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We come and go
Nobody stays forever
But our stay leaves an impact
Full of joy, sorrow, anger, love and hatred
Time makes them all a history
Generations pass and new breeze blows
We emerge as reborn
With fresh melody and resonance
Relationships and bonds float
Universe pays what you want
But the ways may be different
The gain may appear as loss
Nature’s long and short term vision
Every so often, unfolds simultaneously
Causing overlapping perceptions
But, wisdom is bestowed upon you
To distinguish between right and wrong
And decode the ways of nature
Life repeats itself with the same
Joy, sorrow, anger, love and hatred
We do not change
We are humans, with intrinsic traits
Destined to live with them
We go as fast as we come
Life is a repetitive affair
New becomes old and old becomes new
The old and new are the norm
All goes but the heart stays
And newness takes over
Why it happens, nobody knows
Reason, logic, purpose, cause and effect
Are manmade fantasies, alien to nature,
A tale of exuberance and spontaneity
Which never begins, never ends
Just stays and endures.
So, flow with it and enjoy
The ribbon is cut
The die is cast
The cement is dry
Yet nothing lasts
The brazen rewarded
The hero a fool
All reason outdated
New fury the tool
A journey presented
Your ship to go far
With doldrums eclipsed
By the light of new stars
The lands will seem foreign
The people most strange
But they’ll smile as you pass
And call you by name
You run and you run
And you run from it all
With no map to guide you
The albatross calls
And then sweet intention
Returns from respite
Rephrasing the unmentioned
Where maybe you might
In fear of the tonic
All healing disdained
Right, left-side disjointed
The cork from the drain
The covers pull back
Your bones are now bare
The tiller is slack
And there’s nobody there
So you take to the helm
Hands firmly in place
And you care not a whit
If it’s all empty space
As a raven is perched
On the yardarm so high
A land bird that lurches
Cawing all truth a lie
And you wonder then maybe
Have you wandered too far
As you ladle the future
From a long empty jar
The wind starts to move
A gift from the moon
What’s whole has been halved
And the sun almost noon
The rigging is creaking
The mast ever tall
The wind has died down
With no new ports of call
The feeling still burns
In the fire within
To find that one thing
That unfound—to you sings
The ocean is flat
The seas become calm
The seasons repeat
From reflection embalmed
The night sky is clearest
The darkest the days
The winds have escaped you
Adrift you now stay
But then just a wisp
Of a breeze on your cheek
Portends of a magic
And the vision you seek
It strengthens and gushes
Throughout all the night
As the red sky last evening
Had hinted it might
As the headsails go up
The big linen comes down
And you climb up the mast
Stepping over a frown
The creak of the lapstrake
Splashes over the bow
The present’s in sight
Incarnate right now
You look down on a lifetime
In this moment of joy
As the smell of the brine
Covers anything coy
And an Island approaches
From the mist up ahead
As the stillness reproaches
And retreats to its bed
The wonder returns
All speculation begins
Of the magic you’ll find
In this newness again
At the top of a mountain
Strange trees then appear
In a shape that’s uncertain
Neither familiar nor clear
(continued in part two)
Without a conscience, You feel no pain. How do you ever expect to gain? Your words hold no meaning, Your future not so bright. I wonder if you'll ever see the light. You don't seem to care about what's wrong or right. Have you no regrets for the things you say & do? It doesn't matter who gets hurt...As long as it's not you...
Your heart is soiled & your spirit weak, Why don't you keep the words you speak? Hate & anger runs through your blood, Swallowing you up like a flood. There's an emptiness in you, You try to deny. But why must others suffer for the pain you hold inside? You can't be satisfied.
Who will love you when you're old & gray, Who will care for you til your dying day? You don't want a good girl, Whose heart belongs to you.
To you, you know her heart will always be true and she'll always love you through & through, Because she only wants whats best for you. To HER, you'll NOT surrender full blown love, so warm & tender. But for you, a **** will do, It's nothing more than a "Rendezvous". Your feelings will never matter. To you, her heart will not be true. If she cheated on him... she'll cheat on you. And she will never rely on you. For another awaits her in her bed. She will not worry if a disease she spreads! Sneaking around, trying not to get caught, Until the newness & excitement wears off...Dignity is LOST! Would her man want to shake your hand Or would he devise another plan? Would he rather your life be taken, Because it's his world YOU have shaken!
