do you imagine?
Where do you see us?

When you see me go,
What do you desire?
Where will we meet again?

When you see me on my return,
What have you missed?
Where do we go from here?

Running into the night,
searching for the light,
that will bring me
out of the dark,
into the light of day.

Escaping the demons
lurking quite near.
Watching my moves,
thoughts then deeds.
Keeping watch in the dark

Moving left then right
running through the night,
searching to escape.
As the little *******
get in my face.

As they get closer
in an attempt
to take my light,
I close the door on this night,
so I am sure I stay within the light.

Demons roam the halls
                             In the darkness of my mind
They lose the battle

It had been over
3 hours since
going to bed.
And sleep came easy.

When 3 AM rolls around,
my eyes are open,
and my brain
seems to be slipping into overdrive.

Tossing and turning
staring at the dark
of the night
as I wrestle with sleep.

Getting up
to pace the floor
looking for my allusive sleep.
It's back to bed an try to rest once more.

It's no use
the thoughts are racing,
the eyes are open
and the brain is on overdrive.

So in reality,
it has come to the point,
the facts are in,
my night of sleep is at an end.

There is no manual for this ride

Some times it's a good ride

And sometimes it's a bad ride

It's kind of a roller coaster ride

The red ones are one kind of ride

And the blue ones are another ride
Scary?

But fun once you learn the ride.

A gentleman of the night hidden by shadows of light, fog shrouding his path.......
Planning a light supper at eight.

She was a soft skinned beauty attracted to the night, walking between the flashes of light. Avoiding shadows near dark. Must not be late, dinners at eight.

Turn right at the corner, don't want to be late, dinners at eight.

Stopped on my journey by a gentleman this night. Looked into his dark eyes,
I fall under his spell, following along.......Holding me close, a cold comfort I feel.
Moving to the shadows, out of the light, to be alone with my new lover.

Gentle kisses on lips, a firm grip to my arm, squeezing me close.
Then kisses along my bare shoulders, a small bite to my neck as my passion grows,
I grow weak from his taste, but we're not late, dinner was at eight.

Our love is separated
by great distance,
and my heart
longs to be near you.

Longing for the time
that the distance is no more,
and our hearts can come
together as one.

In the reality of this place,
within the darkness of my mind
I got a call, from a gal,
to follow a lead.

Her name was Alice,
she was a “Dame”
She said down that rabbit hole,
it would be fine, not insane.

So I followed her
down the hole that night,
then she gave me a funny hat,
but that was cool.
As I, was watch'in her fine ***.

She said to me
that hat you wear
makes you fit right in.
I took her word, strutt'in in style,

Of the cool cat's pipe!

I did partake, ****
that chick was right,
it's quite a place,
to take a ride, most any night.

I'll go again, but not so soon,
since it's a scary ride.
Down a real dark hole.
I don't know if I'll get out again.

She lays quietly at my side,
sleepy with dreams of happiness,
hopefully of me and our life.

Gently I lean close, inhaling her scent,
butterfly kisses of love to her cheek,
dreaming away as she continues her sleep.

Now I search for my sleep each night,
looking to find her in my dreams,
together in happiness as we sleep.

The darkness that appears as a
dungeon in my mind,
It’s really just the hallways,
where the demons freely roam.

Looking to disturb a perfectly good day.
But as is always the case,
They must play alone,
Since they bore me with their dark world.

Called up by country
Soldier defends his homeland
    Raise the Flag to them

Sometimes in thoughtful
repose just riding a wave,
crus'in along in a surreal world,
appearing rather vacant you see.

I hang way out
on the edge of
never never land,
in the shadows close to the dark,

My return is generally,
in the blink of an eye.
So don't be deceived
by the view, you may see.

No matter words
or actions all
I never lose perspective
And really never go,

Completely out of control!

Time fly’s by as the year’s pass.
Looking to find what I have missed,
in this, life’s journey.
Looking back at my beginning.
Where it all began for me as a child.

Looking for friends from playgrounds.
Acquaintances of the past, that I have missed.
In a town, I once knew, to be my home.
Vision of my youth
As shadows of time appear.

Coming back, searching now within
the cobwebs of my mind.
I find It was just another place,
A time, that I passed through.
There is nothing there for me at this time,

But of dreams long passed.

Sun up in the sky
        No rain fallen for some time
Earth and creatures die

Men are all equal
Hatred turns a man's heart cold
           While love does bring warmth

Every day and night lying next you

Every day holding you

Every day More special than the day before

Every day you change my life

Every day Now is special

Every day because of you

Every day love is all I need