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Monday, November 21, 2016

Untrue

You left me because you say that I have been untrue, to you

Untrue to you?

What!? Untrue??
I gave you of myself
I gave you my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams

My heart

With radiant eyes, I looked upon your face
I clasped you in my arms
and I wept for all the silences, that revealed all you wouldn't say

Untrue to you

All that I have is myself
I have only wished for happiness

Untrue to you

I gave you all, and all was sunk
deep, deep into that pit of sorrow
that infects your soul and radiates a silent pulse of animosity

Untrue to you, no!

Untrue to myself, I am mine alone to give and belong to no one else.

I gave you all I had
In return, I am set adrift

True to myself, all I have to give, my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams

To share,
with someone else

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Prompt - Write about what others have said about your writing

It's been a while since I really engaged with my writing and my audience. The last time I was seriously writing was when I was in the middle of a divorce and had a blooming friendship with a really creative guy in Australia.

That was an interesting time in my life. There was this little community of bloggers that I got to be a part of. Sometimes I miss them.

Well, that's about as much writing as I've got in me for the moment... TTYL

Friday, February 12, 2016

Rudyard Kipling's Poem "IF"

I love this poem it is to me a statement of living life with a dignified and realistic optimism.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!


~Rudyard Kipling

Dennis Hopper has an done several readings of this poem through the years, this is an interesting discussion about his interest in the poem, the poem itself and some clips of his readings.

http://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/features/literature/the-middle-word-in-life-dennis-hopper-and-rudyard-kiplings-if.html

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Shattered Records

We are the product of our own fears
they play like a broken record

Round, round, round

Can you really know someone?

Do you know me?

I've been shattered by someone else's record
now my record is a scream in the night

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Puppy Love

Puppy love

A puppy is a little soul
a trusting little soul

He romps and plays
spending his days
in love

He loves you, he loves me
he loves the side of his favorite tree

Doggie houses, doggie wishes
doggie treats, doggie life

Puppies love without condition
puppies love without fear

Doggie hearts can be broken
little doggies every where

Be kind to doggie hearts
innocent and dear

When your own heart is broken
your little pup will hear

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Someone I love

I've been a ship
sailing through a sea of turbulence
tossed about with no mooring, no anchor
Then we met
there was laughter
there were deep discussions about life, love, foolishness
we named all of our flaws and weaknesses, laughing at our cleverness
laughing away sadness
I set my heart on you
Now you say I've been unfaithful
It hurts so much
I don't know what to do
That anchor is breaking apart and I hear nothing but silence
No recourse, no remorse
no love
Only tears that are flowing
and a breaking heart

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Spinning, flying, dreaming

Spin through the air

feet flying

a doll in the wind

checkered vortex and stars await me

as I run into the shadows

Inky places

Rushing at me

as the pebble rolls

spinning sidewalk

Zooming cars

Zip everything up and put it in my pocket.

I reach out to grasp

the dragonflies tail

it is hovering

if I could grasp it

it would fly me past the slow motion movie

upon a screen

reclining against the boulder

a man

sipping languidly

from a bottle of dew

watching the water

roll past his feet.