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lost. love. letters.

lost. love. letters.

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back to my regularly scheduled programming… Thursdays are for the lachrymose, those moments when I reflect on her…

brown wooden dock over body of water
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“a slow pour,
in a bar in paradise
islamorada, florida
sitting on a stool
of course, by myself
top shelf
surprised they have basil’s,
a slow pour
some would describe this
exquisite
a perfect sunset
light slides along the gulf
like all those postcards
I suppose I could just buy a bottle
and some pills
and end this right now
as there is something missing
in the midst of all this glory,
a slow pour –
the rattle of melting cubes
the sharp sting of bourbon
punctures my tongue
the view, massages like a familiar tune
the hum of gentle conversation I am not involved in,
a. slow. pour. …
the deck overlooks
overlaps the water
lapping the pylons
sips count the minutes
here
in locked distant beauty
in a bar, in paradise
on the water
I contemplate life –
without you”

notes… this is totally a mental picture for me, and my link to Islamorada above shows… even in the midst of what most would consider paradise…. I remain, on those warm nights, ocean breeze, wishing you were there next to me, I still have hope, down there, somewhere, for new love or the kindling of old (for her, I love you)…

and in the interest of being honest, I was disappointed that my last post got no love… maybe the way I tagged it ?  not sure.. but either way I stand by it with pride….

lost. love. letters…

lost. love. letters…

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three person taking a bath
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“Shower in the AM”
memory trigger
every day
I engage in this morning ritual
today, flashed to the past
-a quite unexpected break, from the norm

hot waterfalls flowing down
the curved contours of your back
and my hands float
soap foam
follows and accents
down,
your palms upon on my chest
jet hair black back
our eyes lock sensual glare
our bodies locked bare
knowing someone else’s body
as close as yours
in this downpour

I remember our apartment
room for two
and a zoo, the time we were together, in love

a simple shower
a tiny detail of that life
I had forgotten, tried to forget
how could I have forgotten
the reminder
back to the present.
you are not here –
I dry off, and go to work.

notes… this is a very personal one, I wrote it back in may, completed it (as it were) today, sort of just a revision, I don’t know if I will ever shake her, probably not honestly, I hope for her sake she has forgotten me, I don’t wish anyone to be mired in this, sometimes I feel it like an anchor but tell myself I have not drowned so it can not be… it can not be… for I am here, I am trying to love her and yet allow for love to replace what is gone by my own hand, so there is guilt there, and truth, and love… I wish I had the strength to just cut through it all like I know I have to… but I don’t, I am searching, and I am optimistic, I am always optimistic…

musical choice for the evening…

BOA – Duvet (Acoustic)

I dare you to find a finer vocalist… jasmine is friggin ridiculous.  This tune was the theme song for perhaps one of the best anime series ever made – LAIN, it is like the matrix on crack, watch it, it is heady and smart.. and the soundtrack? well… astounding…

and .. thanks for all the likes, comments, quiche recipes and whatnot… I am enjoying interacting with you all, thanks (I bowed).

sometimes you don’t know where the trigger comes from…

sometimes you don’t know where the trigger comes from…

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sea of clouds sunrise wallpaper
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at this moment
the sun is veiled
behind a mass of pulled cotton
and slowly revealed, in setting
an everlasting bulb,
I might wish
a night wish
to witness
the super nova
that will end all, here at least
for at least
in that end
I will have one more moment
to share with you, my love
before that great end, with you.

notes… I think we all have fantasies about such, maybe not, but probably, or at least us artistic types, or those of us that live in our head, it is probably better to be an automaton, maybe, I vacillate between wanting to be ignorant and the knowing… but I really don’t have a choice anyway, unless someone bashes me in the head with the proverbial frying pan or age robs me of my rapier whit… I just need to breathe in deep and accept everything, not surrender mind you, but just accept things as they are and concentrate on what I actually have control over… and let go of which I do not.

panoramic photo of bushes near pond
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Music…

Opeth – River

talk about evolution, I imagine many fans of this band are like WTF? but… they are so good musically and show it here, I like that they have evolved completely away from the start, static is boring, I hate boring…

“Bah, love-bug”

“Bah, love-bug”

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statue church amor cupid
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Call me Ebenezer, or hey, just call me!  I am not a big fan of V-Day, the premise is fine, albeit contrived, but I think we should strive to celebrate life spontaneously (when the muse reminds your eye), especially us creative types, the masses (maybe not so much)?  I get it, but some of us follow blogs less traveled and thoughts quite more unraveled, maybe I am the problem ?  sure enough, guilty as shot by that uber bachelor cupid.

 

cupid’s bow
so quaint and narrow
chubby little fellow
seeks hearts o fallow
with one swipe
one strike
this unassuming cherubim
wink’s his eye
and with that
strikes down all of them

notes: just some simple thing I wrote just now in the moment, the point?  love conquers all (even cupid the seemingly ever-bachelor had psyche after all).  I have a more “cupid” oriented poem that I wrote a while ago (seems like ages but I still like it, so sue me, well, don’t sue me, we don’t need that, let’s not do that, thanks)

music… one of the most seductive songs I have ever heard, pump up the volume, the bass lends weight to the lines… listen to the lyrics, oh the damn lyrics.. man alive this makes me feel alive (and want to pick up one of my guitars and just get better expressing myself that way)

>>>>Minus the Bear – White Mystery