Another trip
Well William is still with us. After we took him off some of his meds, he seemed to improve a bit, at least as far as his eating is concerned, which before was nil. He was slowly starving himself, so I am happy that we got that cleared up. Because of his age, he has not bounced back to the level he was at before; he is now pretty much chair bound. He has not been in his bed for months, he stays in his geriatric chair and it is what he prefers. When we try to put him into his
Mango tree
standing tall calling
mango tree filled with its fruit
come and play with me.
ripe repast giving
fruit juicy ripe, red, ready
for children to eat
large branches to climb
beneath its free cooling shade
with joy we consumed
juice filled with, so ripe
our naked torso’s covered
teeth with fiber filled
finished with the feast
we rush to the cool water
joyful jumping in
being a child happy
it was something that just was
looking back longing
now lost I s
Mustard
I went into town today, had to see the eye doctor, also go by the Pharmacy to pick up some medications that were ordered. On the way there I spotted a restaurant called the “chow dawg”, a place that I have passed often but never went in. Since I am a lover of hot dawgs, and of all things not good for me, I decided to go in and totally do what my doctor as advised me not to do, pig out. I ordered two hot dawgs, with mustard on the bottom of the bun, topped with lots of onions; you ca
Dubious mercy
restlessness his life
fighting those who want to help
also calling out
understanding gone
confusion not accepting
isolation trapped
he eats yes and smiles
his suffering decreasing
his disease matured
peace will perhaps come
when it reaches it’s true end
destruction of thought
rest will come at last
allowing life to flow by
confusion now gone
dubious mercy
yes but true gift none the less
allowing life’s end
until the time comes
allowing deaths
Risk not taken means no chance of loss,
Or of gain,
Safe one stays, untouched by life,
No wounds to heal,
Nor growth to attain,
It is pain that propels us not pleasure,
Contentment stagnates,
Struggle causes rebirth,
We must fight out of our shell
Like the young do in their nest,
To help only leads to death,
Our wounds are our glory
Each has their own invisible stigmata.
I often fool myself that I know the human heart, such conceit there is in me,
Deep, dark, filled also with light, perhaps at war, is what is found, when peeked,
Something is coiled deep with my own depths, something I wish was not there,
Still it is, resides, often at rest if not sleeping………waiting for its call, to uncoil and rampage forth.
How easy is hate to feel, seductive in its reasoning, contempt poured out on the despised,
It hits me suddenly when I am most unaware, slinking up
the child beautiful
simply by being itself
collected their smiles
dark hair beautiful
brown eyes filled with loving light
grace bestowed on all
freely given smiles
harvested laughter returned
hearts open again
power true is love
drawing forth the inner good
hidden behind fear
often lost with age
the child learns about our life
imprisoned by hurt
the child will return
freedom will blossom again
springtime of the soul
God is a true child
open loving all trul
Nothingness is what I at times swim in
Seeking to stay afloat with only void to sustain me
Moments float away and fade like smoke
Is there anything underneath?
Fatigue rises up and claims my limbs
Mind foggy my thoughts slow and shallow
Wanting oblivion for a time
Something deeper than sleep unresting
Blackness without dreams for a time I desire
Will I ever find true rest?
It passes, seconds, moments and hours like these
Like all else it dissipates replaced by something old
I have been reading the last of the Harry Potter books, and I must say it is a great read.
For those who do not think that they will be taken over by demonic forces when reading it; to them I highly recommend it, all of the books of course. They are much better than the movies, though they are good also.
Much of the time Harry has no idea what is going on, but he stays on course and in the end comes ahead of the evil forces he is fighting. Of course I have not finished the last book yet, b
Alone
the soul alone knelt
true knowledge of self humbling
nothing to defend
its darkness exposed
stripped away its pretensions
inner light focused
seeking loves healing
calling out for some surcease
on its face falling
swallowed in darkness
its own self hell creating
clawing with self hate
memories painful
endless cycle repeating
holy name calling
mercy came swiftly
its joyful shout resounding
embracing the soul
the light surrounding
inner healing begi
crystal glass alone
table cloth beneath spread out
filled with light glowing
light flowing outward
or light coming from within
its beauty the same
the light shines on all
allowing beauty to be
all equal before it’s glow
truth born it’s genius
all exposed mercy not there
flaws shown no regard.
light harsh or loving
treated with justice severe
none spared scrutiny
crystal glass alone
imperfections all to see
mercy shows itself
freely is given
received in tur
A broader world
In the 70’s for a while, I got involved in macramé. I remember one day being in a store and seeing a knotted creation hanging on a wall. I was intrigued by the knotting, got a book on the subject, which I spent some time studying. The knotting was easy, and it seemed to give full sway to creativity, so I decided to give it a whirl. I did a few flat pieces to get comfortable with the knotting, very simply really, mathematical actually. I would just make it up as I went and
Three friends at a table
Sharing a meal,
Wine,
Sushi,
Jasmine tea,
Other dishes giving pleasure,
Yet
Nothing compared to the laughter,
Love,
The delight they all took in each other.
Friendship the healing ointment,
A gift bestowed,
A present received,
A grace we lavish on one another,
Common yes,
Each unique giving the gift
Without price,
Of seeing and being seen.
Large cup
The large cup on its matching saucer,
Waited,
Its white emptiness expectant,
Desiring to be filled,
To accomplish what it was made for.
Black liquid
Bitter to the taste,
Passively received,
An offering for the one it served.
Emptied,
It was set aside, again.
Only its whiteness remained,
Cleaned;
Longing again to be filled.
Spoken
The word was spoken
In pain the words uttered
Fueled by anger
The bow let and it flew.
Target found embedded
What was once was is now no more
Chasm deep where once there was none
Only mercy the cure.
Memories
One thing everyone has in common is memories, lots of them. Some events from the past are pleasant, others on the other hand can be horrible, and perhaps the majorities are a mixed bag. I find it interesting how at times a memory will suddenly float up from some dark chamber of my unconscious and present itself. I often have no idea why, perhaps there is no real reason, though I think otherwise. Even if I don’t always understand, which is a very common state for me to be in; I sti
Unfolding
It is hard at times to understand what makes others tick, so alien we can be to one another. So much alike, yet vast differences can lead to times when building bridges is almost impossible. Simple gestures, carefully chosen words, even smiles, can be interrupted in ways not dreamed of. I have had this experience a couple of times in my life when this has happened. There can be a great deal of frustration from both sides. The only road to peace is to simply accept the impasse, and ho
Promised embrace
Walking the beach on a cloudy windy night,
Low dark clouds swirling above,
Moving fast in wave like motion
Almost in sync with the sea below.
Shoes soaked from the pungent salty tide,
Tuxedo in disarray
Torn and bloody……
Walking in shock not knowing where he is at,
Only the deep sorrow of what just transpired his reality.
A second is all it took,
Only wreckage and blood the aftermath,
Beloved dead the crash deadly
Only the deep darkness of shock presen