Do you have no remorse Or do you plan to stay your course? What happened to the morals that God instilled in us, The 10 Commandments "In GOD we trust". The One who knows where our eternal soul is bound. He knows who's soul is Lost or Found.
I truly regret our drunken nights And wish our children hadn't seen our Ungodly sight. What if Jesus came back today, Would he look at us with such dismay? Would he turn & walk away, Because we lived our life the devils way. This life is merely a test, But to HIM I must confess, Because in the end I want the best, And in HIS arms I soon shall rest. Soon this life will be over, No more hurt & no more sorrow. My only hope is that IF He grants us tomorrow, We will make wiser decisions Until our time on earth has ended And "Through the Pearly Gates I will enter", A peaceful soul... My Lord shall render!!
I am endlessly groping among these ancient ruins,
Trying to dodge all these hedges and thorny vines strewn.
I am searching for an ancient artifact, only aided by the moon.
The night has now turned into a pensive day,
Yet, amid this solemn lonely gloom, my day is still a day away.
I am seeking under the sun, amid my pain,
Trying not to come undone, for this is my refrain,
Crying out to my Father, under the pouring rain.
There is no end for me, to my mighty ceaseless praying.
Why is this cruel fight, one so hard to make right?
I am in this saying, “Father, end this nightmare,
So I can start living my primeval day.
No more night demons, so I can be forgiven today!”
I close my eyes and crumble, dropping to my demise,
Calling it quits, I’m sure I’ve lost the sacred prize.
But my Mentor is wise, calling me up from the skies,
Exhorting me He says, “It’s enough, I’ll compromise.
I will save you, as you willingly, faithfully, humbly, sacrifice your life.
Give it to me as a sign, and I will give you Mine.
You’ve given your very best to pass this test, now I’ll bless you through all the rest.”
So with sword and shield in hand,
I yield to my Master’s command.
Together we face this eminent battle land,
As He clears the way through sordid foliage, and slipping sand.
We now proceed straight forward, to a higher place.
He is here now, where I finally behold His face!
I feel His love and light, and know His full amazing grace!
I now know what it means, to truly let go.
We march on through the murky marsh,
Searching for this sacred ancient place of grace.
I know this artifact, is one of ancient design, a pearl of most exquisite white.
A symbol of love, Spirit and holy light,
Hidden deep down, well under ground.
An ancient treasure of sacred worth,
Serving as a sacred token portal, to return home from earth.
Master, only with Thee will I go, for only Thy true great name saves.
I’ll catch on and take hold of Thy soul, to never let go!
On our Father’s Majesty, His right hand, Thou takes all godly control, to accomplish Thy perfect role.
With newness of ways, we live in the promised and saving days.
For now is the time of the great redeeming, the fulfilling of the ancient battle ablaze!
He exposed me to the hurt and lies, the brokenness, pain and distrust
The selfishness, the cheating, the loneliness and the lust
The darkness, the sadness, the hurtful words, the madness
The bitterness, the struggles, the anger and rejection
Confusion, disappointment, lack of love and affection
The battle shoes worn, the hurt of a woman scorn
And then I met you -
Thank you for exposing me to what and how real love should be
The warmth of your heart, that I am a major part
The passion of intimacy, the times we shared I truly miss
Thank you for exposing me to the gentleness of your kiss
You exposed me to precious moments in time
Where in that moment you were all mine
To the colors, the sunshine, the brightness, the ray
The prism of light, the beauty of each day
You exposed me to the vision the world has yet to see
The smiles you bring and the love you have that's only just for me
Thank you for exposing me to the smell of your scent
To the softness of your neck, I so love to peck
To knowing what making love without insertion is like
And the value of self worth
Thank you for removing all the darkness, lies and hurt
I think about the times you exposed me to the fullness of caress
And allowed me to hear your heart beat
As I laid my head on your chest
I have always been exposed -
Thank You Heavenly Father for exposing me to Your goodness
For I have been exposed to Your mercy and grace
And Your protection covering me as I went from place to place
To the joy and laughter, great strength and health
The blessings, favor and overflow, the prosperity and the wealth
Thank You Father for exposing me to peace, wisdom, patience and love
Thank You for never leaving me and watching me from above
For strength, confidence and endurance
For the vision, abundance, the newness, calmness and simplicity
And yeah... all that good stuff - I thank You!
I thank all who have exposed me -
To the good times and bad, the ups and downs
The ins and outs, the laughs and frowns
For the long walks and late night talks
For the heartbreaks and heartaches
For the moments we conceived
For the love given and received... I am truly grateful!
