sometimes just a bird…

sometimes just a bird…

two bare trees beside each other during sunset
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12.12.2018

when on here the lonely call

of a bird that seems alone

against the coming grays of cold

wondering why he has not gone

off onto a winter home


notes… I finished up work about 3am last night (after a 1:30am jaunt monday… virus protection on your PCs people argghhghgh!!!), I was down in the boogie down bronx (actually a historical site turned into a supermarket), not exactly the nicest area but I have to say I enjoy traveling all over the tri-state area into every conceivable economic situation from Newark, the Bronx, Franklin Lakes, Millville, Smithtown, Copiague, Danbury, Hastings-On-Hudson, Cold Springs and so many more.  It is a good way to stick the thermometer of life in and take a reading to see what you don’t have on the high end and how much you do compared to those who live with much less.  I value that perspective, I try to ground myself in it (not always successful). sheesh I can ramble, point being I have been busy and tired (uninspired) but this hit me word for word as I got in my car this morning.  I opened the car door, heard this one little bird, I scanned for it, I could not triangulate the little bugger, even with no cover from leaves, bare trees and this singular sound bouncing about, sure in my head I know there are birds that stick it out, but still, if I had wings, would I stay in a place, like this ?

as always, thank you for reading, comments, thoughts, strange jars fashioned in the shape of faces are always appreciated.

music? … I must admit a guilty pleasure here, although they are technically sound I swear!  Underrated band that met their end too soon (and of course there is a NJ connection, hey, I am a homer)…

Badlands – Winter’s Call

(OK, cmon, forgive the hair, it was a thing at the time… the guitar sound is too sweet)

A simple thought for perspective.

A simple thought for perspective.

light nature sky sunset
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10.9.2018

a lone flower standing

a lone in the field

in autumn, the last of it’s kind

as far as it knows


notes… life is all about perspective. As I have said in the past I do not write haiku (nothing against ya my haiku brothers and sisters) but this was haiku ‘feel’ to me (I have read tons of haiku books personally, I particularly like the death poem genre (jeez that sounds morbid, let me go paint my nails black…)

King’s X – Honesty (acoustic)

This song brings a tear to my eye, I must confess, and what does it matter now, when did it ever matter, how we put stock in what others think, the older I get the more I think… about how wrong I have been, and do not want to be going forward, all we can do is learn.  be well anyone who reads this, and thanks.

A quick thought/observation…

A quick thought/observation…

pathway surrounded by trees
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11.23.2018

the gathering of leaves, in piles
sculpted by the wind
the original, feng shui


I don’t write haiku, I don’t hate it (I do not like the restrictions), in actual fact I have read tons of haiku over the years, one of my favorite books was a collection of death poems (sort of a sub genre of haiku), but this poem above is my ‘feel’ of haiku, it should have ebb and flow, like a tide, and the tide carries a truth revealed, maybe it is just me, some random nut, but I think not, because I am that random nut, so how could I, perched in this house, perceive that from my perspective, I can only share my interaction and inner tinkering, a beginning to understanding. pass the gravy, let me overdose on turkey and pass out.

And without rebuke… thank you if you read any of this, I do appreciate it, comments are always appreciated, criticism is especially valuable – how can I see my own flaws without you as a mirror ?

beach haiku…

beach haiku…

beach bench boardwalk clouds
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I don’t always write haiku, but when I do it is is, well, haiku silly… I generally like to not have form but sometimes I like it, so what the hell… I was sitting on the beach, listening to the surf, and these words, and syllables occurred (because I do always think of her, wherever she is, I think of her).


entrance to the beach
the thousands of footprints down
none of them are yours


alone on the bench
ocean breeze washes over
do you think of me


streetlights long shadows
strangers walk, conversations
I am here alone


stars shine down as fixed
couples on bicycles pass
am I being judged


take a picture of
my very shadow being
I leave nothing here


music… one of my fave bands and albums….

Minus the Bear – Michio’s Death Drive

if that don’t get your gaggle giggin… well, I give up