Transformed by the sounds… the sights… the very index of events that encompassed the world… their world… alone of in transition the sparks ignited at the simplest of thoughts… A long strange trip it has been and while the hour is past for such things they do get better with time… The other one reminds me of that fact daily for it brings the opposite view to bear on all things mutual… A sleepless knight I walked alone… the lone sentinel… cast within a wish of my own creation… it was easy and painless to walk the last mile… to stretch the length and breath of me… one breathes the air to refresh the soul… the steel that makes one rigid and tough…

Words have a way of directing one to a specific path and then leaving them to their own devices… One word begs for others to follow them… and so they do for a time and then time stands in the still nest as day light fades and the reality of the approaching knight takes hold… How does one cast delight into the time without sun? The author is sparked by words… The poet by rhyme… the artist by the use of color… the photographer by the eye that senses the absence of light… each artist to their trade has a way of delighting the void… the half time of night…

People get upset and angry when they suspect things are out of control… A need is generated to take matters into their hands and put one’s foot down to show who is boss… A heavy handed approach is best is thought… they must do what I say… or there will be consequences… or there will be talk and the loss of control or of not being in control is a thought that angers… that spreads fear… that pushes for aggressive action… The tools of the dark side… are anger, fear and aggression… they donut give you power but they appear to… they are simply easier and more seductive… The best way is to give some one the freedom to explore the possibilities that extend out before them… Being in control is an illusion… control means to push them to explore every aspect of the life they lead… control means to create an environment of delight that others can aspire to live in…

In turn… the circle spins… the action of the wheel come full circle… there is the beauty of life… the joy of newness… the passion of what springs forth… the warmth of summer… the dreams of youth spent wishing each day away… dreaming… the gentle slide of the fall as the tide changes and storms brew… until the settling in for the cold… the rain… the snow that blankets the earth… to slumber under her… until the earth’s clock ticks and sets the path on its way once more… We dream… we wish… and those forces create passion in our daily lives… without that faith… it is difficult to live the present… There is a time and a season for every mood… for every part of the circle of life… all our lives are circles… they are wheels that spin each day… each month… each season… each year… they spin one upon the other one…

As difficult as it is some times to write… I find a way to put some words together… and even when time interferes as is his nature I find time to turn back to the future… a childish ploy it is… I was hoping that the tide would rise up over the levee… Foolish of me to believe that words can crumple a wall… I believe in who I am now… who I have become… that this incarnation is more then the other versions of the original me… A rare and unique form of reinvention… I believed yesterday that the words I wrote would trip a response… one can only polish the turd so many times… the fact that it is a turd means it stinks and no amount of polishing is going to change that fact… When the levee breaks I will go… once more to remember that it is easier to be who I was once then the one I am now… It was easier to knot live then it is to live… It was truly easier to hide in the shadows… to remain along the fringes of reality… When one steps forth they take on the life force and that must be shared… in sharing there are those that accept of who you are and those that reject it… then there are the times when things shared are no longer viable and the loss is pain filled… a separation of likes… of close nests… of knot being able to speak… the uneasy silence of having no things to say… to write… to think… I believed their wood bee some thing… that was foolish of me…

A warm smile embraces the day light… having met the veil slipping across the eastern sky we sat… upon the edge of our dreams… each one to their own message… to their own thoughts… A mutual silence fell… we each took hold of the sense that this was some thing special… these soul friends… these creatures… these beings we are… filled with a frail nature we hide behind the veil… lost in the grip of our own making we silently ask and receive the answers… the smile warms us instantly from the inside out… all truth vibrates from within… all things worth having come from within… effortlessly…

Forward thinking… send it on to go before hue… a letter of intent… a mission of exploration touching on those places you will find out when you get there… Hope… less a feeling then say faith… a miracle cure of the mind’s eye stretched beyond one’s imagination… We are free at last… or have we just begun the process of knowing? A blue picture hazed over to cover the initial ground… speak out… the voices are muffled by the roar of the approaching storm clouds… or is that the rumble of the herd? The mass move mint trampling the stragglers under the feet of the mass majority… Forward thought projected out simplifies the complex derivatives of the eternal equations brought forth to settle the immeasurable mass distortion caused by the weight exercised on each gram of existence… Thinking eases the way in…

Time was when I would regret the day with little or know words… today my sleep was interrupted and I spent a good deal of time this night past wide awake… walking about in the home… silent as it was… I sat to read and found myself a part of the text… Often when I am reading I experience the words that way… a deep interaction… like minds dwelling together… a mutual experience… one reads and one listens to the words radiate inside them…

