life
is
boring.

i
much
rather
close
my
eyes
and
think
of
other
things.

Tomorrow
I go deeper
than I've ever
gone before.

It's darker down there,
and colder still.

But the journey back
is like a rebirth
from the grave

- from dark to light

- from cold to warm

and the
sweet
sweet
moment of that
first real breath.

So I will go,
and I will come back,
once more.

Traveller

It is interesting here
where I find myself today
so quiet
no cars or barking dogs
no people yelling
or guns pop, pop, popping
no murder or pain
or jealousy or war
just cold, black sky
and ancient dust
blowing in gravitational
celestial ionic winds
streaks of color filling the night
filling my eyes
here
in this interesting place
not called earth.

In the hands of her daddy...

My niece - 3 days old - my "little pickle".
Babies are such miracles! :)

Always make time for Mardi Gras.

stand


walk


run

What kind of
notes
make the
song
that you
sing?
Do they
jump
do they
skip
do they
clang
do they
ring?

Spinning
on a wet
sphere
we live
die
and live
again.

Bright light
petals like
yes, no,
random
swatches
of things
meant
and don't
have
to be,
like the
biggest
lying truths,
these
happy
and unhappily
never
afters...

Tiny fire within
she spreads her four stained glass wings
and Dragon takes flight...

All
God's
creatures
are
beautiful
to
me.

But I do.


























































And to me, it's worth it.

Shaped absence of light,
my own self lies before me,
my shadow my soul.

Clarity

Tropical Holiday.....again.

I'm off for another week in paradise!!! This time, I will be diving with the largest fishes in the sea - hopefully I'll return with fantastic photos. :) :)

I have written a beautiful song on my guitar.
I play it every day - my fingers know it on both hands.
No one has ever heard it except me...maybe no one ever will.
But it's mine, it came from inside, and that gives me purpose.

Life
is
sometimes
more
beautiful
from
behind.

Stretch

Ever have "one of those days",
where you can't please anyone?

Where everyone is pulling you
in a hundred different directions,
where everyone wants a piece,
where everyone has a different agenda...
and they all include you?

You push off one friend for another,
and they get pissed.
You push off one meeting for another,
and you get pissed.

Everybody's pissed.

At me.

Because I'm not at their
beck and call.
Because I don't treat "them"
as number one.

I'm just not "happy" enough for this person.
I just don't "smile" enough for that person.
I just don't "care" enough for this person.
I just don't "give time" enough on that person.
I"m just not "strong" enough for this person.
I just "give in" too much for that person.
I'm just not "pretty" enough for this person.
I'm just not "simple" enough for that person.

I just don't have what it takes for any of them,
including me.

There are not enough hours
in a day
for me to do everything
that is expected of me.

There are not enough molecules
of me,
to go around
to every single person
who wants one.

I can't stand the stretch.
I can't fulfill the needs.
I can't be that person
that they seem to want
all of the time.

I just can't be on,
always.

I just
can't
make

everyone

happy.

I
see
things
that
are
there.

Do you?

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.