artful formations decorate my skies as haze and clouds swirl past my head and then I look up to behold nature’s own art. Deft brushstrokes and cottony ribbons strung across endless blue depth – and the longer I gaze, the more it seems that I could just fall in… If I just don’t blink; Who’s …
Here’s to bittersweet but inevitable endings, and promising new beginnings. Raise a glass and put one in the air; Celebration is almost always poignant, yet somewhat painful, the reasons for it many the truth of it its own reckoning. Like the taste of water it’s almost indescribable, yet fulfilling always that small missing element within …
To the friends I may never find and the tribe we’ve yet to become; To the lover I may never meet the twin life fire whose soul remembers mine, the sparks that still have time to fly and the connection we haven’t formed in this life; To the abundance and purpose that may never find …
There are times I wonder if the ocean is my true home it soothes my heart and replenishes the salt in my soul; But somehow I always end up living far from the water and I find myself more often than not in salt baths and hard-water showers just to feel closer to home. …
When I ask my name in my own head do I actually hear the voice that says it, and is that voice my own, or another’s? Or, is what I “hear” simply a response to the question I asked? My Higher Self never fails to remind that our minds don’t belong to our physical bodies; …
Is it greedy of me to keep inhaling until I burn my fingers? Am I overindulgent if I break my fast to share meals with my family? Should I care too much if the numbers on the scale keep creeping and climbing up and up? What spirited vines; Does it matter if there’s a little …
No such thing as private thoughts, if they’re written down; Not many respect privacy anymore, if at all, if ever… Your food of thought is just as easily fodder for attack Unless you keep yourself to yourself. Careful, now… nothing’s ever personal in the nosiness of general public domain.
Time is simply a rocket in the unlimited skies of imagination’s landscape Potential is aiming high and soaring higher; But always be flying.
I realize I too often limit myself only to my words and actions and capabilities; And that expanding my mind is the way to break free. But sometimes, I’m good where I’m at… and isn’t that as much a part of being who I am as at any other distinct point in time? I often …
Need to meditate putting it off because I’m afraid of what I’ll unearth. All the shadows and hidden emotions I’ve locked away from myself to keep functioning, to cope. But coping is no way of life and I need to face myself and my fears; take accountability for my life. But isn’t it easier to …
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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