Just when we get to that point of being afraid… we surprise ourselves with how strong we are… how brave we can be… Yes there is much to learn… and a long way to go but lettuce take small steps to get there… and expect the best we can each day…

There are many times when we make promises we cannot keep… Intentions are good but the ability to continue to keep them are beyond what they were when we first made them… I believe that things work in a physical… emotional… spiritual way… being alive we sense things on a physical level and that pulls us directly… It is say physical appearance that first attracts one to another… and that triggers emotions… that grow deep… the last the spiritual part requires us to find our center our peace… to love ourselves and accept who and what we are… that space is where we can love unconditioned… where we allow ourselves the freedom to bath in the Gods will for us… It has been my experience that it is the last place we reach… of course there are exceptions to every rule and there are many ways to reach out to spiritual centers… The beauty is that no matter what way we choose to take to find our spiritual center we find it… no matter what God or Gods we choose to follow they lead us to the same place… Life is challenging and is filled with ups and downs that we can traverse with a smile or a frown… How we choose to do it makes all the difference… Some of us take the path less traveled and it makes all the difference in our lives… others take the highway and for them it made all the difference to them… Personally I am not worried about being first or last… I am knot concerned with time… or money… it seems to take care of itself and if I donut have enough well then it is not time to do that just yet… I donut believe in sacrifice for the sake of sacrifice… My shape shifts I am quite flexible at the art of compromise… There is a saying that religion is what one finds peace within… that maybe true… in reality I have yet to find a path that is perfect for everyone… I believe we each find our niche and when we do we are at peace with the world…

Poetry in motion… the words seem to dance to the music that washes over me… There are days when the cold winds blow… the rain moves side ways and chills one to the very essence of who they are… The need to smile exist in those times as we huddle in mass… finding comfort in the together nest… We inspire each other to be more then we are… a single set of words… a thank you… a hello… a reach out across the expanse of time… one is lost to be found… adrift to be set to dock… it is what it is and nothing more…

The ability to speak… to say what is on one’s mind is essential… One needs to feel free in that regard… A touch of this or that… a mix of words… a potion mind you… an elixir that sparks an interest to know more… The mind needs to stay open to discussion… to alternative ways to the same end… The road is never closed permanently… on a temporary basis yes we all have those walks in life… those places we go that take us down a path we wish to not have to go again… Such is the perils and triumphs of a day in the life… We can choose to see it as we do… a perspective alteration… for the glass remains filled in many respects… and only empties as need be… to be replaced by other elements that make up the mixture… The glass you see never spills forth of need… it spills forth of excess…

One acts as they see fit in the moment and while after thoughts can bring a new light they are after and having learned some thing new we can incorporate that lesson into what we do better now… How can I do that better… in a more positive way… What can I learn from today that will enhance where I am tomorrow? The best is yet to arrive… The only bad change is allowing some one else to decide what change is best for you… In time with time all things pass and the best of times are truly what they are remembered for the joy they bring and the laughter that one has within themselves… A spring runs through it… a river… to the sea sure enough to be unsure for a moment we are witness and so positive we fail to recognize the possibilities that exist is this very moment… opportunity is knocking as loud as she can and it eludes those who are unaware because they are sure… or they think they know… and all other ways are closed to them… the door opens and they refuse to walk in… a possibility exist right here right now are you prepared… unsure enough to allow your mind to accept other ideas?

The bell rings… a knock… a signal that some one is waiting upon your doorstep… and they are welcomed or turned away… what of the other knocks… the silent ones you ignore… the smiles on the street… the casual words… inquiring… asking… cracking the door jam just that little bit? What of the other nudges?

To judge is to open one self up to be judged… to suggest that any one person knows another well enough to make a decision for them is childish… We are adults well most of us anyway… as adults we get to decide for ourselves what we shall do with the time we have… we can worry our time away with work… the chill of the night and sleep that fails to rest us… we can feel every ping… every pang of our life time… hear every word uttered in our direction… we can create a small place of perfection that no one can fit in… or we can live… within the diverse nature of our own making… we can choose to see the delight of each morning as it dawns… we can choose to enjoy the ride… to and from…we can choose to add the sugar to the medicine that makes it so perfectly smooth… we can make this a livelihood instead of a life… we can jump on the circle and swing with it while still walking our own path and creating our own way… We can be an individual… we can find our peace… our one nest where all is calm and at rest within us… We can choose to live life each day as if it was the last one we had… the present it is…

