Simple Me… a poetically expressed thought


Scattered energies
Fragmented dreams
Nothing is ever as it seems

Dark and light
I embrace
Clarity in stillness not haste

Silence understood
Never bad never good
Judge not

Accept
Love
Just be

I am beautiful
I am focused
I am simple me

Intent
Aligned
And free

yin-yang-symbol-earth-22948520

Distracted… By my virtual Valentine


You have taken over my mind
Distracted feeling quite sublime
Feelings and thoughts transcending time

Thoughts racing bouncing here and there
Should be focused yet I don’t care
Wish my fingers were running through your hair

As you speak
My knees get weak
Your body in bed I seek

To feel your flesh skin on skin
The thoughts that rage within
With you naked we begin

Kisses tenderly
Passion building bursting free
Your legs wrapped around me

Slowly the rhythm builds
Quivering as your depth you yield
Our bodies melting as it is filled

Clenching squeezing contracting
Your inner works reacting
From the depths of me extracting

Our magical attraction
Cosmic reaction
Mutual satisfaction

Distracted by thoughts and dreams
Making love with you on my mind it seems
What a lovely distraction your sweet smile brings

My virtual Valentine
You are on my mind
Can’t wait to meet you in space and time

valentines-day-heart-wallpapers-2-1024x768

For the first time since my first kiss… I have no Valentine to share this Valentines Day with. I am a romantic kind of guy and figured I would throw my thoughts out into the Universe and be surprised with what it shares with me! I actually have a lady I desire to make my Valentine she really made me feel so sublime yet I have only just met her and she lives quite a ways away. It may seem kind of … Scary maybe to show up and take her for dinner out of the blue. So I decided to just chill and wrote a poem expressing how I feel. Happy Valentines to you all and my virtual Valentine, maybe next year I may once again have one that is real!

The Key… Acceptance unlock your heart and mind.


“Our watchword, then, will be acceptance, and not exclusion. Not only toleration, for so-called toleration is often blasphemy, and I do not believe in it. I believe in acceptance. Why should I tolerate? Toleration means that I think that you are wrong and I am just allowing you to live. Is it not a blasphemy to think that you and I are allowing others to live?” (Swami Vivekananda, The Complete Works Vol.2)

I was inspired to share the quote as I observe the world around me, I accept that it is a beautiful world and it is by working together as human beings and accepting our differences that our world will evolve and the ignorance as well as the violence will transform into wisdom and compassion.

key

Acceptance is the key to changing ourselves and our world. Accepting responsibility for our thoughts and actions is the first step towards changing ourselves and our world. Start with accepting that you are you and loving yourself just as you are and embracing who you want to be. Accept it will take effort and know that you are doing the best you can. It will allow you to accept that those around you are human just like you!

Acceptance is a form of love, I happen to feel it is one of the ultimate expressions of love!

I accept that you feel how you feel. I accept that you did what you felt you had to do. I accept that at this moment in time….. I am where I am, I am present, I accept that it is what it is and it is accepted with love. I accept you as you are and me as I am all of us are a part of this wonderful existence we know as life.

Thank you for being beautiful you and changing the world with your love and your smiles, You are making a difference and having an impact. Thank you for being the positive change our world so needs, you are making it better for all we share it with! Thank you!

Namaste

An Immortal, a Sorcerer and a thousand years of love…


Jake exited the Lincoln Tunnel entering the urban jungle of concrete, steel, and flesh, the “Big Apple”. He turned onto Tenth Ave. abruptly slamming on the brakes just avoiding a collision with a redhead that had a body like Marilyn Monroe.

“Damn it” he cursed, as his coffee cup erupted like a volcano. He looked at the traffic signal making sure he had the green thinking; it’s suicidal for someone on foot to try to cross against the signal, during the morning rush hour.

What the hell, is she doing, he thought while searching for a napkin to clean up the murky pool that now graced the seat of his jeep ” Betsy”. He retrieved a napkin and looked up from the spotless consol to find the road hazard staring into his eyes as she walked towards him.
-.
The smell of overheating brakes, burnt oil and scorched tires wafted through the window assaulting Jake’s nose as he rolled it down “What the hell are you doing, are you crazy?” he shouted over the cacophony of horns, now blaring simultaneously, by the conductor- less, orchestra …the five lanes of stopped traffic that now surrounded him.

“I came to find you Jake; we need to talk, and you haven’t got much time.” She said before asking rather smugly.” Are you going to let me in or leave me standing here to get run over?”

“What are you talking about, do I know you?” Jake queered, as he pondered whether he should let her in or not. What harm could she do he muttered in his mind. She is half my size and doesn’t look like an axe murderer. Even if she is there was no way she is hiding an axe in that outfit. . She was wearing a perfectly pleated paisley dress which revealed her shapely body, and highlighted her auburn hair, and enchanting green eyes. He unlocked the door and told her “get in.”

