Thoughts from the porch… (maryland)

September 16, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

Here is where I am… Scientist Cliffs, MD

white and black moon with black skies and body of water photography during night time — Photo by GEORGE DESIPRIS on Pexels.com

so here I am, admiring the moon across the water, shimmering sections of the bay hold my attention, I come back here every year, laziness, familiarity, perhaps, maybe I have found something that suits me, my personality, having the experience of being in the middle of nowhere but yet with slingTV, cable internet and a Starbucks fifteen minutes away, sure, that’s fair, but I am off the beaten path, even if that path is not but a stone’s throw away, the familiarity lets me decompress, the guess and the guess work has been removed, there is still plenty I could do or explore in these parts, just as in my own state there are corners and nooks I have yet to really route around in, I suppose I revel in the strange juxtaposition of this place, the cliffs produce fossils from the miocene era quite often, I am staying in a hand built 100 year old log cabin, and I am sitting here typing on my dumbly suped up alienware laptop, whittling away at the meaning of life or at least mine, it all seems pretentious, sometimes I feel guilty, do I deserve this? do I feel guilt due to circumstance? perhaps, but how can we change the circumstance of how we are brought in to this world, all we can do is be empathetic, I say those words, but I do not know if I believe them 100%, although I should, the truth does not always set you free, maybe like many things I must practice in this, allowing myself to uncoil and feel able to embrace my life such as it is, I did not wrong anyone to have the things I have, maybe the world did, but I do not want to have blind thankfulness to that end, but tonight should not be about such things, I need to clear my mind, feel the subtle gentle wisp of wind, cold dew on the bottom of my feet, I have to decompress, let all the stress from work seep out into the ground, let the moon’s light cleanse me as I lose myself in those ripples down on the bay, soak up each moment and forget myself for a time, deep exhale, the world moves on regardless, this is my time to become lost, for a few days, not quite separated from the race, but enough to recharge and renew, it all begins with the view, and the immediate effect I feel…

you can check out the views of Scientist Cliffs on my YouTube channel, I am uploading the moon vid right now, it is taking some time, I should be posting some nice vids this week from my new 4K go pro style cam… or at least that is the plan…

the silent houses (redux) …

September 15, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

related to an earlier post, I forgot I wrote the accompanying poem… so, here it is, for what that’s worth…

adult alone black and white blur — Photo by Kat Jayne on Pexels.com

the silent houses
where widows dwell
draped in shrouds
for now lost spouses

every corner filled
friend and family cover
for seven cycles of hours
dishes, well wishes and flowers

for then night comes
in the familiar home
only one heart beats now alone.
the silent houses

musical … Katatonia – My Twin

a simple poem about the endemic unity of earth…

September 14, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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oh for one solemn wish
I pine for the days of pangea
one continent
one land
no language in the absence of man
no war to conquer
no death to divide
one continent
one land

notes… just something that came to me, all of the earth, well, that above the oceans was once just one land mass, so it seems division is natural… but yet unity was the original model… juxtaposition I say ! as we were all in the womb we all meet the grave, so keep that as a keepsake in your mind’s pocket, and like a locket look upon the wisdom as a reminder when you can… that perfect picture, a perfect unified land…

Music… rock out with a good message… Warrior Soul – Man Must Live As One

thoughts, likes, comments, spam, bot activity, russian dating site links…. are all appreciated, as well as your time for stopping by with those eyes, those peepers, so…. thanks people, without the lot of you I am letters on the wind.

lost. love. letters.

September 13, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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went unsaid
but mere words I thought
my deeds the weight of motion
so I thought
now the deepest wound
the unhealed hole
is roughly hewn by hands known
went unsaid
and never will
a numbness until my death
carried lumber unto my bed
pulled by mules on carts
wheels churned in sand
the further I go
the closer I come
all that is past
can not be undone
regardless of prayer
or passing seasons
some joyous more than some
but still
left inside –
went unsaid

notes… my weekly delve into the depths of my heart and the loss thereof, how I squandered love, true love, I am not saying there is nothing beyond, but experience tells me it will never be as easy as it was with her, it just ‘fit’, hard to explain it just was, which drives my logic side insane but adds infinite fuel to my romantic side… in other words it drives me nuts…

“photos” (in memorial for 9/11)

September 12, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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every passing year, I look at the photos, the faces, listen to the somber sayings of the names, listening for the ones I know, not just names on a stone, although cold black granite serves the solemn sober nature reserved, for days like these, the stone stays as still and quiet as the solid photo poses, the lost ones, the never found, buried in that ground, time stopped there, in those footprints, in moments and long winding agonies down, forever and at once, rubble, a giant cloud of dust, time stood still to watch the towers fall as if unreal, but this was real, every day, I drive by, that skyline, my entire life the twin towers were there, but they were just buildings on a postcard, nothing more, not the photos of those lost, taken from the earth in two fell swoop, photos captured in time, of lives taken too soon, a reminder of the gentle foothold we hold on this precious earth, in an instant, a moment, that will undoubtedly fade into time and history, the names will be read, and over time the numbers will dwindle, as the greatest generation fades so too shall ground zero one day, a footnote, a lost monument but not for now, time marches on, a lifetime is just a summer song in the coming wake of winter, so sometimes we must pause in the sake of human misery, so we may remember the fallen, so we may be reminded of those here, to love one another, even if for an instance, that glimpse, those photos so silent, take action now, while your breath still allows it…

Music… For My Fallen Angel….

