This morning I picked up my Martin guitar and wrote this song in less than 20 minutes. It came to me in it’s completed form. I wrote it down as it arrived in my consciousness. Virtually no words were changed. No words were scratched out. I love the superconsciousness and my brain.
First Love
First Love
What if we’d never met?
What if we’d never kissed?
A first love would have still materialized.
And the emotion attached would still exist.
However, the universal connection of souls would have been altered.
How do we value one relationship to another?
Fascinating.
Just a thought!
Never ending Love;
There are loves that are so sweet, that they should never be forgotten, no matter what the initial time continuum.
We need to nourish them, not condemn them, as some assassinators of truth.
If we are truly here for a short time, and our purpose is to experience as much bliss as possible, then, if we do not compromise trust and devotion, then we should be able to contain ourselves, morally, in order to drink in this dimension of time and space.
What fun! What exciting anticipation! Is it harmless? I truly believe it is, in that no harm should come to others, emotionally, or physically.
Spirits can come together and, momentarily, spiral around each other, drinking in the moment.
An Anniversary of Freedom
Sometimes only poetry can satisfy the soul.
Is it too late in love we life, whose striven longer or lust we crave
For wanton sharing of memories daze our minds for now or long lost days
Your beauty crests as sea to bow, from side to side as rhythm stays
And I must simply wait the tide for your return to mark my ways
And we are lost in transient weaves for sure of what we walk to cleaves
Of unknown shelter of content to what we wish for, lives unspent
For when all thoughts can vanish blind to wisdom of the ages kind
For lessons learned, so much to bear, ignite the flame, explode the flare
Our souls unite in flight to sky, the cosmic essence of our lives.
On Passing of Friends
Lest We Forget
Dr. Raymond Babineau
Was it yesterday or the day before that we met?
There was so much ahead to see, no need to revisit, only new
Friendships came easily and we thought they would last forever,
Naïve or strong belief that it could be different than our parents
Days seemed endless, and nights only a fleeting moment
Each day was a vacation
“Some day” seemed so far away, like Ferlingetti footsteps in the sand,
Making a difference was the most important
Then life got in the way.
Rolling Stones’, Keith Richards said that life is what happens when you are making plans
For something else
One day speeds into the next, like running water from a faucet, continuous
Pictures remind us of our past, lost, but not forgotten
We resist even taking a picture so the reminder cannot be cast as a shadow in our way
Some are melancholy, some never think. It’s easier that way.
That way there is the numbness that can keep us from thought. It’s called routine.
Like doing door to door. Bedroom to bathroom, bathroom to kitchen, kitchen to car,
Car to office, office to office, office to car, car to home, home to solace, solace to sleep,
Only to repeat like the emails that won’t go away
The reason to play is for the one shot,
Like golf, there is one that keeps us looking for the next.
Of course there are the kids.
Just the thought makes the eyes sweat because men don’t cry.
The vessel of Hope holds so much
A cornucopia and a cacophony,
Like constant alliteration that runs off the page onto the next
Then being positive, sometimes, just sucks
Wallow can feel so good, like the warm feeling of relief as a young child in the middle of the night
Fatigue makes cowards of us all
Cause without contrast, how can we know the bold colours
Brian Tracy says that life is a series of problems, occasionally interrupted by catastrophes
Looking forward, however, has the best rewards, like blue ribbons that can line the walls
New friends, new day, new-ness
The freshness of knowing the world is better off because we’re here
Reminding us that all is well, not missing
“In touch” can cost so little,
Even Hallmark has no corner on the market
A note, a photo can hold so much thought and memory
Like a run-on sentence that doesn’t stop for a breath for fear of interruption
The best memories are the ones with sweetness
Worth the revisit
Was just thinking of you, then
God Bless