Partners, alive, life
Bouncing, flower to flower
Intense dark passion

Saturday morning
Smell of coffee floats, descends
Waking the masses
Eyes slowly open
Making promises to all
Now the day awaits
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.
Now
I see you
Each step a whisper
Each glance questioning why not?
Soft eyes lost in not knowing
Not seeing the love
I am here
Now
Watching from afar
Not seen or heard, still hoping
Loves grip now a noose
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:
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.
Eyes wide, can I see?
Open mind exposing love
Always out of reach
Reflecting on self,
Mirror sees all, peers inside
Exposing the truth.
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.