Monthly Archives: September 2016

I Will Write

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Words. Trapped in time, by time.

For years, silent by choice, now seeking escape.

At first willing, the mute pleasure continues its wayward course, the silent pen refusing to deliver the promise of naked thoughts, thoughts quietly measured by experiences seen only by the keen eye of diluted and compromised comfort.

A prisoner of the mind, each word waiting to cascade over the vaulted edge, only to be stopped once again, by time.

Slowly the scales melt away, allowing for the words to come forward, floating uninhibited with the ease of a leaf floating on a neverending stream.

I will write.

 

Don’t Get Sucked In By Brangelina

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As you know, I really don’t like to stray much from the original point of my blog, but sometimes I just have to. With all that is going on in the world today-terrorism, wars, poverty, domestic violence, education woes-you name it, I wake up this morning and one of the lead stories on the news is that Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are getting divorced? Really?

Now don’t get me wrong, I hope that each of their children are safe and can be shielded from the media circus that has most certainly descended upon them, but really folks, who cares? Do we need people on the news offering insight as to how this is going to play out in court and trying to tell us who is going to get what and for how much? No!!!

Every country on the face of the earth has much more pressing issues that need to be dealt with rather than the latest saga of Brangelina. It is truly sad that this is what makes news, anywhere on the planet. If you are that bored and feel the need to feed into this nonsense I have a few suggestions for you:

  1. First and foremost-TURN OFF YOUR TV!!!!!!
  2. Read a book, any book. Biography, fiction, non-fiction, historical-Anything.
  3. Listen to music. Once again, it doesn’t matter what type, listening to music has been proven to help you decompress after a long day at work.
  4. Write a story or a poem. Better yet, write a story or a poem about Brangelina.

The bottom line is this-Take a stand and don’t watch this nonsense when it appears on your local news station (or national). Is their life that important to you? Please tell me no.

The Wonder of Music

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Magic is what we do. Music is how we do it.

-Jerry Garcia

Ideally the point of music is community, not the player. Musicians are simply channels to link the audience to the music and to each other.

-Trey Anastasio

Wrapped in a shroud of psychedelic wonderment,

The music washes over the senses, dripping lyrical sweetness.

Each musical trajectory soothes, shifts and drifts, melting

The false perception of what we believe.

Each reality in its beginning, each note building and climbing,

Waves, rolling and splashing, being absorbed as one, by all.

Musical movement, slow and meandering, snakes through the mind,

Flashing lights corrupt lucid thought, unencumbered by the blizzard

Sweeping in and around the soul. Auditory and visual bliss are within reach, for now.

The Inevitability of Time

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We travel through life hoping that time won’t move.

Always hoping that it will stand still with the steely determination of a Marine standing guard.

But it doesn’t.

Days, months and years spent living, mystifyingly chained to the fixtures of life itself, not paying attention to the ticking clock.

Yet time marches on.

Family and friends pass, reunited with the earth, silenced by time, remembered briefly and then forgotten like the sting of a bee soothed by cold cubed ice.

We move on, masking our sadness with memories, perceived and real, that are tattooed in our minds.

Time begins to take over, the memories that once held us up now falter and fade, our own timeless progression now becomes the enemy.

We then pass and that memory will hold another up until time catches up with them.

The Autumn Hiker

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A Tanka:

The hiker walks, boots

crunching the autumn leaves that

have fallen, making

each step an enchanted and

blissful journey towards peace.

The Last Leaf

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The last leaf…desperately hanging on.

Swaying, stretching and living,  wanting to hold on, if only for a another brief and fading moment.

Those precious seconds,  truly a speck in time, sees former lush green magnificence giving way to a kaleidoscope of colors, shifting, swirling, changing , all trying to avoid the inevitable.

Shades of red, brown, yellow and burnt orange, taken from the deep cool breaths of Autumn’s womb, force the reluctant loner to accept the inevitability of pending stark, speckled death coupled with a sickly sweet and painfully slow decay.

For weeks the leaf hangs on.

The return to the earth beckoning, its grip, once tight and life affirming, loosens.

As it breaks away, floating slowly, gently and with purpose,  the memories of soaring heights and warm breezes permeate its existence.

The leaf continues its descent and the once vivid memories begin to fade. Sadness surrounds the leaf as it surrenders itself to the cool, damp ground.

The last leaf is finally home.