Happy are the moments when our hearts jump at the thought… Happy are the days we spent wondering… Happy are the many hours we sit in dream like fantasies that turn into reality… Happy are the times when we finally reach the place we have always wished to be and find what we have searched so desperately for… happy are the times when the future seems so bright and filled with desire that each day you jump from sleep… Happy are the days that follow… happy is the course your life now takes… a more enjoyable frolic… careless and free… free at last… free at last… in joy…

The fall creeps in to our bones slowly at first with knights and then days are chilled to release the final remnants of summer from the trees… The rains comes… cold… the wind blows… the fields lay barren… the sky clear and blue… The signs of winter the first flakes of snow… the frost on the windows as we start the day… the smell of wood burning… of wet leaves collected… the crisp crunch under foot… of dried and blowing leaves… I have made it to the edge of my own imagination…

The words not said… the letters you wrote and never sent… the thousands of notes littered about you that you thought of and just didn’t push that button… The endless dialogue that used to ramble on rose and now the non flurry of activity… the occasional nod to keep the edge there if needed… I wonder some times if I had just disappeared one knight… and became some one new… I guess I had my chance… I could just stop here and knot go on any further… I could rest assured I could stop if I wished to that is… Some how for me the writing releases the angst inside me… I know that I will never see her again… I know it… I know that she shall fade from my life… I also know that it is a good thing for that to happen… in a few years time she will realize what was happening… hope fully I will still be out and about when she does… until that time I am unable to do any more then be who I am… I have gotten her this far… that fact releases me from the burden of other life times… I was the one responsible for the transformation from one to the other and having done that I am now free… It is after all what I wished for when I first wandered into her… and now that it is here I am filled with a sad nest at having to depart from my soul friend… or shall I say allowing her to depart from me… it has been wonder filled… I shall miss her desperately… and I will hold her off ten in my mind, my heart and my soul…

Off ten we learn from places we donut anticipate learning from… If we are open to the knowledge and accept it into our lives… Many times the wisdom has been there in front of me and many times it eluded my touch… I know what I am capable of and it scares me a little bit… The magic in me tuns deep and to my very core… I fear me some times… others may see what I write as poetry or whimsical thoughts… In a certain respect I guess they are… The fact that some are real… that they reflect actual people and thoughts and how I feel about them influences the magic even more… I know those that I write to and care for rarely traverse these pages… they are free to they choose not to wander here… I am left to my own imagination and set free to wander as I need… One holds on tight by letting go completely… Honestly some times I wonder how I have made it this far along… Off ten times we learn from the edges the sides of things we have missed before… Often we are illusions to our family, our friends… never to our soul friends for they touch us deeply… yet still even there the silence of the knight can haunt… even the best of friends must part… so goes the line of another song… blind love is one that finds you with eyes closed… across eternity… it is love that trips your magic if you ever wonder in your heart what it is that ignites the elemental energy inside you… you had what you searched for all along… always did… funny how those things work out isn’t it?

My private affairs remain shall we say private… the ramblings of my mind are what I expose here and nothing more then a vivid imagination can take what I write and run with it to feel pleasure is to live and how ever these words take you the hope is they take you to places that fill the voids… with a sense of wonder… a curiosity to find more… desire… passion… inspiration to ignite those elementals inside you…

I read a bit today about some ones happiness and felt a pang of loss… a strange sensation since I have only wished that they find the happiness they have finally reached… The pang was for me… at having reached the cross road at witch we must part our ways for a time… Know more leaning upon them or them upon me… a figurative hug… knot even a good bye for they donut realize what is happening and I haven’t the heart to tell them… that the road they are on is not one I can take… that it was my task to escort them here and to guide them to this place… now the delight shines on them… In some time they may sit and remember in a dream a knight that held them whilst they slept… and watched over them… but it will be a dream… and some dreams my friends are better left as dreams… They can never know… nor shall I speak of it to them… What I hide I hide from you as well as from the other me…

