Cards are dealt as a form of meditation in which answers are sometimes sought through the sacred geometry and laws of chance. Still there are many met who speak of nothing and wear many faces and instill the fear of loss, and still the show must go on eve...
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Csárdás
This is the first one written in 2017Finding myself out here feeling the wind, as I try to find some sort of shelter and thinking of the coming storm that’s being heralded by the wind. As I finally get myself into what appeared to be an empty station near some rusted and unused tracks, and w...
Standing here by the waterside, and I am not waiting for the end for I am carrying with me solitude and a searching eye along with a book I was given that is made up of nothing but lies. In the blackest night burn the brightest stars and these are the tim...
Standing here wondering if I will miss the final warning at the end for living this lie that I have lived? I know I am not worthy of a lot of things, and has me wondering if I am standing here alone and knowing that there is nothing left to lose as the da...
Impressionism And Abstraction
Thoughts on the Christmas seasonAngels are the travelers between the stars and moon looking for the perfect moment for when Heaven would descend to Earth. The Christmas story and time begin with some sort of a journey in some form through time in each of us. As we all follow an inner pa...
It seems like there is nowhere else to run and at times there is nothing to hold on to, and there being times when it seems as though I need to just standup and let go. As I head on down this back road and looking up at the stars, wondering if things will...
I understand that every life must end and with each breath being taken could one day be my last, and I ask those close to me to stay with me and I know there are times when I will never win. Still I ask those to stay with me and to see all that I have see...
They said there would be snow for Christmas, but it just kept on raining forming a veil of tears for the virgin birth, as I see that Fir or Pine tree standing there representing a vision of Paradise. Looking like a vision of angel fire in its lights and t...
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Looking out and seeing that moonlight reflecting on the bay, as I sit here in the heat and humidity of a late spring night, and hearing the fans working at trying to move that heated, heavy air. Except for the sounds of the fans, one can almost hear thems...
Passing the University in the dark light of the October sun, and hearing the combined sound of the steel drum corps and the band’s drum line, coming from the stadium, and seeming to make muted counterpoints like a soundtrack to all that’s happened. As I r...
It has been a long, long night of waiting until my dreams come true, those dreams of you, my sweetest and bestest friend. Now, as I stand in a doorway in the dark light of the sun, out near to that long winding road that leads to your door, and as I start...
Midnight Ride (Revised)
Written in 2002 and took 10min. to really write on my knee.Midnight Ride, - Looking back is a bad habit, and, the time has come for me to ride hard and fast, and shall we dance? As I saddle up, and head out riding through both time(s), and memories of the disagreeable past in this Vale of Tears we call life.As I...
Out here off of the beaten paths in an area unknown to most I can hear the thunder hitting and rolling across the hills and fields as if it were a bell being rung by an ironhand. Feeling at times as if I were thunderstruck from the rolling waves of thunde...
Standing up on a hill or more accurately a rise and looking out to the far horizon under the crimson skies of the setting of the sun. Having me wondering if I should follow the sun and see what path takes me to where I need to go or take me to the gate? O...
I walk along these lonely roads and go where I have been directed by the Tao, and in most cases I am the only one walking down these empty streets. With usually having my shadow walking with me to wherever I head as I make my way down the line, and it see...