Saturday, May 3, 2014


                                                                    TOGETHER NOW

Through so many storms
Wind, rain
Lightening and thunder
Like cars in a pile-up
Juxtaposed segments of my heart
Scattering...always scattering
Here to there
My soul unwinding
Ball of yarn
Spool of thread
Tangled life
How it was...
Then I found you
Always there
So close
Two people slipping past
One another
Each encased
Fog of our own
Just a glimpse
But never a thought
We didn't know
Words exchanged
Not strangers
But neither friends
Only connections
Subtle messages
Something spoke
Some voice inside
Say it
Be a fool
Take the chance being vain
Fib to yourself
if you must
Reach out
And the fog cleared away
Something happened
A feeling
Though quite impossible
My soul like a ship
To your soul a harbor
And the circle of your arms
Our kinship
How did it take so long
Yet tumble so swiftly
My heart into your hands
Yours into mine
A knowing
Ive known forever
Only not knowing when
Or why now
Seems like you've always been
Just beyond my clouds
Waiting with my sun
To warm my cold
and tired life
Until that moment
And now
I cant recall 

you not being there
How odd
To once be so alone
But never lonely
And now I only want
You in my life
Because we belong here
In this journey
Together now...


Love is Blind Faith

I think one of the most frightening things in the entire universe, 
is to allow your broken heart out of its safe haven where no one could ever touch it again, 
and expose it one last time to the caress of love; 
one of the bravest things a human being can ever do, 
is to begin removing bricks and taking down barriers that were piled repeatedly higher and higher 
with every hurt, 
every angry word and action 
and every proof given time and time again 
that love equals pain. 
To trust when someone whispers
 "I love you," 
that they are sincere.
 Love is after all, blind faith...

The Rest of my Days

I want to spend the rest of my days on this rock,
happily bouncing through stores and mundane places,
laughing and acting silly,
riding shopping carts through parking lots,
making faces
and sticking our tongues out at one another in public places, 
watching coffee pots fill in the morning, 
cooking cool things with constant interruptions for hugging, 
sitting up all night in bed
doing nothing in particular but our own stuff,
but doing it together, 
debating things with the seriousness of a world summit,
then dismissing it because its really not as interesting
as noticing every fleck of color in a Spring sunset, 
looking into each others eyes
and seeing our own souls staring back, 
holding one another close needing no words at all
when emotions are joyously high or solemnly low, 
watching you quiver with delight at your first morning sip of joe
or the passion of our touching, 
listening to the sound of your voice reading your writings
or talking about your interests, 
feeling your eyes follow me across a room
even though I cant see them, 
being completely wrapped in your arms
whether in the center of a crowd
or alone in bed skin to skin, 
hearing you call me beautiful
even when I look like hell warmed over...
I want to spend the rest of my days 
both of us whispering "I love you."


Our Sense of Conscience

The human sense of conscience should be held very sacred, as well as consciously dwelled in, cultivated and fertilized frequently with mindful exercise. 
It is healthy and good conscience which guides human beings to do right, be honest and strive for better for others and themselves. The lack of conscience causes dishonesty, disregard and the following of harmful paths.
Pain is not always a bad thing. When you are told, hear, read or are indirectly shown something, and it causes that stabbing ache in your heart because you feel guilt and know you must change something in your life...that is good pain. That is good conscience and why humans possess it. That is motivation.
Therefor...premeditated guilt beforehand is conscience...guilt afterward is shame.
The job of the human conscience is to prevent the following of bad by encouraging the doing of all things only good. The conscience is the human guide. Although it may hurt sometimes, learn to listen...



Anger is an extremely strong and complex beast. 
It is also very tangible in that although it can be hidden or denied for some length of time, its existance is not reduced. Its shape and shell are merely temporarily colored. 
It is often fueled by pain and fear, and grows layers upon itself...layers of resentment, as the beast lies in wait to be unleashed, and enjoys devouring your peace during the interim. 
The animal always shows itself eventually. It is in fact a necessity that it does. To stay buried is to allow an aggressive cancer to take harbor in your give permission for your own life to be increasingly poisoned.
Unfortunately in our society, expression of anger is frowned upon. It makes others overbearingly uncomfortable. No one likes hearing it vocalized or seeing it manifested in writing, and they certainly do not wish to see it physically exhibited. 
Yet anger is as natural an emotion as any other. And it is a major one. And it must be expressed then let go.
It is easy to judge someone else's angry feelings...even easier to judge someones expression of them. 
But every individual is first of all, very different in how they process their feelings of anger, hurt, fear and resentment. 
Most people have "knee-jerk" reactions to it instantaneous vocal backlash or impulsive physical reaction. 
But many of us strive to be strong and positive in the face of what angers us. We put it to the side in order to focus on the immediately at hand.
 It sits on our back burner...and do not be sits there bubbling. 
In the end it must come out. 
Often it exhibits in some uncharacteristic manner that has a few moments of shock value. 
Its the nature of the beast. 
AS LONG AS NO ONE IS HARMED, it remains merely the expression of intense anger. It feels different and is dealt with differently by every person. The process might appear confusing and slightly mad to onlookers. 
Even so... No one should be judged for that...