white pages before me
pure as snow
no mark, no scratch
no story to show
page after page
waiting to be used
patient, at peace
excited, and amused
each page a day
of the future world
anticipating the time
when their purpose will unfold
who will be a part of them?
everyone but those yet to be
who will enjoy them most?
the people who now get ready
Written 1 July 2018
Start purposefully and knowingly planting seeds now.
You mind your steps
after you've stumbled.
You miss your home
after you’ve left it.
You value your health
after you’ve been sick.
But you can’t enjoy life
after you died.
Many people eat, or shall I say swallow or devour their food too fast.
First I pray over my food blessing it, giving thanks for its source
of nourishment, I give my genuine appreciation for what I'm about
I take a bite, zip or small mouthful, savoring eat bite, chewing carefully
for a very long time, without haste, without the feeling that I must
quickly satisfy that hunger feeling.
I am able to detect each and every flavor of my meal, the salt, the sweet,
or tangy flavors, each and every spice in that meal.
The more I chew the better my digestion will be. I also eat in a mind of
gratefulness for this meal the earth and the hands of my brothers have
provided for and brought to my table.
Small portions become filling and I don't require a second helping.
I make peace with my food, my digestion and my surroundings.
This is not a time to plan, worry, fear or rush... just thank and enjoy!
I’ve never heard this song before
as flowers come out of the floorboards;
I forget what my heart had ever been sore for.
life is as light as you let it be- a difficult pill to swallow sometimes
We are all so clever,
With our posts and our lies,
And honest comments deleted
To wither and die.
Filters for beauty free of flaws
So we may withstand societies claws.
So we upload
pictures, stories and posts.
I wounder what is it
we long for the most?
To be accepted?
To be seen?
To cause envy?
What is the point?
The whole worlds plugged in,
And we all have hundreds of thousands of “friends”.
yet who is it that
truly cares for us in the end?
Face to face?
What a disgrace!
Letters to send?
This must come to an end!
Thats simply absurd!
They still do that these days?!
Now this is a crazy idea..
Just a thought..
What if we all....
Not once or twice
And call it a night,
But more like a day?
To spend as you may?
To feel the sun?
To laugh with friends?
And make beautiful memories
to carry with you til the end?
Enjoy the moment of pure bliss,
filters, comments or harsh judgements.
To be yourself
and embrace your life,
Then when your done
You can replug.
And check on all your comments and likes.
And see which was the thing you remember at night.
I get it.
I do it too
But sometimes you need to stop
And just be you.
It begins with the ominous clouds that roil and billow over the sky.
Then they darken:
All the way to the purple black that haunts the skies on the cusp of a winter night.
The smell that follows this sinister nebula of vapor hanging over your head is that of life bringing relief.
The smell of dry earth mingling with that of the fresh water above reminds one of summer breezes, freedom and relaxation.
The cool but warm drops of moisture start gently stroking your shoulders and arms.
The strength increases, forcing you to squint as you take in the beautiful composition of nature above.
Soon you're covering your head as the rain pelts down and you race for shelter.
The puddles appearing on the floor disrupted by the matter consistently falling into them.
You peer into the world, completely changed, as you visibility decreases and smile, the metallic twangs to the rain hitting the patio roof fill your ears and soul with its rhythm and music.
I LOVE the rain.
I want to be that book You can't stop reading.
I want to be that song You can't stop singing.
I want to be that air You can't stop breathing.
I want to be that life You can't stop living.
Oh Darling, tell me I'm enough!
September 8, 2018
I think we stayed at every good hotel in the West.
We were really living the good life.
Nothing like a little drug money to help you indulge in
the finer things.
"Easy come Easy go"
Only people who have never sold drugs can say that.
Dealing with whackos
Getting robbed at gunpoint
Driving across the country with enough weight to get you
Life in Prison.
Stressful. Very stressful.
So we'd stay in Fancy Resorts.
Knowing one day it would all end
May as well enjoy it while you can
Because eventually you get caught
And if you make it out alive, all you have are the memories.
Like that time we were staying at the Royal Palms
Next to the former President's family.
Getting up from the pool, smoking crystal behind the cactus
While the former first lady swam laps.
She still looked pretty good in a bathing suit.
As the sun slowly sets
The precursor to the week
Oh so bleak
The calm before the storm
Too restless to enjoy
For everybody knows
It's sunday's melancholy ploy
Responsibilities loom overhead
Our heart as heavy as the air
The world has now gone silent
We sit in subtle fear
I looked through every playlist,
with a hope to find You in the songs
to hear Your voice, track You in melody
Let my ears enjoy;
I searched for You in the cabin
where the book You gave me lays
I found You in some poems but then
You’re somewhere, far away;
Maybe You are hiding in the t-shirt,
I can sense You there,
only scent is what I find -
I search for You again.
I fell apart, but I'm still alive
I've got promises in my eyes
I guess they didn't make it to you
But I've got prospects too
It doesn't matter what you say
When you blow your own way
I can still hear your song for miles
But now I sing along and smile
There's a deed to be dealt
But I'm the last guy you felt
And if it still feels sad
Then the man must be bad
He doesn't know where to push
He doesn't know when's too much
And if my face comes to your mind
You're already out of time
Did you think about you said?
How often does it come to your head?
For awhile, I couldn't get it out
But I forgot what you were talking about
I guess time can heal the good
As the bad still wish they would
I'll be fine and you'll be dead
Or just the same with him in bed