04 Thursday Oct 2012
Posted in Poetry
Your fingers touch my skin
Little ripples of electricity
Build up and begin
Shooting through me
Breath catches, exhales ragged
Your closeness building this mad rush
Opening this deep part of me
My desire anticipating your next touch
Heady mixture of love and desire
Drives me now to your embrace
Exploration of your skin sets me afire
Reveling in its warmth, feel, and taste
02 Tuesday Oct 2012
Posted in Poetry
Awake in this 3 a.m. dark
Wanting you next to me so much
The thought speeding my heart
Of the feel of your gentle touch
My every nerve ending
Seemingly on the verge of fire
I lay here trembling
On a knife’s edge of desire
Thoughts of your skin on mine
The touch so alive and warm
Wishing our desire to align
Giving form to our own quiet storm
A sweet hot tingle on my lips
Signals the want of your kiss
Wanting from your well a sip
Of sweet nectar’s bliss
But alas I am still here alone
You still so many miles away
Far too late/early to phone
And so far from your sweet ways…
29 Saturday Sep 2012
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camry, friday night, headlights, lovers, poem, poetry, stop light, traffic
A rainy Friday night
Suburban stop and go
We run light to light
As we travel with the flow
Meeting each time on the reds
A little black Camry for two
Shown by my headlights ahead
A glimpse of lovers shines through
A word, a glance
A stolen kiss
A red light chance
They can’t stand to miss
26 Wednesday Sep 2012
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Words flowing on fiber optic aether
Pictures, words, ideals, and dreams
Traded in long shared missives
Negotiations of compatibility
Now time to go IRL
Flurry of messages again
Where, when, and what?
Closer to you or to me?
Now with the date and time set
The interval providing ample time
For anticipation, nerves, and worry
Will the vibe translate offline?
Anxious, but exciting, too
So strange at this age to feel
Butterflies like battle cruisers
As words of aether become real
16 Sunday Sep 2012
Posted in Behind The Mask
Seriously resonating with me today:
But you find yourself alone
Just like you found yourself before
Like I found myself in pieces
On the hotel floorHard times help me see
I’m a good man with a good heart
Had a tough time, got a rough start
But I finally learned to let it go
Now I’m right here, and I’m right now
And I’m hoping, knowing somehow
That my shadow days are over
My shadow days are over now
12 Wednesday Sep 2012
Posted in Behind The Mask
From Paulo Coelho’s forthcoming Manuscript found in Accra:
Ask a flower in the field: ‘Do you feel useful? After all, you do nothing but produce the same flowers over and over?’
And the flower will answer: ‘I am beautiful, and beauty is my reason for living.’
Ask the river: ‘Do you feel useful, given that all you do is to keep flowing in the same direction?’
And the river will answer: ‘I’m not trying to be useful, I’m trying to be a river.’
Nothing in this world is useless in the eyes of God. Not a leaf from a tree falls, not a hair from your head, not even an insect dies because it was of no use. Everything has a reason to exist.
Even you, the person asking the question. ‘I’m useless’ is the answer you give yourself.
Soon that answer will poison you and you will die while still alive, even though you still walk, eat, sleep and try to have a little fun whenever possible.
Don’t try to be useful. Try to be yourself: that is enough, and that makes all the difference.
(except of “Manuscript found in Accra”to be published world wide late 2012 and during 2013)
08 Saturday Sep 2012
Posted in Poetry
Fountain pen caresses paper
Old school brain-world interface
No clickety-clack or digital feeping
Heart to head to hand
Leaving just this bit of me
On this paper not just to see
But to hold, touch, and feel
08 Saturday Sep 2012
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8 miles high, airplane, desert, flight, night, poem, poetry, small town, west
Floating in the darkness
As I wing my way home
Miles of nothingness below
Just trackless desert of the west
Standing out is one small patch of light
Roads, houses, cars, all so bright
Thrown carelessly against the night
Still visible even at this great height
What is this little place, so far removed?
No other patches or even spots near
No other place with lights to be seen
What occupies them and what do they dream?
