shadow friend

his back against
cold wet bricks
scoffed tennis shoes
untied
dried blood
a big toe
peers through
empty cold space
all around him

darkness comes
a single light ray
the street lamp
gives him comfort
his shadow
now keeps him company
in quiet discomfort
he smiles at it
it understands him

dreads the light of day
smirks, sneers, stares
thrown his way
replacing the smile
he shares with his
night time friend

my song

I’d like to sing

                  You
    A song;

There!


                 Did you hear it?

    Did you feel it?
　


                The words are in your head


        The melody is in your heart


If you sit quietly

　
you will hear it

               understand

appreciate the melody
 

today and Tomorrow

I cradle this moment with you by my side
Spring has touched us with tender moments
and now giving the same to others
Fall has come and now leaving
laying russets at our feet and in our hair

Soon angel dust shall fall from heaven
a white sheath of coolness shall evince
giving brightness to the dark of night
and all that was obscured will come to light

Limbs of trees shall glisten and glitter
with the waking of the day
and foliage will sparkle with the touch
of tender fingers from the morning sun

Bells and chimes will be heard surreally from afar
the echoed voices of children playing in the snow
shall distract from frozen fingers and toes
and give some joy to those with solemn woes

In this season of celebration
for those of us who have warmth and love
and gives us cause to,
share with those who have not,
today but don’t forget tomorrow

Wish 'Adieu'

Wish I could take your frown
turn it into a smile
could take your pain
and assuage it for a while

Wish I could fill your hunger
with food and drink
take your emptiness
sate it from its brink

Wish your empty heart
could feel the love
you forgot you were given
when mother gave you birth

Wish I could show you
the sunshine as I see it
sprayed onto Blackeyed Susans
between the toes of my naked foot

Wish your sadness disappear
your life has journeyed many a year
and behind the gathering tear
see the light that wanes all fear

Wish your minutes were long
and the hours longer
but the rough winds blew
and now your days are few

Wish when time has come
for your soul to depart
you’ll feel my hand in yours
knowing our hearts never to part

Inspirational Fav's

The Everlasting Things


The everlasting things are these:

The ageless skies and wrinkled seas;

The silvery beacons of the night,

The fickle moon of transient light.

Unresting winds that seldom sleep;

Rocks that eternal silence keep.

Earth's mighty sons, the mountains, stand

Unmindful of Time's withering hand.

Indifferent to the world's brief woes,

The sun, aloof, forever glows.

Though mortals yield to Death's decrees,

God's everlasting things are these.


Evlen G. Beaudry




The fountains mingle with the rivers
the rivers with the oceans
the winds of heaven mix forever
with a sweet emotion.

Nothing in this world is single
all things by a law devine
into one another's being mingle
why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven
and the waves clasp one another
no sister flower would be forgiven
if it disdained it's brother.

And the sunlight grasps the earth
and the moonbeams kiss the sea
what is all this kissing's worth
if thou kiss not me?


PB shelley

A small gift

Today when I put my arms around you
my heart beat feels yours
as we press against each other
and the warmth of my face
next to yours hopefully will suffice
 
My gifts are small
I have not much like others do,
my riches in this world are few
but I can love you with the wealth
of kings and turn your tears
to diamonds with my kisses

I see what others gift
and wonder; if all was lost
would they still have
each other, would their fingers
still intertwine like lovers do
would they still kiss?
 
When strife and sadness comes
and it comes to all
will an embrace be enough
if my pockets are empty
and all I can give
is my heart

And when darkness falls onto my eyes
the riches of my heart
will it have been enough
to keep you for awhile
until another comes
to make you smile

Wer'st

Wer’st I a child born of silver hair
lying on a pillar posted bed
stuffed animals larger than myself
and still much room to spare

Wer’st I a child whose parents care
never raise to me their hand or voice
in the midst of other portentous noise
they’d shelter me in an embracing lair

Wer’st my days not filled with laughter
When we’d walk hand in hand
Through wilderness and sun scape flora
and such fondness ever after

Wer’st this be true my tears my heart
would not labor nor my longings be alone
then love and me
would not be so far apart

Sleep

Darkness in the early morning hours
bring a stream of thoughts
that conjure up the past
and give me pause to question
why the time allotted to me
is filled with such depth of query

If I could sleep
I’d choose the dreams
of all the smiles
and all the joy
that has befallen me
I’d choose the love
that has touched me from
all who have shared in it

