Like
water
rolling
off
of
a
duck's
back.














That
is
what
your
words
are.















When
I
decide
not
to
hear
them.

Swan Haiku

A cygnet today

preening grey,
dirty feathers

is tomorrow's swan

drying desert wind
brings stinging tears to my eyes
I blink, they are gone

I want to be there, again.

It's lonely up here,
where the ground
is firm and the world is
dark and cold,
surrounded by noise
and fire and the
rushing and bustling
of people with lives
and needs and wants,
I hate it.

I want to be lost
underneath,
never to return,
surrounded by fragile being
that goes day to day
just trying to survive,
accepting me as part
of their world,
wary but unquestioning,
giving me space,
inviting me in,
no matter who or
what
I might be.

I wouldn't mind doing this every day...

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On a musical note: I have had the absolute pleasure to meet J.D. Hanke - a world class guitarist, mind you - and convince him to give this rank amateur lessons in his art. Check out his music here and enjoy. I can only hope to be half as good someday...

Here's lookin' at me, kid.

Dinosaur
I long
to go back
to the days
where
nothing changed,

where
days were long
and hours were
empty but
full of promise,

those warm
rays on growing
bones,
dirty knees
and tangled
golden hair
always found me,

and my only
limits
were drawn
in the sand.

Freedom

The Holy Grail.
The Brass Ring
Quest.

Does a life
free from...
I don't know,
let's say
cheese,
for example,
ever truly
free from such
temptation?

Cheese
only gets
replaced
by ice cream,
in my experience.

Becoming free
of something
that requires
constant
affirmation,
is only replaced
by something
that requires
constant
disillusion.

Better the devil
you know,
so to speak.

Or better
the devil
who knows you.

It's
my
house

not
yours

so
don't

cross

the
threshold.

I can see 5 faces in this photograph...mother to son to daughter to daughters. Blood is always bright red.