Let my words go… they are tokens… rhymes that lack meter or grace… they touch upon the mantle of time… they play with musical cords… the power unplugged in silence they speak volumes… The higher the high the larger the void it fills… the larger the ladder one kneads to climb to reach me… play on dear souls for life is a symphony of sounds worth creating… To smile is to create a musical note… To sing of happiness and joy brings delight to those that bear witness to such wonders… My inspiration flows to tokens rising and falling… a breath taken in and washed through a cleansing breath we take… a move we chance to make forward always froward into the dark the light moves illuminating the lost ways of other times… What we have learned in technology we have lost in knowledge of how, what, when and where… In other times we will trace our history… I ramble a bit and go off in directions… my poetry in motion of the shifting of my shape today… I used to name them all… each thought… this allows for a flow and a ramble on rose one into the other one and that is a bit more of the cosmic Charlie in all of us for what a long strange trip it has been so far away for the blues that Stella wrote are here in the songs that trip the delights fantastic… a pathway to heaven… a place to row… while the eyes of the world watch over you now we are lost in space or passengers on the bus heading for home with the driver at odds evens stuck in the between hours and knot knowing what more to do…

Impossible to make one speak when one wishes to remain silent or more importantly when one wishes to remain at a distance… From a distance the edge is farther away… close up it is right where it is and we are on it looking down from a thousand stories… each a few pages to read… there is time I feel for a new tale… one a bit longer with more of the Uncle John we all love so in it… My inspiration fades for this day… it is time to row Jimmy row… to catch up with Cassidy and take the long train home…

The road edged inward… a cavernous entryway opened to appearances… The wilds of the mind melted inside… once through twice bitten… the allure of what was before you caught your aye… Many a sigh was heard over… the crashing of the door way… a one way in forward focused… next always next… a step towards… a progression away… a place to hide in the shadows… a place to roll up in ones own imagination… Along the side roads… the internal workings call out… we are free… we are captives of our freedom… we are prisoners of our own wishes, desires and fantasies…

Progress is made… created even… from the farthest reaches of one’s own imagination mixed with the collective reality… A challenge… true and clear is met… a word spoken is listened to… a give is taken and what is taken is returned in kind… One kind or another… the busy nests fill the void… with tasks that occupy the idle mind… to be busy is to live… to be is to live… to act is to live… questions all… a wondrous scattering of words… a picturesque mosaic of colors… a tree changes in Brooklyn… dripping with color… they slip away unnoticed in the chaos… Busy are we to notice… the falling foliage… the cooling temperatures… the smells of the season in the midst we are… Progress is made… the journey was worth every step of the trip we made falling into it… racing through the ruins we tumbled in the void and filled every ounce of it… laughter tends to do that… good to have a sense of the ridiculous…

The way to hold on is to let go… the way to one way is to allow for other ways… the way to be free is to allow others the freedom you wish to have… the way to create smiles is to smile… the way to laughter is to laugh… the avenues that we share are free and open… Know one can shut them… they happen intellectually and telepathically… The mechanism is a machine… without it can you knot feel the words? They exist within you… if you believe in karma… in fate… in things happening for reasons… then life continues beyond a restriction… if it is important… one will find another way… Computers didn’t always exist… What makes life interesting is the way in witch we rise to the challenges placed before us… A new and interesting day today is… ride on… the coaster is about to touch the valley to rise once more to a peak…

Believe in you… the colors of your world… believe in the pair of dice… for you rolled them and they came up snake eyes or they came up lucky seven… or they came out box cars… or they rested on their sides revealing nothing… a do over… a strange occurrence in the evening darkness… we roll the pair a dice time and again… believe in you and the odds are with you that the end will be delight filled and worthy of the journey you walk… believe in what is inside you the ouch… the ache… the desire or passion that lifts you… Knot all that glitters is gold we have heard… a fools gold is often grabbed and displayed as the real thing… fades quickly it does and with it the feelings of wonder we once had…

Sparks… illuminate… for a moment the darkness… one flame burns enough to delight the room… one elemental energy… one single source… one string… attaches us all… the thread enters each life and remains with them… it is the element that makes us all part of the greater part… one step closer and one step away… we have that freedom to create thoughts to allow our thoughts to wander… we are free to think… to imagine… to express that within the realm of our lives… we are the sparks that fly… to illuminate and inspire others…

The curtain falls… hiding the actor… the stage… the props we use… The curtain falls and the lights come on… an intermission on life… a chance to step back… to express wonder… to apply a critics ear, eye or sense to things happening about you… The curtain falls and we are forever kept outside until the curtain rises once more… So to it is with life… from a distance we sense things… we react and act according to our beliefs… The curtain falls and that chapter of our being has ended and a new one begins with each new breath we take… we go… we arrive… we trip… we run through the ruins to other places wanting only to find solace we find chaos… the upheaval of our times… and from the ashes so rises the phoenix… we step forth unto the new day… The curtain falls and we read Joyce in the wings for it was a triumph of spirit… a wonder of words… and a delight to all the senses… bravo…

