in god’s moment

in god’s moment

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so I have been, this past week, and the week before that week. Sure, I wonder, what if I did not have to work… would I ? Could I ? do this… indulgence, not in a bad way. Did I milk every mile and every smile this week? no… but I feel different after being here, and there, than I am at home. In fact I am much healthier and happier to know, I have to bet my life is a psychosomatic mess, at best, I am breathing easy now, a balcony door open to the ocean, literally, the hum of the pool system is there, to be sure, but so is the ocean, probably a good football field away, I can see the spray, so I am lucky, to be here, to pay the fare, to have busted my ass all year, to stay here for a few days, and god has graced those days with painted rays, and days… full of sun, and possibility, each day, I did much better than times in the past, at getting out there and trying to make it last… not 100% you can say, that is true, but I am just a man, but yet… it is true I could have made that number, not for you, for me, well, also for you to push yourself off the couch, to do, and get out in your purview, I don’t say this as a prophet or to inspire… it is just the fact that we should aspire to… give it our all.

mantle

mantle

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the crown, the bell of the ball renowned
drown, in those eddies of expectations
temptation, for much resound
a burden, like a murdering yolk
the folk, are told to gaze up and hope
for those on placed above
a symbol, a facade, cloven be two
same heart, same blood, same breath
diverging destiny determines the rest

lights.

lights.

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is there eternal loss…
among the stars
for there are
lights that have gone out
so long ago
but still-
ring out, for those of now
not echoes, no
reality of the past in tow
so yes, eternity exists
as long as a perspective, persists.

2 things my friends and readers… this album, Riddle is something other… worldly… truly… at least for me, and is this not my little space to expound on things me? surely… and the other thing, the poem, well how can it be that we are seeing the past… literally… but we are, there are stars out there we see, that have been dead longer than humanity has existed… but the light persists… so. when we die does our light also go on for someone or something else to see? seems logical… does not assuage my fear of death but maybe shines a “light” on it…

life goes by.

life goes by.

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the fall-in
this slow slide
as leaves shuffle by
again, my friend
so here we are
like parting dolls
at a bus stop set
sewn mouths to witness
the world as she went
glass eyes to record and surmise
another chapter written
another goodbye
my friend,
I will see you again
on the other side-

just something that popped in my head

the eyes and a moment.

the eyes and a moment.

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the eyes are not a window
the eyes are the truth
and I see
in hers
what I know
from body movement
from a smile
the ease of time spent
and lament
but rejoice
wandering in the forest of my mind
for so long
you forget in moments
memories seem like a movie you saw in the 80s
or someone else’s life
not your own
a spectator
in my own skin
for too long
and in an instant
in her eyes, I see what I know, what I lost
my pulse quickens
the subtle hum of joy trembles below
not trepidation as once might have informed
no, I just want to hold her
head to my heart
to feel her particular warmth
and sit there as one
for a time,
cherish the moments, write them down on your skins.

(and a note to any and all… just a reminder I write and post, very rarely do I edit, not that agonizing over every word was not my thing ages ago, but as things go now, this is just my bulletin board, if it comes out great, great, if not, also great, that’s just me, throwing out bottles into the sea, some have messages of worth.. some might sink into the sand… so be it, in a happy way…)

space, no, local

space, no, local

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things change, even in a small lifetime, I can only imagine the ripples of time over long periods, like eons, not here, in this urban town, the burbs, the typical jersey suburb, parcels of land measured out, a lawn, a driveway, the american dream, it seems, with gusto and plows, concrete and asphalt, light poles strung like christmas decorations lining the parade route of the daily back and forth, I heard this was once farmland or even a chicken coop, but that was a different lifetime, before mine, but in my short observation, I have seen a shift in some and none, most of the birds remain the same, cardinals, jays, robins and the like, the rabbits of jack in spades have been a main stay, nervous little critters, then there are those canadians who really love to stay here year round these days, you would think they might explore the further south, and move to florida in waves, but perhaps compared to nova scotia this is like miami down, maybe they were there when I was younger, but I did not much notice the curious minions of northern parkway dogs like I do now, little watch towers looking about but oddly they seem smart enough (unlike a chicken) to cross the road as I can safely say I have not seen a flattened one, and least I forget the slyest of them all, the slinky foxes that skate along the hedge rows and meander in the shadows, to think all this life swirling about in just this tamed space, all it would take is a blink, and nature would roll into place.

musing on the shore…

musing on the shore…

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only the vastness of the ocean can make us aware of even the taste of space, the magic of glittering water in fading sunlight, each wave curling around it’s own shadows into the break, a constant, steady heartbeat, the never ending rolling, the sound of what we can only master a piece of, infinity, just sitting here trying to inhale a memory, to breath in, take internally all the masterful ingredients of this intoxicating brew, if I might sample forever, or tickle infinity, or just cozy up with eternity for awhile, but alas, time does not allow me such luxury, or anyone for that matter, in that way we are all the same, a thousand years from now or ten thousand now behind, time, almost a stranger here but ever that hand on the shoulder, but dreams can cover over the sobriety of reality in this endeavor, so surely the sun does finally log off, ending my journey, as if I am the only one on earth at the moment, not a lonesome feeling, but the ever calming presence of the ocean, pulling and waving, breathing in my ear, speaking a language older than man, but somehow the ear adjusts and understands.

this is where I was while musing… the closest beach to my house, about 15 minutes, sure, it is not like the sugar sands of south Jersey, or maybe not that pristine (but recovering), shame on me for not going more often than I have in the past, the ocean is cleansing, it is a reminder of the vastness of the world (and beyond), our small part, and the tide is therapy… at least to me…