urban, local, suburban, poetry…

urban, local, suburban, poetry…

man standing on gray pathway
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neighborhood
a strand of slang
to grasp the meaning
of the voices within
these raised walls
old root under foot
sidewalk cracks bends up
hand prints in cement
mark child years
within these blocks
stories grown and told
a library of the neighborhood soul
for language is the life lived on tongues
passed down deeds and stories sown
dusk to dawn
father to daughter
mother to son
all along
the community bond

notes… this is one of those that escapes me as to why I wrote it, just one of those things man, inspiration in a bottle in a tempest in a storm in the maelstrom of my own personal weather system… something like that…

music?  dirty blues man, dirty dirty blues, dishwater dirty blues that speak with grit and spit soul….

Left Lane Cruiser – Putain!

a prayer…

a prayer…

astronomy cosmic cosmos dark
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a prayer to mother earth

I wish to sit down with mother earth
and exchange pleasant trees
so they may grow
and I may be remembered
within the vessel
by the entity
that has allowed this life
and very breath
the will to breathe back life
unto her lands

note: I can not say I believe in reincarnation, however my essence, or at least these molecules typing will certainly be part of the earth far longer than my death and birth, I take slight comfort in that, not ultimate comfort but at least I know that my atoms are indeed local, in this neighborhood and were probably embodied in countless bodies of every manner of life… past, present and going forward…

from the porch (vacation, lost.love.letters edition)…

from the porch (vacation, lost.love.letters edition)…

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Prolog: the photo above is literally the view behind the hotel here in the Poconos, I needed to unplug for a few days so here I am, at night they light up the falls with flood lights and all around the outside decks are torches, there is an outdoor bar/restaurant sort of under the hotel observation decks,  so this is where I was when I penned this tonight.

sitting here, somewhere in between, civilization and nature, a crossroads of seams, where worlds meet, unsure of my allegiances, for I feel I have drifted far, the constant motion and shower of waterfalls, lit up this night by artificial lights, pieces of conversations are more like a hum, nothing distinct, not as succinct or as calming as the waters constant falling, sitting here, alone, in the middle of everyone, other’s lives, unaware of each other’s stories, strife, or triumphs, or nothings, a gentleman is serenading the outside bar with acoustic renditions, gathering polite applause between songs, his voice seems more in harmony with the water than the human din dining and drinking to the sides of him, fueled torches flicker in the slight breeze, dancing to a completely different song unto themselves but in tune with the water, somehow, I consider this scene for a second, like a painting, a framework snapshot of heaven if for a moment touched the earth, but for me, there is quite the angel missing, by my own hand, my own doing, I am never sure if that fact makes the wound that much worse or open longer my forever, somehow this perfect scene, the serene, the seeming peace accord between the pulverizing mass of humanity and the glorious natural wonder of the world, I can not enjoy this the same, without you, without you to share this with, all the goodness and hope saps my strength, as my thoughts turn to you, only you, sometimes a shadow is impossible to shake, so I withdraw, to my room.

Post: check out my Youtube channel as I am uploading some cool videos of my travels this week… mostly waterfalls and such, I’m a sucker for nature you know…

And thanks for all the looks, likes and random off color comments !

a prayer for…

a prayer for…

artistic backlit beauty breathtaking
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“a prayer for exuberance
to stay and chat for a while
to not depart
as quick as come
I beg of you
to stay the setting sun
so I might awake
and look over
and be overwhelmed
with joyfulness
each breath to take
in from that unending source
to exhale out into the world
to be renewed in every moment
once and forever more”

notesrelated to my previous post, written at the same time but in a different vein… and also a bit of a different thought…

conversations, in your head…

conversations, in your head…

aerial photo of crater lake
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the living scar
might you take a stroll
and walk with me a while
tell me your ills
tales of woe
broken wrecks
upon these bones
so let us stroll
down these miles
through winding paths
all the while
your soul’s despair
sitting on a bench
for contemplation
under the stars
for this map has been tread upon
landmarks marked in the charcoal drawn
paces met to trace a start
I’ll lend you an ear
and reveal all you’ve taught
so, let us talk

notes… nah, I don’t feel like it tonight, I think this one is self evident, besides I am on vacation this week… off to the poconos, local but oddly I have never stayed there just driven through…

music?  heavy, if you can handle it…. Scar Symmetry – Dreaming 24/7

a little simple (poem)…

a little simple (poem)…

black wooden louver door window
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“tired
jaded by the sun
must recall
the rush of life
in all forms
and regain
the wonder
the miracle
forward”

notes… just something that struck me, life has a routine to it that we get used to, but we shouldn’t forget how amazing it is that we are actually here, at this moment, I try to hold on to that, that amazing fact…

lost. love. letters.

lost. love. letters.

a bird on a rock of a mountain cliff by the ocean
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“if for one more time
might I hear the songbirds song
outright up upon summer’s dawn
and feel the warmth of that good sun
one last time before I am utterly gone
from this place back to the ground
to be remade yet might I hear that sound
one more time
one dear final time
to hear that bird and her song”

notes… a little more subtle this week, same theme though, lost.love.letters is now archived on my collections page (if it is something you dig).

music to contemplate life by…. Stellardrone – On a Beam of Light

 

and I walked outside this morning…

and I walked outside this morning…

orange leaf on white surface
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a
maple leaf
landed
upon
my windshield
one,
proof
that the autumn
is still
young,
wildflowers still
in bloom
along
the roadway
as the sun
slowly dips
into
the sinking horizon

notes… to me this is about rhythm… but it came to me as thus, this morning, as I approached my car, my aim is to look up and out to see the world for a few seconds, and take it in, before engaging in the useless rat race in which I’m in

sometimes simple.

sometimes simple.

gray commuter bike parked on road beside sea
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a wheel
is not just a circle
there is structure
there is spokes
there is direction
paths and roads

notes… strictly a writer nerd thing here, ever just right something and totally forgot you wrote it into existence ?  yeah, this is one of those, just something like a common sense poem, a throwaway of sorts, simple and short, like haiku but not…

music ? ok, I’m on that…

Edie Brickell & NewBohemians

a couple of prayers…

a couple of prayers…

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a prayer to know
when is the time
to surrender to life
when is the time
to conquer this life
and to then know and tend
the vast grounds between

a prayer for the small birds
whose confidence I can not seem to garner
for may they find what they need
in this coming barren season
although there is no need
for I see them every spring

notes… for those who might be new to peruse my blog,  I use ‘prayer’ in the non religious sense, if you want to use it in the religious sense, cool, I have no problem with that, I think everyone looks to the sky at some point and asks for something sometime, I was an atheist once upon a time but these days I want to believe there is something else but have to accept the possibility there is nothing and I will simply disappear from all existence when I am gone, there is no hope in that end, so I choose hope over logic in that regard, does it quell my mind and fears ? no… but it is better than utter despair, so that is where I am at, prayer is not a harmful thing, try not to make it selfish, I think that is the right ring… (and I do post other ‘prayer’ works, check out my collections & series page).

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