the broken men
we are all the same
found the one
to tame our soul
managed to tame the shrew
(as well)
and then break it all down
through self prescribed fall
to then the later
wake up-
to the truth
the lonely existence
random park excursion…
a metaphor…
you can taste the old oil
the used oil
in a fried chicken place
there is a place
the fryer
it fries all orders of the day
and sometimes
the oil stays
to long
and is stale
and old
and you can taste it.
NJ moment…
Sea Bright, NJ, one of NJ’s barrier islands… (yes, we have those)
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…
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…
the jersey wanderer…
I wander the wonderous paths of my fine state in search of the things that I may have ignored all these years… so when I am not writing… I am probably wandering… especially this time of year… (Oceanic Bridge, Rumson NJ)
sometimes it is best to let nature speak for herself… and I am old enough to be smart enough to have learned that… if you like such things please check out my Youtube page (shorts, longs) chronicling my travels… thank you for checking out my little corner of the universe.
the dragon…
might I be the slumbering lumbering dragon
content to nap-a-longly upon my hoard
acquired from years of work or
as my largess buttressed by my comfort in excess
coiled up in satin-silk-sheets infused with softest down,
holed up deep in my cavern
safe from the wrath of seasons
from the desires of children
content to snooze away the days
living in lucid dreams, for why not
have I not
earned this respite
but too comfortable, have I become
as the world outside
creates new wonders past my eyes-
but the real strength now
is to arise,
or die in bones
in this self laden tomb
fierce fangs nobb’d to naught
internal fire burnt to drought
alone with gifts no longer sought-
’tis not youth I seek
just once again to greet
the path
of a new dawn, a new light
with these jaded faded eyes so they once more
can dazzle azure bright alight – in wonder – at this world.
lost love notes…
you have never left my residence
there are times I wish for forgiveness
times of regret-
times to remember joy
at the times that were
in some immaculate light
sometimes I wish never
sometimes I wish always and forever
all these rivers
the source and destination
always lead back to you. (my love)
decades gone and through
there is no one else’s eyes
I long to look into-
then unto death I will stray
or headfirst, who can say
but at that moment
as in most
my once and only thought
-will be you. (my love)
I wonder-
if the anchor is still there
for I know
the shipwreck is
down the river, bide my time
down by the simple river
for just a sample of a spring time song
wash away my thoughts
down the river drawn-
wash over me with the sound
as old as there on sky.
held in mothers arms now
comfort of the ground.
the ever-sun, a companion now
shine on-
on my shoulders-
on my cheek-
a tune spun by a hundred tiny birds
lulls me to hear her now.
Shades of My Garden 