Category Archives: Poetry

Ode To Thee

I love you
not
for your pretty face

though it is upon
that brow
that I long
to embrace
with but my lips

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to trace
a thousand
miles
of caresses
I would make

and a thousand
more
if that is what
it would
take
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to peer
so deep
into those big
wonderful
eyes

and place
but a peck
on your soft
cheek
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yet it is not
your pretty face
that I love

but your precious
smile
that buckles
my knees
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yet it is not
your pretty face
that I love

but your
scrumptous
ears
with lobes
I could nibble

upon
for days
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yet it is not
your pretty face
that I love

but your simple
nose
that leads me
to your loving
kiss
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yet it is not
your pretty face
that I love

but all of you
that I
do miss
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because when
without your
touch
I am remiss

In saying
I am but a boat
with no oars
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when I am not
looking
at your
pretty face

My Dear Love

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You And I…..we….

I understand that
the 5 people who
we most surround ourselves
makes us who we are;
So, who are we then?
are we chained?
Or, are we free?
Are we blind?
Or, do we see…

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…the world as a plethora
of potential and opportunity;
believing that faith
is stronger than hope;
knowing that people driven
by passion can get more done
than just about anyone?

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Because,
I am you
You am I
And we together
Make 3
With whoever
we invite
Into our inner
circle
becoming
intertwined
with the divine

Peace

WE ARE L O V E

Whenever I complain
I disrespect
life itself
When I forget the blessing
of each and every breath
then I lose sight
of what it is
to be here

Until I stop
giving attention to my
(and/or the world’s) plight
to instead put my energy
and focus on all that is right
then I will perpetually be
on spin cycle

When I have expectations
of others and of things
so far out of my control
then I will continually
be disappointed

If I compare myself
to “them”
and see them
as “they”
instead of
“we”
then I create
separation
from all that
I am
and
we are

I am
and
We are
Love

We are
nothing
without
Love

Life is a teachable moment

Arousing Rockin’ Transcendence

Math and science
are the foundation of life,
but is the arts
that are the essence
of the human spirit.
Math and science prove
the complexity, power and imagination
of the mind.
The arts are a testament
to the depth
of the heart
and soul.

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Lost….In Finding My (higher) Self

When I lose myself
completely
in the submersion
of
myself
for
myself
with
myself

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washing away
what has been taught
heard and thought
to come clean
through the revelation

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of what is
and what
is not
what was
and what is
no longer relevant

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In the mirror
That was my
Own illusion
There a fresh
I see

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a new state
of being
as I find that
which I have
been searching for
all along
revealed in the form

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of
my true self
for
my real self
to
my higher self

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Today Is The Day!

I woke up this morning

Opened my eyes

And instinctively

I began to pray

Not to God per se

Or for anyone or anything

But rather simply a moment

Reflective of the miracle that is

Another day here today

And while I should have been

Most grateful for it

And all that it is

And, IT IS

All of life

Miraculously divine

From Everyone

To everything

From the finite clock time

To the illusion of psychological

Time and space

I did not

Feel it in that place

Where in my bed I lay

Awake but still asleep

Alive and yet dead inside

For as much as I know to be

I instead went ahead

And felt a twinge of something

Far less appreciative than

Gratitude and while my latitude

Of where I am was high

I could feel my vibration

Was nowhere near my intention

Of where I set myself out to be

As a silent wave of sadness

Rippled through my veins

Along with a flow of feeling

Isolated in the world

My world that I create

The one that is my own

That I alone atone

For my convictions

Of where I was and am

Where I will be as me

 Allowing the emotions

To move through my

Weary head while still

And silent lying in bed

Before trying to decide

Whether to again

Roll over and partake

In slumber

Or to make the decision

To let the feelings

Subside and rest assured

They are but passing through

Only on vacation

Not taking up permanent

Residence as they are

As much a part of my being

As even my seeing

That I so naturally take

For granted

As that gift of sight

Like so many others

Are mere oversight

As I make my way

Through another day

Unconscious of it all

That is going on inside

As it too is an entire

Ecosystem all to its own

My body my mind my soul

Not parts but rather all

That makes me whole

And complete

The vessel that sails

Through the night

And into the light

Of morning

As this morning

Was like any other

It was merely my

Perception that altered

Where I thought

I was at

In those moments

That were a production

Of all I cultivated

Knowing full well

That there are billions

Of people who like me

Are all connected

Interdependent Intertwined

A collection of thoughts

Feeling emotions and actions

Pulling together a web

Of consciousness

Stretching across the universe

And beyond

As no one is beyond

Feeling alone

Or feeling sad

Or feeling

Life’s blood flowing

Through the veins of each

Vessel knowing

That me is a byproduct

Of we and we

Is a byproduct of me

Together so sublime

Together we are here

In this most limited

Of time that continues

Ever more to tick

And it is up to us

Up to we

Better yet

Up to me

Whether it is

A jail sentence

Or a life sentence

A life that begins with

A capital not punishment

But reward

And ends not with death

But of living

A life completely free

From the captivity

Of the mind that is the cell

Most often occupied

Choosing instead to surrender

To and let go of

All that does not provide

An exclamation point

For at the end

Whether it be

The end of the day

The end of a thought

The end of a conversation

The end of a relationship

Or, the end of it all

Because there is far too

Much living to be done

Before it’s all said

And done

To stay lying in bed

As what matters most

Is getting up

Time and time again

Moving forward

Even in the face

Of uncertainty

Of doubt

And, of fear

For they too are

Aspects of giving

To this world all that is

To be living

Because we fall not

And get hurt

But rather we get hurt

But the way we fall

It is when we relax

It is when we breathe

It is when we allow

Ourselves to fall

That we are able to

Maybe hit the mat

Sometimes even hard

But as hard as it is

To again rise to our feet

The more times we do

And the less times we

Stay on the ground

Stay stuck in our head

Stay lying in bed

Stay afraid

Of this and of that

The more we find ourselves

Open and capable

Of being able to

Have everything be

As it should be

Here and now

With everything falling

Neatly in place

Whether it is

Falling in love

With all that I am

All that is possible

All that there is

To be grateful for

To appreciate of

To honor

And to respect

The life

That is

And the lives

That are

To show up

To find a focal point

That is at the center

Of what is wanted

What is desired

What is needed

To fill the coffers

With all the riches

Not of merely coins

But rather the wealth

Of radiant health

Of complete peace

And security

Of blissful joy

And happiness

Of unbridled success

And prosperity

Of Unlimited Choices

And opportunities

As today

Is the day

It can all happen

Is happening

The moment

I opened my eyes

And began to pray

Simply by being

Afforded today

As the ultimate gift

To have and to hold

To cherish all that

There is to behold

Allowing love to unfold

Kindness reign

Joy to sing

And in certainty

That today

Is the day

I pray

Amen