My days are long
when sleep hides from
my closed eyes for then
I have those daylight reveries
with real life interspersed
and I see all is much
unlike the dreams I
wish to dream

But then I think of the
wondrousness that has filled
my cornucopia of where
my dreams come from
and then I open my eyes
and let the light in
so that when I sleep again
I will have more to choose

Hear me, feel me

Where did I go wrong
Why do my words no longer
reside with you or your ears
no longer hear me sing to you
Do I no longer capture your
sensibilities your longing
when once there was a smile
when your eyes would meet mine
when once you soothed
that slender and subtle desire
with hidden lust for my touch

Once I could feel your eyes
watch me when I’d walk by
and I could hear your heart beat,
a whimper from a sigh and breath
that scampered rapidly to fill
your empty chest with the
warmth of our bodies scents
as we embraced even for the
slightest of reasons and nothing more

What can I do to capture you
once more if but for a moment
to once again hear my song
carry me in your wings of desire
into that forbidden place where
all around disappears and just you
and me reside in each other’s arms
and as we hug each other tight
the tears that once covered our cheeks
with the sadness of each others absence
once again glisten with joy
in each others presence

See you tomorrow

I’m ascending to a place
where my eyes will see
the colors meant for them
where my soul will dance
with its kind
and my heart will render
up a common beat
to those I’ve witnessed
in my sleep
I lift my voice to cherub song
and my tears once rung from sadness
are now of joy

To those of you who’ve
been my stepping stones
have held my hand when needing it
have given me a walking stick
to climb the challenges before me
I shall sing your praise
and mention your names
so that when it comes time
for you to need a helping hand
to lift you up from the mire of sad
the anchors that weigh you down
in the mundane

There is joy in a common space
open the window and your eyes
breathe in that spirit
that gave you life
and the songs of the cherub
will fill your ears your heart
and raise you up
from the pain and sorrow
and I’ll meet you there
tomorrow

love is an abyss

  I find sometimes now when I walk
I gimp
When I talk or say something
I stutter or misspeak
When I see, I see in different hues
My view of things are unlike yours
But when I care or sense you near me
The depth of caring is endless
And my sense of love
Is boundless

I think, therefore I love

• Pondering
•            Wondering
•    Where have I been
•                Where will I go
•      Is love the link
•  That makes us think
•             Cogito ergo sum
•       Will you still love me tomorrow
•              Will your heart feel my sorrow
•        And when I wake
•                    If I wake
•          Will you take my hand
• Walk this journey on together

in a Rue

Displaced in a common place
faces come to stay for a day or two
for what ever reason of every race
temporal connections in a rue

Most don’t see my face
they don’t ask of who I am
care little of where and why
I’m in this place

I’m curious of them
some I ask where there from
what brings them here
they stare at me in REM

Those that share their anecdote
my selflessness inspired
self indulgent lamentations cease
the mundane no longer rote

This journey rife with challenge
has grown my appreciation
not for things I’ve lost
but for the moments shared
my heart has gained

feliz morning

The crisp dawn’s wet cool
lays a sheath of snowflake art
on the window pane

hovering through the night
as the sleepy moon’s breath
It now lays down to rest

Good morning cackling gaggles
and croaking toads
wake up you jumping crickets
rise from your verdant bed

Give me sounds
to praise my waking
that I too rise another day

Moments Reprieve

I remind myself of seas, green and blue
lighted by only stars and moon
and ospreys cackling in their wake

For streams and brooks that splash
and scurry through as water
soaked shoes squish while chasing
a make believe sailboat, a stick, in the stream

Recall the smiles and laughter of love
surrounding me through sunrise and sunset
singing in harmony with siblings
the songs mamasita taught us

All this while my ears pleasure
in the sounds of tickling nylon strings to
Flamenco/classical on my callused finger tips

This moment, a reprieve in the stead
of temporary tribulations anguished thoughts
or lamenting heart for the mundane things
not in my control

Heart Scorned

Words assembled in a mesh with anger
cut deep like shards of glass
beneath bare feet

They reach their mark
with devastating jagged edges
of intended vitriol

A comportment of the author
evinces from this maelstrom
of darkness

The daggered anger arises
from a heart of scorn
as it exhales

This moment of malaise
discomfit taking place
in lieu of breathing joy

Words chosen carefully
in writ or spoken
gathered with soft edges

fill life’s canvas
with wondrous colors
they treat the eyes and
comfort a heart that’s scorned