This is what the soul wants, newness:
these sacrifices, this dedication, this patience,
the sound of children laughing in the bedroom,
my own voice like a new and unheard melody,
my own strength like the dreams I used to harbour.
I had to come this far to find my purpose.
Now I think that I will never leave.
Even when I go, I'll bring them with me:
these sacrifices, this dedication, this patience.
I had to come this far to find my purpose.
While you champion causes beyond our walls,
I build universes within them.
Two daughters growing under my guidance,
their homework checked between conference calls,
their lunches packed during dawn's first light.
My fingers type reports at work, then dinner recipes at home.
My mind calculates spreadsheets, then soccer schedules.
I am the architect of our daily existence,
designing and redesigning each hour
to fit the contours of our family's needs.
You rush from meetings about saving communities
while I quietly save ours, every single day.
I adore you to my core: your passion, your purpose,
yet wonder if you see how I've constructed this life
that allows your activism to flourish.
The bills I pay, the appointments I schedule,
the tears I wipe, the celebrations I plan
these are my activism, my revolution,
fought in whispers rather than shouts.
I don't need applause, just acknowledgement
that these walls stand because of hands that never rest,
that this home runs on an engine called Mother,
that your freedom to change the world
rests on my shoulders holding up ours.
In the symphony of our marriage,
I've become the background music,
essential but unheard.
Yet still, I conduct our lives with love,
hoping someday you'll pause long enough
to hear the melody I've been playing all along.
Like water shaping stone through persistent touch,
I transform our chaos into harmony.
My love transcends the visible,
becomes the very air you breathe,
the foundation beneath your steps,
the invisible thread connecting all we are.
I rise above the unnoticed,
becoming something eternal,
the silent force that holds worlds together,
luminous and boundless in my quiet power.
The Universe's Dance
Transitions of the obstruction of life
To the peacefulness of the night
Or a new beginning that a rising sun can bring without a fight
And in the late hour when everything becomes quiet
Nature has a way to transform
Within this turning of time
Every living spec upon this ever changing storm
To which we play this nursery rhyme
Maybe by a birds sweet sound
That brings a sweet remembrance to a season or day
And within a condensed shift in life a smile abounds
Upon a glowing face
The way the wind softly caresses your face
With a cool breeze
To wave off the heat of the day
With a whistling sound moving melodically free
How the drip drop of rain hitting a window pane can calm a tone
With its streams of life being poured from the heavens
To revive a world that struggles for life sitting on a disintegrating throne
And spring a newness into each creation with no discretion
An uncontrollable fire, breathing in the sky
Giving endlessly its lantern to lead us by each step
And warming our bodies when the cold starts to cry
Frightfully showing its characters of depth
Flickering candles floating in the atmosphere
Decorating a painted canvas of deep blue
Wishes casted off into their whispering ear
With silent hopes of dreams coming true
How amazing is a small and fragile seed
That can create a feast for Kings
And feed a family in need
And if planted again grows once more in spring
We so carelessly disregard the treasures that are all around
These viable precious gifts, nature holds out to us so unselfishly
Returning day after day, season after season unannounced
Unlocking valiant colors of wonders on towers of stems rising from the ground... so proudly
All these elements work in unity to perform a theatrical dance upon our stage
They are the silent voices within the earth
Imparting without antcipating anything to gain
Unstained by our constant denial, clasping to last place in our world of worth
Eyes of sadness our universe never reflects
For it hides its emotions within its design
And even the smallest spectator never detects
Its unfailing true love for all man kind
I moved into Rochdale in 1964
My Grandparents and I moved in together
We will not be discussing our ages
Just Rochdale and its amazes
History with a continued stride
As a start off, I who can forget the ROCHDALE MOVIE THEATER
On any given Saturday, it would be a sit down and watch movie flicks
James Bond 007 and Ten Little Indians and then there was one
Action and Thrillers
Those two were my highlights
Speaking of aroma and enchanted senses
PETER PAN BAKERY
Fresh breads, Pastries and assorted cakes
Test of the sweet tooth
My ultimate being the STRAWBERRY SHORT CAKE
Also on any Saturday morning, my Grand Mother would have orders delivered of Seltzer and Soda back then
Regarding water, dazzling colorful water fountain close to Niagara Falls that it’s going to get
Beauty and Mist
At every 7:00 pm hour, the entire sky lights up Rochdale at the end of the evening with colorful eventful lights bringing together all neighbors. Hello Neighbor of our community
That is what you call unity back then
My favorite restaurant was from the past was KING KAROL
What can be said was the Big Box of Popcorn
That’s not all, it the Mash Potatoes, Vegetables and Grilled Sirloin Steak
Never left the Ponderosa
Thanks to my Grand Father in the treat
Rochdale Newspaper, yours truly was featured with a photo of me and a white girl riding our bicycles across splashing through a puddle with the caption stating, “THE NEED FOR BIKE PATHS”
Calling Maintenance
Like flash at your door before you can hang up
All prior years in the newness then
At the Big Mall, you had KREUSS and a Men’s Clothing Store
How time flies and what a difference makes
In fact, we had two malls even back when
Participation was my virtue
You would see me at a lot of events in my younger years
For example, HALLOWEEN
This is just a glimpse of my life at ROCHDALE VILLAGE in the beginning to present
There is a lot more, but if I keep going, I would be like the Duracell Rabbit going and going with no end
Those were my happy times in memory
I wish they would return
Thank you for coming along and giving me the opportunity in sharing my journey.