The flowery spring like fragrance of her perfume preceded her entry, making him feel somehow lighter, and full of joy. He smiled as climbed in and sat next to him. “My name is Sandra; I have been a friend of yours for close to three thousand years.” She said as her full lips proclaimed, revealing her brilliant white teeth and creating a warm smile.

“What?’ exclaimed Jake” Three thousand years is a long time. In case you hadn’t noticed I am not that old, even though I am forty-three I don’t feel in any way ancient. You, my beautiful friend, can’t be a day over thirty, thirty five at the most.”

“Do you believe in reincarnation?”She retorted, then before Jake could answer she continued”We are spiritual beings, souls that have chosen to take a physical body.


The song just seemed to fit! “The Talisman of Immortality” coming soon to a book store near you!

Fiction with feeling.. My heart screamed.


Mike was sprawled out on the bench, a collapsed toilet paper box hid his head from the sun and those that passed by. I looked at him laying there his pants covered in vomit, frying like an egg on the sidewalk in the late morning sun. The empty vodka bottle he grasped with a death grip as his arm hung lifelessly over the side of the bench.

The stench that permeated the stagnant air was a mixture of vomit; body odor and shit made me want to gag. The only other time I recall my nose being so offended was when I made the mistake of taking a late morning walk down Fulton Street. Have you ever been to the fish market, after the fish guts, and waste have been rotting for several hours in the mid summer sun. I had to throw away my favorite shoes when I got home; there was no getting rid of that smell.

I wish I had a hose to spray mike down with and a bar of soap, I really wish I could have given him a place to stay that was equipped with a shower.

As I looked at him the Stoli bottle spoke to me, like a wine bottle with a message that had washed up on a beach. The message although unwritten told the same story. “SOS” I am lonely and alone, surrounded by the ocean, in Mike’s case it was an ocean of people that didn’t even see him.

My heart screamed, I wanted to help him somehow. I had spoken with him several times, he shared his story. His wife kicked him out a few years back; he couldn’t deal with his reality and had turned to crack cocaine. It provided a temporary relief and escape from the pressures of his job, his wife, his family and society that wanted him to fit their expectations.

I understood how he felt, I was going through a divorce hated my job and felt pressured to conform to the expectations of family and society. The 85 dollars left from my paycheck after the child support, taxes, and alimony were taken out of my check was not enough to pay rent on an apartment. The only reason I wasn’t sleeping on a bench next to Mike was I had a car. I also had a different attitude and I chose not to hit the bottle.

It was Wednesday one of the days I got to spend the evening with my children. I had left the shop I worked out of after learning there was no work for me that day. As a carpenter for a Union shop in NY work was sometimes spotty. I had been lucky for the greater part of twenty years working steady, times had changed.
No steady work meant even more arrears in my child support and less for me to live on. I was just a few dollars away from the bench next to Mike.

I reached in my pocket and took out the last of my cash a crumpled up five dollar bill and stuffed it in Mike’s empty hand. He fidgeted and dropped the bottle as he woke startled to have somebody touching him. The cardboard feel to the ground as he jumped up, he looked at me with bloodshot eyes and looked in his hand at the five. He smiled and said “thank you” before sitting up straight. I suggested he should get some breakfast and get moving before the morning police patrol arrived. Then I headed for the subway.
——————————————————————————————————————————
An experiment and having some fun being creative as I prepare my contribution for this weeks Veterans writing group. A short story with a little punch, I have been working them over with my almost complete novel and thought they might enjoy something different.

What do you think? Certainly not what you expected is it? If nothing else I am becoming a better writer, thank you all for stopping by and for your much appreciated support. My next Novel may be a take off of this short story if it piques enough interest..lol

Namaste!

A tribute to a little Angel …


img_mouseover3

 

Little Angel spread your wings
Although you were only here for a moment
You have made my heart sing
Love is what you brought and all you knew
Love is what I give back to you
Your time though short on this earth
Only moments from
The time of your birth
I love you forever for what my love is worth
Love is beyond a moment in time
I carry you in this heart of mine
The love you shared is a gift divine
I see you flying with your angel wings
A tear of sorrow and joy the vision brings
I love you is the song my shattered heart sings
Thank you for sharing your love
My little Angel up above

♥♥♥♥♥♥

Sometimes the smallest things are only there for the shortest moments, those moments are sometimes the greatest gifts and teachers. My life has been touched by a young soul that was in it only for a few moments yet those moments have affected me and my family forever.

If you only had ten minutes left of your life what would you do with them? If you only had ten more minutes to live I hope you have the gift of being held by someone you love and someone who loves you. If I had ten minutes right now although I sit alone my heart would be and is filled with the greatest of love. I have no words to truly express what that means, other than a tragic moment fills my heart with a reverence and love in this moment that I shall cherish and embrace as long as I am able. Joy is hard to find in my mind, yet joy and peace are found in my presence this moment. Fly little Angel fly I am watching you with a tear of joy in my eye!

Thank you all and may peace love and joy fill your moments as you are present in them.

Namaste.