As I pause to wonder who lives there
I wonder do they stop and take notice of
Me in this stroboscopic arrowhead
Splitting the sky at eight miles high
Or are we just a distant roar
Barely audible and fading
Reaching them long after
We are miles and miles away
08 Saturday Sep 2012
Posted in Behind The Mask
Not dead. Just busy with “the real world.” *sigh* I’ve been so scattered and pulled in so many different directions that I’ve been having trouble focusing, which means little to no writing.
12 Sunday Aug 2012
In the ever resounding silence
A slowly healing heart seeks
An answer to the why and how
Of what went so very wrong
Was this all an imagining?
A colossal misunderstanding?
Or a normal human reaction
To a basic natural stimulus?
The answer, though, cannot heal
The suffering of a wasted lifetime
For that the answer matters not
As it is a thing only time can seal
No, this thing that is sought
This grail of painful truth
I seek for my own protection
And to guard against its repeat
But the silence, once enemy
Slowly transitions from grudging ally
To helpful, understanding friend
Whispering, “the answer is in you.”
12 Sunday Aug 2012
Posted in Behind The Mask
Sorry… real life intervenes (nothing bad, just busy)… so how about a song? 🙂
08 Wednesday Aug 2012
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Don’t let yesterday use up too much of today.
–Cherokee Proverb
07 Tuesday Aug 2012
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06 Monday Aug 2012
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Our lives collide in brief moments
Gifting a quantum of ourselves
To each person we touch today
Which summed illuminates our world
These colors in our human landscape
Come to us via sound and expression
Fleeting emotional hints of the other
In anger, kindness, sadness or laughter
Or sometimes maybe it’s humor
Found in an unexpected place
That shines a small ray of hope
To light someone else’s day
Perhaps it’s something as simple as a hand-drawn dinosaur on your bill after dinner (RAWR!) that made you smile and forget your troubles for a few minutes…
02 Thursday Aug 2012
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Don’t let your throat tighten
with fear. Take sips of breath
all day and night, before death
closes your mouth.
–Rumi
01 Wednesday Aug 2012
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Just another day in a long train
Days to nights and ’round we go
My silly sentiment shaded with pain
Starts me out high and brings me low
But as silly I think it may be
No one to share my silly sentiment
Betrays a great empty hole in me
A painful reminder of predicament
I know working on love of self
Shouldn’t need anybody else
I should be able to help me out
Of all these silly self doubts
Progress, though, is slow
Would be nice to be held tight
I could so very much go
For a close friend tonight
01 Wednesday Aug 2012
Posted in Behind The Mask
25 Wednesday Jul 2012
Posted in Poetry
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inspired, nature, photo, poem, poetry, sun and cloud, texas, van zandt county
Harvester, Van Zandt County, Texas 2012-07-22 / (C) 2012 – Texas Storm Chasers
As sun gives way briefly to cloud
The machine squats silently waiting
Worshiping at the altar of sky’s splendor
Ever so penitent and industriously reverent
We, too, stop to exclaim over this beauty
A simple arrangement of cloud, sky, and sun
Yet containing within inspiration of soul
More than simple physics can hope to touch
These moments, fleeting though they may be
Connect us all with the heart of our Nature
Her inspiration, love, and beauty contained within
Whispering hints of that which is yet beyond our ken
23 Monday Jul 2012
Posted in Behind The Mask
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being my own friend, friend to yourself, quote of the day, self worth, things said to yourself, worthy of love
Sometimes we’re our own worst enemies. In my case, the things others had said to me became so ingrained that I said them to myself reflexively. The bastards got into my head, like a little devil sitting on my shoulder always whispering evil nothings in my ear.
“Ugly, unlovable, freak, disgusting, geek, nerd, unworthy…”
I now know those things were said to me to bolster the other’s self image and compensate for the confidence they lacked. So, I’m kicking out that evil inner friend/demon and taking back my own sense of worth. I’ve acted as my own jailer for too long.
Time to whisper my own voice in my ear instead of that of the others.
22 Sunday Jul 2012
Posted in Poetry
Cracked open and broken
Painful as it may have been
My inner voice has spoken
I won’t quit without a win
Soul sore but empty and free
I’m a clean and clear blank page
Now I can get to work on me
Open up this brand new phase
Leaving the old behind for a new start
I’m free now to write a new history
To look deep into the center of my heart
I’m free to decide who I will be
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