The energy runs through
The wires of my soul.
Rebuilding what’s broken,
Making it all whole.

Let the current’s flow
Help clean the past.
Giving clearer perspective
Of what has passed.

A new dawn awakens,
Thanks to this new source.
Life will be amazing
Following this new course.



For a friend.

Happy Birthday Helen
Thought it was 2 days hence.
Nothing like a ship sailing
To remove all the suspense.

Now being on the same page,
Everything caught up to speed.
It is obvious to all
A big celebration is in need.

It is your 60th.
One of those land mark dates.
Lots of mountains conquered,
Plenty of memories to relate.

But what is the right present
With no address for sending.
And not many nickels
Available for spending.

A piece of my heart,
My best wishes I send.
For having been my muse
And being a very good friend.


A texting exchange.

GF: Good night. (sleep emoji)

ME:Be at peace.
Dream a lot.
Wake refreshed.
Make the top.

GF:(smiley emoji)
You’re on my mind a lot.
It’s nice.

ME: On your mind.
Ain’t it nice.
In your arms.
I’ll pay the price.

GF:With a roll of the dice
And eyes wide shut
Take the plunge
Melt the ice.

ME: Are you the one?
We’ll never know.
It can’t work out.
Unless you show?

I do apologize.
It’s your bedtime.
It’s lots of fun.
Making ditties that rhyme.

Sweet dreams.

GF: lol. Yes. Who needs to show?

ME:To be a pair.
Both must see.
The important points.
And Let it Be.

GF:Ok. Let it be. Words of wisdom

ME:Words of wisdom
Let it be.
Words of guidance
Let me see.



Title:  Greed
The very definition of greed;
Don't stop at limits, do exceed.
Pile up more than you really need.
Better executed with some speed.

What justifies such a climb?
Whose interest is your prime?
Alas, the object of this crime
Is nothing more, than your time.



A house gift for friends that put up with me from time to time:

Title: Friendship House
Thank you friend for coming by.
We will never ask you why.
Please don’t even try to hide.
Our door is always open wide.

Think you get the better deal?
Nope, not even how we feel.
We feel quite the best
Providing you a place of rest.

So come, please, let’s celebrate.
As we set out another plate.
Always time we like to spend.
This house is open to you, our friend.

I understand that giving unsolicited advice is not chic. However, what do you do when you have advice for someone and you know it is for their good? I wrote:

How can I tell you a story you don't want to hear?
Or maybe you just aren't properly prepared.
What good would it have done to invent a parachute
Before the plane; before the ability to soar.

It is frustrating to believe in an answer to a
Problem you aren't perceiving.
Do I talk louder or longer?
Do I become your parents?

No, No, No.  No good.
Replacing one problem with another is not progress.
Besides, I could be wrong.  I'm not, but I could be.
And it would be a hollow victory to win the battle
And lose the war.

So, carry on.  I know your life is good.
I know it can be better.
I won't intrude.  I'll be a perfect gentleman.
I'll be tortured.

O, come on, ask.  Please, ask.

I’ll end with some reflection I had one morning while laying in bed.

I feel death is imminent
even though no doctor agrees.
Certainly, you know, no one avoids this fate.
Am I being warned to get my affairs in order?
Am I being warned that my life is headed in the wrong direction?
Am I already dead?
Certainly, I do not understand the world anymore.
And the world is not demanding anything of me.
Or I've gone deaf and blind.
Is this when you are supposed to just let go?
Is this when you are supposed to latch on and get fanatical?
It is cloudy outside.
But it is winter.
Spring will be here soon.
Will I?


philosophyon-line dating#7

There are times when I think it will be impossible for me to find someone on-line.
But then something happens to make it all worthwhile.

Recently I have been corresponding with a woman who also writes. She sent me this short prose which I enjoyed.

I have a window right above my head that I leave open year round. 
I can hear the night and feel the cool breeze tickle my hair and face as I sleep. 
I can feel and smell when the seasons change. I love the feeling of excitement and 
sense of renewal. The dust of winter is brushed away and a spring is in my step as I 
wake to birds chirping and the train whistle that signals a brand new day.

Normally my first reaction would be to say, “Man, it’s winter, close the window and lower the heating bill”. But that is not what I did. Instead I rearranged her words and wrote this:

Title: The Window
Birds chirp, train whistles blow.
My day starts with an internal glow.
Feeling excited with a sense of renewal.
I couldn't receive a more precious jewel.

Breezes tickle me as I sleep.
Letting me feel the seasons creep.
Because the window, right above my head.
Makes the best place to be, my bed.

This reminds me of times in the past I have sold photographs to painters. They get to paint a scene they never would have seen. The two are not the same and neither is better. But the whole experience is better.