from the tip of my tongue


yes my dear i can hear, yes i will for as long as i am this i can promise you for as long as life lives and lovers give this i can promise you

of course i can see why do you ask and of course i will for as long as i am asked and that i promise you

is that your hand, yes i thought so, feel alright  why yes you should know that i can promise you and it will last for as long as you ask, every one feels and that much i can promise you

the taste of honeydew and the love on your lips why should i not be able to savor the flavor of love from now until the ends of the earth, it is certain this i do promise you

the scent buried in my mind of honeysuckle and sunshine is embedded deep in side what is that you cant think that i could not yes the promise remains

follow yes do not tarry rather hurry the light is growing dim and your voice seems mute though the promise is given the smell of love and the sweet taste of us  why the bitter hurry now i promised you are you coming where are you  come on now i promised

 

threehundredandsixtyfivedaysandsomehours


I have carried with me for the past few days a feeling that I was forgetting something.  I have been checking my pockets, Searching through my pickup, Looking in my drawers, [ My dresser drawers ! ], etc.  Today I realized that one year ago I dreamed up a name, filed a password and wrote my very first blog.

One year in the life of a man is a very short time so making a big deal of such a minor event seems to me a bit pretentious. So why is it that as I write these words, right now , my eyes well with tears and all the memories of the blogs, and the feedback and the sharing, overwhelm my senses ?

Could it be that the folks who have read me, communicated with me, disagreed with me and smiled with me are really REAL people ?

Thank you all from the depths of my very soul for inviting me and my ideas into your den. I refer to the blog as my den for here I am free to acknowledge my every whim, to vent my every frustration, to match hearts with some of the most giving REAL souls I have ever had the pleasure to meet.

Fellow READERS, and I say this because anyone who writes must therefore read, Thank you all for sharing your feelings, thoughts , fears and celebrations with me ! I am a better person for having met you all .

BTW    I do not intend to go anywhere that I cannot climb into the ‘net, so You will all have to put up with me for the forseeable future. [or not] Damned philosophy!

 

Blind Luck


Love is blind, we know all too well, blind love can easily lead one to hell

On earth, for emotion so strong may blind even the most astute

Scholar of iridescent feelings, and cause the unravelling of controlled will.

Search carefully , certainly with eyes and mind both clear,

Be sure the reflection between two is a mirror,

Because uneven vision combines to create a potent state of peril!

Run not into love , blind as a bat.

Walk in and enjoy till eyes see the complete

Picture composed , when true hearts do meet.

Shortcut


I think that I will skip through life,

just step over the holes on to level ground

No pain, no chain, cut through the strife

listen now to my heart pound

As though a hammer mill was thinning my soul

Blow after blow, condensing my being into concentrate,

Just add water and do not be late, do not hate

That I can skip the lessons and not berate

The toiling folk who struggle

Through the steamy concrete jungle.

Around the interlude whence the music flows,

With the attitude of a flourishing rose,

So pretty to see , so painful to hold,

It is all about skipping and being bold.

God looks after fools you see,

And no greater exists than little old me!

What is happening?


Pain in the neck is robbing my sleep.

Go to a doctor, let him have a peek.

Find the pain source, knock it out with a shot.

Warmth on the neck, an oncoming wreck!’

Fear, confusion,  struggle, illusion.

Breathing gets tough,moving is rough.

Dual worlds, gravity pulls, desperate hand holds, words not understood.

Legs pushing up, arms grasping the bunk, a flop on the mattress,eyes looking up.

Hand reaching out doubtfully trying to help with no understanding.

Twins become one and breathing is labored.

Voice finally heard communication struggles.

Control eases in, questions are pondered.

A day disappears while others peek, pry and question.

Home again, no questions answered, heart is okay, no pain in the neck.

Coming soon , more interviews!