our Spring was a whirlwind of newness
learning our emotions
exploring the worlds we were
that had left their long-held orbits
as we began a dance among the stars
in each other's arms spinning thru galaxies
never losing the gravity in each other's eyes
we then burst into the fullness of Summer
idle days as companions upon a trail
each step brought us deeper into fruition
a fullness of an accrued life
we had reaped the orchards offerings
swung the scythe in union
as fields of wants and needs were harvested
now we sit on a bench
as everything begins to come to rest
it is our Autumn
holding your hand, the age spots
are now a part of what was pure alabaster
still, the precious cup
my cheek holds in reverence
when you guide my gaze into yours
the skin has folded a bit
here and there
condensing years of accruing love
pouring inward to an ever-growing heart
time has been good to us
a love that has grown deeper
its roots match the canopy
joy hangs from the branches
rooted in the happiness below
we are the strong oak
a love was borne in a single acorn
what we have is the most precious gift
our singularity in the devotion we have
for each other
what we share deepest in those roots
is knowing these seasons are but
life in the garden to come
there are still times when our lips meet
i have those butterflies
still, times as i peer thru those roses
you grace our special evening meal with
you are red and i am pink
i skip a breath
the heart races an extra beat
i breathe in the potpourri she has become
i still read to her poetry on that bench
where we first began
i have never wavered in my intent
each poem has but one purpose
to win her heart, again and again
the never-ending story of my love for her
children still lost in the magic
2/1/19 Kismet
Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and extraordinary part of the lives we live. ? Nora Roberts, Charmed
In spite of it all....
Traveling over the Brooklyn Bridge, lights aglow
What a magnificent sight
Crossing the waters unto the city
Upon the dawning of the night....
On his way to New York, a kid from California
Doing the circuit about the East Coast
Still in awe of it all; newness, has yet to fall
From a very big world, in part, he has come to see
New York City~The Empire~The Towers~Times Square
Forty Second and Broadway~The Statue, of "Liberty"....
Dwarfed by the rises, and lost among the, the crowds
The only eyes that know him, smiling, and looking down
I did it all for you ~
Eyes wide, bright lights, colorful sights, skies
Thinking, where is Sachs Fifth Avenue? Broadway, straight ahead....
The collar of his trench coat turned upward, to cover the chill
From about his neck; this kid from California
Three thousand miles away from home
Smiling at everyone, as he passes them by
Exchanging good evenings, good days, and
Glimpses into their precious eyes....
Faces he'll someday remember, perhaps?
As he looks back, upon a moment
A day, a night, a time, in New York City, amid an East Coast journey
For a kid from California, once, upon a life ~
Grab a bite....I think I'll buy that watch
Deeper into the subway....The hands upon the towers clock
"Got a light?"~"Sorry, but I don't smoke"
So, that's how they sound?
Their voices, with that certain, prominence
"No thanks, I'm fine," don't think, today
I need, to get high!....
Staring down and all around, in awe of it all, once again
All the lights, all the sights, far above...."Above"
I did it all for you ~
Bright eyes, smiling eyes, smiling faces
Beautiful faces, everywhere, he turned...."Stars"
With stories endless, like glitter, poured
The pages of their lives~The story, of "His" mankind....
To a kid from California, with innocence, still, in his eyes ~
Upon the steets of New York City; doing an East Coast circuit
Long ago? Not really~But, once, upon a "Life"
"I did it all, for "You!"
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