lost love letters…

lost love letters…

(1)
so many years (pause)
and i still think of you
I should have been more selfish then-
realized then, not now
hindsight is a lens
a curse, a gift, fire to burn it all down to the soul
god- I miss you
nothing- since has been you
nothing- close (and I apologize to those)
so I wonder
how it has been for you
when I feel like the murderer standing over the body,
the right decision has always felt wrong
so I wonder then
what has become
our future now that is has become none;
but let you know
never a day passes
that you are not
in my thoughts, and those thoughts are love.

(2)
to you (my love):
for our paths to cross once more
once again
as meant to be
like the first go round
hopefully
beyond this world
in another
some where other
where the house we live in
is our own, no one else
no outside world to know
only each other
in each other’s arms, as one
as in those moments
we had-
that is heaven, my love
for I will wait for you there.

see, wall

see, wall

on the old sea wall…
standing in the light rain
bait fish shimmer the surface
gulls dive in to catch their prey
alone I witness, all this
not another, in long sights
the tell tale signs-
concrete, battered barrier wood
some lush green sea-grass revealed
from the tide out at sea from home
even with all the metal
and asphalt
miles of paven path in both directions long
I feel more surrounded
and humbled by the mother here
knowing, all this is a temporary dream
as wonderous as this may be
, this rampart.

(the locale)

in my travels I endeavor to find little nooks of peace in this crazy loud mixed up wonderful world… sometimes this succeeds even beyond my expectations, a lone stretch of sea wall, not another person around, no sounds but birds and the surf, the occasional plane of course, this is New Jersey… but a light rain seems to have broken all comers but yet the sunset of light purples and pinks hints off in the distance.. yeah, I would say this was worth it. (for videos of my various excursions please check out my Youtube station, thanks for reading and spending some time here).

enigma by wing, a metaphor

enigma by wing, a metaphor

as the crow
a spy
or just a curious fellow
a thief
or an enterprise

so… I am trying inflection here… something I play with time to time, not sure if it is an actual thing or something that actually works… so hear me out (in your head voice as that is what is reading this)… the first line is meant to invoke “as the crow flies” but I leave out the “flies” and add the rhyme to infer the previous line which is not there… trying to trick your brain, I can’t recall if I ever explained this to folks. and like most of my works this was off the cuff, my mind thinks like that in the moment, it is a musical/rhythm thing I suppose… perhaps I am being too verbose? nah, that’s my deal, I just write, if passer bys dig the flyers on my wall, yay! if not.. well, have a good travel my friend…

note.

note.

can I capture the picture of a sound?
with these words.
a shared memory
a specific moment in time
I am not asking for me
I am asking for-
who might ever find this note
some years from now
like some abandoned float
a message, a bottle
albeit digital I suppose
floating in the ether
of thoughts
and mine
long gone.

haiku/staccato style I suppose, not prose, that much I know, not much else though.

her eminence…

her eminence…

the eminence of rain
might I speak to her,
the bringer, the vessel, the purveyor
or perhaps understand
in some manner
the manner of the mechanism
for which I can not understand
or form the correct questions
for my bones are of the same creation
the same atoms inhabit my domain
in fact are probably cousins
or will I understand only then
when they break down
and have a global family reunion

more NJ wandering…

more NJ wandering…

Lake Musconetcong, Netcong NJ

I was a town over having my car serviced at the dealership… plan ahead, find a spot, work it in to your schedule… it is worth it… I also got lucky and captured a great blue heron, herons are the bane of my existence, I forget my long range lenses all the time and those buggers are notoriously skittish… but… this little 10 minute tangent out of my day made my day…