Solemnity

In quiet times the fond memories
become embolden and they force
the deep joyous breath escape
from the dormant spaces within

I lift my eyes to the grays
up in the sky capturing sparkling
large drops fall breaking into
tiny sprinkles and ornament
the verdant horizon with glitter

They fall upon my cheek and brow
with the crispness of autumn
showing off its russet and orange dress
and the moon winks late
the sun lies down earlier

Cognizant of how many of these
I’ve witnessed although my body
has begun to show its age
this vision never gets old

If but one more time
I could feel the warmth
of mamasitas embrace
and those siblings and friends
walking softly in the clouds

Gently I say thank you
and am grateful for those
who have open their arms
to fill this temporary solemn space

Shoeless

I’m walking in a space
where loneliness pervades
it screams it’s unheard whispers
where in the midst of daylight
the birds sing on, unknowing
of my presence

When the shale dark of night
abounds and surrounds
with a crispness in its embrace
the pinholes up above now
twinkle and wink but not
knowing that I see them

As I stand alone
with only wet socks on my feet
when I step no one hears
me walking for I have
lost my shoes that once creaked
and others would at least
turn to see where the irritating
sound was coming from

Friends dismiss me now when once
they shared in a smile
now that I no longer
wear shoes like they do
uncaring of how I lost them
in the mire of life
they no longer hear me walking
caring little if that’s all
I might have lost

Family finds a moment
to wish me well
but they too have lost
something in life’s mire
distracted by their wanderings

Somewhere, hopefully, in a drawer
a chamber of their heart
they have for me a dry
pair of socks and when they
remember to offer them
I shall dry mine and give
them to that forgotten soul
sitting in that cold wet corner
forgotten by others but not by me
who knows what
it is to lose one’s shoes

Amigas y Amigos

Will be in 'limbo' for a little while.

Came back from an emotional visit from my wife's parents in Omaha Nebraska
to an unfortunate devastation to our home.

We live in a four floor quad-level home and found the two lower floors totally under water. Pipe burst or something. Much of our technical equipment i.e, tv's computers, dvr's new furniture all floating. It's been two days since we arrived. First twelve hours draining the water. next twelve hours tearing up rugs, carpets wall wood panelling in both floors being ripped out, etc. We will be ok because we are insured but won't find out until today to what extent from our insurance adjuster.

One of my greates losses was that i lost many books that were my most precious possessions along with some collectors vinyl records both classical and r&b, etc.
Lost my hard copy hand written work going back from the 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's that I had started rewriting into disc in my computer for security.

Lost my Alvarez guitar that I've had since my music pursuits in the seventies and most devastating were my old black and white and color pics of my family and mamasita. It's sad but I've got my memories. Hope I can salvage my original birth cerificates and paperwork from Mexico. I think I can replace my naturaliztion paperwork from the US immigration department. You know in this environment, I have to carry it with me when I journey across the states, That's sad in its self.

Staying in a hotel for around two months. Will have access to one of our lap computers so I will check in with all my amigos and amigos as time permits.
Stay in touch, please

Tu amigo Nene

Ciao for now

Starting the day that follows today
I shall be in a sea of red where
the land is known for husking corn
and it’s also the home of a respected human
who in spite of being known as the third
wealthiest individual in the world,
Warren Buffet, has maintained his humanity

I will be in Omaha to visit two elders who have
managed to survive for almost a century in a world
that has devoured, sometimes in a cruel manner,
even the very young. They are,Stewart and Ruth,
the parents of my lovely wife. He a Minister
and Ruth a gentle teacher that has touched many
a young mind and has played her melodious violin
strings for the pleasure of many an ear.
I am in awe of both of these sages in my eyes.
He, a six foot three presence, who has written many
sermons that possibly directed many souls toward
a path that maybe they may not have realized.
I imagine all the Sunday ears and possibly souls
his words have possibly inspired.
Ruth, all of four foot eight in stature with gentle
and softness of demeanor, whose teachings has
expanded the universe to many a youth.
Youth, being a relative term being she’s
survived nearly a century. She‘s taught English
and music as her discipline of studies yet her
gentleness and human soft whispers have woven
the souls to the possibilities of giving, perpetuating good.
I hope in my visit with them some of their wisdom
will permeate my soul and will give me inspiration
to share with all of you.
I shall be back to prick your souls and meld your hearts
See you soon, mi amigas, mi amigos!