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  • Pieces of Time

    I wonder about what might remain, the pieces of me throughout a memory, is it my own, someone I knew, I know, a circumstance I cannot return.   If I were to wander far enough into the forest, might I be sure to follow some path a traveling analogy holding promise for tomorrow.   Forever…

  • What Really Means Love Today

    Lately the news has been grim. We seem to be riding on this roller coaster of misinformation that draws our compassion in far too many directions. It really appears that on any given day we could lose sight of what is really important to us, based upon where we see our world headed. At least…

  • The Beginnings of How We Believe

    I suppose there has to be a little peace, the mind in a restful state, oh and music offers a solace, an avenue to draw the heart along a wonderful path of sweetness.   I remember as a child there was this hilltop, can’t call it a mountain, but the anyway was the reach, a…

  • Summer Daze Alone

    A familiar air, cloudless sky, Listen to the sounds of a backyard, tree trimmers, grass cutters, BBQ-ing neighbors, listen to the children with innocent screams nearby.   He would understand, their natural allegiance to the land around them being an open playground, his own did the same, decades earlier, on similar days, a cloudless sky,…

  • I Wandered Home

    I’ve come here often, when I could remember fear, often, when time seemed to stand still I would look over the horizon, picture running through fields as a child, suddenly thrown into my teens, those places I would weary my return. I wonder about people those I knew, those I wished I might never know…

  • Dive Inside

    A rare moment, when able to slide in over the edge, to risk the familiar find waiting in the depths, a quiet reality. I once stood amidst the gravel and leaves, by myself, a solo moment without regard from any nearby influence, and it was there I should have remained.

  • Tuesday Afternoon Lives

    I was with the Moody Blues the other evening, my apartment, a place I could create my own dreams, I listened to their soul speaking to my fear, they could soothe my mind, allow me so near the places I really wanted to be, where we could all be together, with our idiosyncratic notions, without…

  • If I Pretend, Will They Too

    We want that, we wish and pray, like to believe in that we all would like it this way, mild confusion, yet, what steps in the middle of our sudden circumstance, suggests we’ve lost our ability to freely take chance with what we believed up until today. ~ When I grew up I realized I…

  • Growing Up

    When I was just a little boy I’d wonder thoughts of a man How soon beyond this simple toy would life become a void if I ran away, apart from all that I love searching again for that above ~ As then my teens would turn on me the reckoning of coming of age yet,…

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