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Dr. Feelgood

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We called it the doctor

not knowing it would prove

to be the prescription for your demise.

Gentle violence, smoldering anger

tearing into your soul, shattering all hope.

Yet another victim

of wicked choices made in youth.

You more than paid the price David.

Stoic solitude

wisdom gained from the streets.

Imperfect prophet,

not a saint but no devil either.

Who can know your final thoughts

mysteries taken to a watery grave.

Swan dive into oblivion, fade to black.

There were moments

where salvation seemed possible

but in the end

the bony hand of death pulled you

beneath the surface.

Rest in Peace my friend.

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The Lonely Blossom

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Heart filled with stillness

heavy air sinking slowly

to collect as dew

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Quiet overtakes

with no need to speak my mind

hushed shadows drifting

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Creamy white richness

stretching on towards the heavens

in a yogic pose

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Perfect proportion

a direct testament to

nature’s harmony

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The lonely blossom

reflects its peace on the pond

content to just be

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Love’s bounty ripples

outwards with tranquility

a serene blessing

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Music of Angels

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The morning stillness
a blank canvas
to leave an imprint.

Unexplored wonders
yet to be revealed
through dawns amber hue.

Delicate petals unfurled
turn slowly towards
the warmth of light.

Music of Angels
elegantly composed
on silver lyre strings.

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These Are The Times

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Shimmering radiance
of full moons glow.

Never more alive than
those moments when

I peel back the layers
of rote habit.

Prodding my inner core,
allowed to feel

my real emotions.
Not protected but

at least I am not dulled.
These are the times

that I feel connected,
universal.

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A Silence So Loud it Hurts

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Grey mist replaces what once was bright.

A Silence So Loud It Hurts

A silence so loud it hurts.
Bottomless depths,
absence of light.

Drawing all feeling towards you.
Black hole gravity pull
will never relent.

What will be left when I am gone?
Echoes of us
shadows of love.

Colors drain from the picture.
Grey mists replace
what once was bright.

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In The Arms Of Mother

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Held closely
in the arms of mother nature.
Her watchful gaze,
like a warm embrace that surrounds me.

Nothing bad
can happen here, you at my side.
Constant presence
guides me, providing gentle comfort.

Blowing breeze
swirling up through the canyon walls.
Calling to me
with the beautiful song of your love.

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Impressions of Her

Impressions of Her

Impressions of her

indelibly painted,

sweeping expanding images.

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Savoring the time

never knowing.

Grace comes and goes.

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Could a dream

be what I saw?

How can I know for certain?

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With every shared whisper,

every exchanged glance,

her essence gains gravity.

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Until she appears

before me.

As if by my side

for eternity.

 

 

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Hidden Treasures

hidden treasures

hidden treasures

 

Hidden Treasures

What you keep

hidden away from view

is the summation

of all that is beautiful

in you.

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Your special smile

and what you do,

a beauty that lies below

that precious few knew.

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Poise and warmth

a glance askew

make me feel cheerful

as seldom do.

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On this day

you must not be blue.

Warm greetings and hugs,

happy birthday to you!

~~~

I promised my co-worker who is one of those “talk about my birthday for months before it comes” types that I would give her a special gift on her birthday. Well, this is the best I could do, hope you like it!

Happy Birthday Mercedes.

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Summer Remembrances Of The Yuba River

The Yuba river

The Yuba river

 

Shadows stretch languidly
fluid rivulets groove into granite.
Time passes with no words.

Echoes reverberate against box canyon walls.
Foam spray on mossy stones.
Driftwood collects in swirling eddies.

Dappled stars twinkle and dance on waters surface.
Scent of pine duff wafts.
Calm pools teem with life as
water skeeters flit and skip about.

Breathy breezes and puffy clouds.
Cans of cheap beer chill at rivers edge.
Eyes closed but calming ripples
fill my mind.
Falling deeply into summers trance.

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Lighthouse

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Rudderless and adrift

victim to the whims of current and tide.

 

Imminently threatened

to be dashed against jagged cliffs.

 

You are my beacon, 

Guiding me homeward to calm waters.

 

Without your hand I am a lost soul.

No sextant to chart direction in a starless sky.

 

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Morning Prayer 3/25/14

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On this morning I draw strength and inspiration from others. Those that are kind and those that push through their difficulties and still find time to smile and greet me with warmth. Many are less fortunate than I. Realizing how blessed I am makes me happy. Cherishing my friendships and my family. The beauty around me every day is another source of inspiration. Watching the sun rise every morning is a wonderful opportunity to reflect on the Universe. How can I be anything but grateful for the blessing of life and health? My wish is that today I am able to reflect these feelings back into the world and find my peace.

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Live Oak

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Live Oak

Arms outstretched as if in prayer

tendrils intertwine in delightful chaos.

We have grown wise and old through the years

like the live oak by the river.

Remember how we used to picnic

‘neath her canopy in the summertime

and make love in the evening gloaming protected from view.

The quiet sentinel always willing to keep our secret.

Head resting in your lap as you absentmindedly

ran delicate fingers through my hair.

Feelings of freedom and security, wind rustled leaves

entranced us with hypnotic rhythms.

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Soma

“..there is always soma, delicious soma, half a gramme for a half-holiday, a gramme for a week-end, two grammes for a trip to the gorgeous East, three for a dark eternity on the moon…” Aldous Huxley – Brave New World

Passing days, passion fades

intensity peels off in layers like onion skin.

Blunted, muffled, tamped down.

 

Stuffing cotton gauze in gaping wounds.

 

Hazy dreamy reality

smug, warm and content.

 

Nothing can penetrate the veneer

safe in the cocoon of ignorance.

 

Challenges to status quo rebuffed.

Never question, each day filled

with hermetically sealed and

sterilized packages.

 

Curiosity killed the cat.

Stay in bounds.

Color between the lines.

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Etchings

Scratches on the surface

grooves worn lightly

crisscrossing intricately and delicately.

 

Patterns evolve over time

an expression of the subconscious

let the waves flow

the magnetism will create on it’s own

 

Circadian rhythm

the natural order of things

everything is as it should be

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Ode To The Fish Taco

As I sit in the airport in Ixtapa waiting for the first leg of my journey back home to the states I reflect on my love for Mexican food in general and fish tacos in particular.

How can there be anything greater than a fish taco? After all it is bite sized, healthy and delicious.

I humbly submit the following  ode to the fish taco:

Oh happy day.
“For why?”, you say.
But the reason is clear,
as before me my dear
are a wonderful plate
of fish tacos with a date
to be eaten poste haste,
with a smile on my face.

Do not shed a tear,
I will down them with beer.
And when I am done,
I will verily run
back to the grill
for another plate to fill.

You must realize
that you don’t need fries
as a complement to
fish tacos and brew.
They would just, as they say
get right in the way.

When hunger comes to call
and the sun starts to fall.
You know where to go.
Don’t walk, that is too slow.

Fish tacos and beer
is a meal you cannot fear.
To be truthful they are
my favorite by far!

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