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Not being a scholar of psychology, or knowing much about human behavior, or even really a writer for that matter, all I can go by is what I observe in this oh-so-crazy-world of ours. Actually, I'm just your average thirty-something year old that just tries to live his life, just like you do. But often times I do wonder what makes us tick.We all experience things in our lifetimes, both good, and bad. For me, the story is kind of long, but to make that long story short, I lost everything. My home, my wife, my kids, everything. It all started going downhill I would say around the spring time.... (more)
Written words upon paper or stoneWithout actions are like words written Upon the stream that flows nearby.
The words vanishAs they are formed by a finger or stick upon the stream.
Spoken words to family, friends or loversWithout actions are words frozenInto glacier ice,
The words go unheardAs the words are formed into iceThen melted into the stream flowing nearby.
With action words will liveFor eternity upon the lips Of witnesses.
They are true words chiseled by actionsWitnessed by others, not self.True words for eternity.
Yet, there are also words... (more)
The impact of the planes hitting the towers and the devastation that followed changed the perspective of multitudes of people and nations. The 9-11 disaster is one of this civilization's cornerstones in building a world united and at peace with each other. This event also created a pursuit for retribution or justice, a saga that continues even today.
Ever since Sept 11, 2001 I believe truth is a matter of perception. I deceive myself. You deceive me, sometimes even unintentionally. We, together deceive each other with our perceptions of truth. From these perceptions come our belief... (more)
Treasure each momentWhether good.Whether bad.Matters not.
Each a learning experienceStretching mind, body and soul.Each moment to be endured, Enjoyed and absorbed.
Each moment singularly precious a diamond or a pearl gathered ontothe strand of life.
Each moment changing othersand changing us.(more)
I am gathering dreams,Dreams of memories,Nightly, but also day dreams.
Memories just ours,Gathered together, Held as precious jewels in my heart.
First meeting, many later firsts,Many last moments, Many urgent, many more relaxed.
Each brings you closer,Brings your touch,Makes you present.
Whether you are close.Here, lying next to me, Or far away with family or friends.
Dreams are gathered together,colored ones, even some black and white,Wonderous memories relived.
Dreams uniting past and present,Invigorating memories,Mixing reality with a touch of yesterday.... (more)
It is a quiet day, a day to listen,"Listen to who?", you ask.
Ah! You haven't heard the whispers?I am sorry. They seem so loud.
Listen intently, quietly.It is in the quiet moments.
The silence speaks the loudest."It is time to rest and be present with me."
It is a quiet day,A day to listen.
Originally written: November 18, 1996
It was only when I stopped doing and closed everything out that meditation could take place. It is in the silence of my mind and the quiet of my body can be open and listen. Now, I can pick up a book and disappear to that quiet... (more)
Where am I going?I think I know!
I say "think" Because the winds Of change blow;Sometimes meekly,Other times very brazenly.
I, like the oak tree, Bend in the wind allowing The wind to pass.
Changing only those things Necessary to sustain life, And stay on course.
Where am I going?I know the way!I say "know" Because I am committed.
Commitment plus perseverence Equals achievement!I, like the tortoise, Slow, plodding, deliberate.
Where am I going?The way is here inside,The path unclear And full of danger.
It is strewn With pitfalls and brambles.It... (more)
I think of you each month. No, more than that.
I think of you each week. No, No, more than that.
I think of you each day.No, No, more than that.
I think of you each morning As I wake,
And as I lay my head on the pillow. No, No, more than that.
I think of you with each breath I take.Now that is getting closer.
I think of you with each thought I have. Now that is exaggerating.
But I am definitely thinking of you!(more)
Born of woman, Minutes, hours, days, months, Then years tick by,Some unnoticed.
Then, one day someone Called me middle aged, Shocked I knew the number, But felt the same As when I was 18.
Another day comes, A young child called me old. In my mind I murmured, "No!"
I looked withinAnd found my image,I felt no different As when I was in my 20's.
Yet, recently a person in their 20's Said with a smile he thought me ancient. Yes, I know my body hurts more, But in my mind I still have this image Of being somewhere in my 30's
My body has aged. Yet, my mind has... (more)
A Ribbon,Just a ribbonTwisting, turning
Binding, unbinding,Sometimes carried,Sometimes carrying.
Oh my, it drops.Rolls along the boards,Onward beyond reach.
Just a ribbonTurning, rolling onA needed wrapping.
A ribbon retrieved,Twisted and turned,Tied in a bow.
Just a ribbon,Beautifying a gift,Delivering a smile
A ribbon,Just a ribbon,imitating life.
My lifeTwisted and turned,Surprises at each turn.
Binding, unbinding,Twice lessons learnedRolling along the roads.
Just my life,Not always pretty,Definitely a smile or chuckle.