more thoughts, from the porch (duality)…

September 11, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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I want to run up that ruby lined ridge line on the back of that mountain of a cloud, right up to the moon, I wish to go there but know I never will, but how soon my romantic side forgets, the moon, sitting there framed in blue, is not quite in our sky, my logical side steps in to remind that the moon is in perfect orbit, locked in the cold black breathless death of space, a dead world, echoes of impacts heard in countless lifeless craters, traces of history of billions of years as if transpired just yesterday, as magical, as mystical as the moon may seem, the man, the moon, the dream, it is the dead end of all being, and what will be, for when life retreats or is drawn to another place, a lifeless husk will remain, dust, gravity no longer caring, losing it’s grip, so weak it becomes just a globe in another’s collection, so which do I choose? of my dual nature I lean to the romanticism of the world, the concept of the eternal, but there is that constant reminder in the sky, whether a sliver, a quarter or full glory, the fact that everything dies is not much consolation for the living, more like a rationalization that we all drive down that dead end road, logic is cold, hard to argue with a stone as words do not carve granite well, or at all, but I suppose what choice do I have but to drive on, forward, with hope, for the alternative, while more rational, more reasoned, more probable, leaves nothing on the bone and in fact no bones… at all.

music? I can not resist, I am a child of the late 80’s after all… so…

>>>>> Duran Duran – New Moon on Monday

oh yeah, this post is part of The Porch Project which has no rules aside from me sitting out on the porch, days of the week? month? nah… just when I can, and thanks for stopping by, this little bus stop of my mind, I appreciate the time and eyes…. thanks.

thoughts from the porch…

September 10, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

beautiful bloom blur bright — Photo by Matthias Zomer on Pexels.com

‘the lone dandelion’
as I look all about my yard, thinking of something clever to say, or some universal truth to transmit, I have to remind myself, the whole purpose of sitting out here, is, none of these things, to let the world flow, and go from there, I suppose that is my humanity tugging at my strings, sometimes I feel like I could pen a novel in an afternoon, or other times I struggle to write a simple line, maybe this is one of those times, so I pay more attention to the dog, perhaps as slavish as I to routine, yet I know her senses are much keener than mine, or at least more overt, maybe mine are buried by human arrogance, I look at all the leaves scattered on the lawn, a chill I know but since left long ago has snuck back into this room, alas, where did the summer go? I suppose that sentiment loses some significance as we get older and are saddled with work, the days of youth – the summer was this singular freedom, long days, beach days, peeling skin, neon colored buckets, hiking in the catskills, scraped knees, everything seemed possible, now, just the nicer drive to work, waking up with sunlight and coming home with same, a delight on it’s own, and it is coming to a close, as everything does, I suppose, I look off to one of my bamboo bushes, and oddly, totally out of season, there is a single dandelion, no, not even in the flower phase, in the hair is white spread the seeds phase, how odd, and how quite late, I want to tell the little guy he is a bit out of sorts, but why cut short the singular joy this little weed might be channeling, a single dandelion spreading it’s wings, futile, I know, but the singular notion of it is in a way inspiring, a singular bloom out of season, but a bloom just the same, for a second, there is spring even in the face of the fading shadow of summer.

(part of my ongoing series, oddly called The Porch Project, ok, maybe not so oddly)

musical accompaniment: Warrior Soul – Children of the Winter

backwards saying making sense…

September 7, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

“don’t speak dead of the ill.”

left human eye — Photo by Ruslan Alekso on Pexels.com

note… just me playing with words, these things pop into my head from time to time, so, I will post them sometimes, not everything has to be a novel you know… and this little line is a little deeper than you may know on the surface, if you ponder such, think about what I am saying here by flipping the usual translation…

lost. love. letters. (haiku edition, short and sweet)

September 6, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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a birthday candle
made upon one selfish wish
a moment with her

notes… and so the pining does muster on, I’d like to pretend I don’t think about things, and how I might make them different, and all the other fantasies in my mind, but I will always remain hopeful, as the random tide of the world brought us together once, maybe there is sequel in there somewhere (and not a rewrite with bad actors), I am a cork in the river in that way, letting the universe work things out, I am not sure if that is the right approach, when it comes to such things I am not sure about much… at all…

music…

>>> Second Self – Red October

underrated… much like me… my humor is subtle, you have to trust me on that front, these guys almost made it, like a lot of bands, they had the goods but just didn’t “hit” enough for the label to push them at the time, they are still around (the guys, not the band) in various forms… or so I am told…

when life gives you apples… (a story tied to a hurricane )

September 5, 2019September 5, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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“ginger gold“
for such as the ocean hath reached the land
and scorched with tide by god’s own hand
for fierce camille stormed in from the coast
and brought forthwith the entire gulf
through these valleys that became the sea
countless washed past these winesap trees,
but amidst this rip in nelson county tract
from this ripe new wound so would emerge
a fruit pure golden and brightly new
so forever we are reminded true
of dear old clyde and his wife
this plot of earth, the loss of life
for from the mud and roots up torn
that golden apple took up form,
to you, I raise my ginger gold
to you rise! from that dire stance
this fruit of hope, so behold –
so began, the ginger gold.

notes… so this has a lot of footnotes, or links as they are these days, in short I am fascinated by hurricanes and dorian is no exception (I called it floyd 2.0 days ago), I took a look back at the 1969 hurricane season which is a historical one, it produced camille which devastated the gulf coast with a 27 foot (confirmed, probably higher) storm surge, this is a mirror for what happened in the bahamas, so one of the things the storm (camille) produced, outside of the devastation, was the discovery of a new (since popular) varietal of apples, survivors of the massive flooding that killed over 150 people discovered it in the wake of all that tragedy. The rest, well, that should be obvious I hope, and all power to the muse as I wrote this all today in almost one stroke…

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