Let my inspiration go… it is a token of words exchanged… a lie… a truth… a perspective of the old world entered into the new world… a revolving door way of opportunity… a swarm of activities to catch one with open wings… A stand here against the tidal wave of public opinion… I am uncertain… and I am free within that uncertainty… I am as free as the air is to breath… and I am as captive as my mind allows… the day knocks hard… the door way swings… and the delight enters to a ring… we are masters of our own making… let it be… the story evolves… the tales hold our imagination and the mystery intrigues us… let it be… so that for today the gift of wondering fills us…

Another day… a morning… soft with cool air…crisp… unforgiving yet forgiven… an unforgivable action knot taken… A whisper is all… nothing more… Well springs the music that sparks the imagination to remember… Yet it is impossible to occupy a time if the reference is denied access… It does take time… the unfortunate nature of time is that we all have variable degrees of it left within us… The future is such a collection of wishes and ideas we are never sure how the collective imaginations will come together and what they will form once they combine as one… Some have the sight of ages past and some have the sense of porpoise to predict what is before them from the passage of history and the knowledge of behavior… I am at a loss for such wisdom… I am foolish enough to believe in the power of magic… in the power of desire, passion and love… I am foolish enough to believe that will be enough… Reality tells me it is knot… but that is faith… believing in some thing, or some one when logic and reality tell you different… I still believe… I will always believe…

Shallow is waters of my life… depth is lacking in some places… the course of the river of my dreams takes me to places that run deep and I can bath within those waters… I can cleanse myself of the elements… a mind if we go some place and sit upon the edge… to look over the side… to bath in the shinning sun on the precipice of time… edging closer to those limits we set for ourselves… Cross we may some day… the temptations of the soul are there… tired of the body… tired of the mind… tired of the soul is the worst fatigue one can endure… Faith holds us together longer then the body would endure without… Shallow is my life some times for I see only the surface of things when the cry is to look deeper into another’s soul… wisdom escapes me sometimes… elusive is the obvious… One sits… one stands… one wishes… for the depth to return… maybe one day it will…

The sheep follow… they are lulled into the grass and they are content for a time… content to rest in the huddle mass… asleep at the wheel the driver drives on and on into the dark knight… Who stands guard over those sheep?

A word or two properly placed… the gift of conversation carried out across the table of timeless moments spent wondering aloud or in silence… A contemplative view of the collective reality we live inside of… a social wave… a polite estimate… a pair of nods view… Words ease that space open… they allow for distance between points… a mist is painted upon… while in it there seems to be know way… until there is… One way to stop is to knot move… one way to move is to knot stop… a course is run and we all do what we must… I have run past the ruins of my life times and staggered into this reality lucky to have escaped the death of my own making… I was once a sheep in wolves clothing… I rest with that thought… I wrestle with that notion… I speak with that in mind present always… aware as we all should be of what lies we profess to know and what truths we donut speak… A word placed here or there that lifted a burden… that quieted a raging storm that spoke of delight in the midst of the chaos of a day… A shimmer of hope… an eternal flame… a smile… a solitary preference… elusive… vague… a loss found once more… the beauty of silence preserved in ones mind as the highest high one can obtain… to be with some one who makes you feel alive… worthy… part of the dream… a high worth having… A gentle high of desire… passion… inspiration…

I have a round two it that sits upon my desk that reminds me to get there and to do with the time that I have left… all things have limits they do as does any given increment of time… time to be young… time to study to learn… time to spread ones wings and fly… time to stand up for what is and what can be… Time to get round two it… When we have time we use it… when we donut we wish for more of it… time is the element of our imagination we never have enough of… Since we created time as a way of representing where we are and were we were and where we are going you would think we have given ourselves more of it then we did…

Along side the mirror rests… the telling of the tale… it stretches one’s imagination some times… a distorted view of the reality that stands before it… A little too tall… a little to wide… a little to much of everything to be enough… enough said… a lack of this or that… a wish to be… a desire to be… a passion to create from nothing some thing worth a look beyond that’s nice… Under the cover of darkness we sleep alive with ideas… under the covers we call and receive the ideas we need to trip the delights fantastic… Wonders never cease to amaze me…

A trip along the way… a polished entrance to another place… a door way to explore the edges of one’s beliefs… Easy to get pushed up against it… caught between a rock and a belief… a hard place to rest… to find comfort… pushed against the edges we fear the falling off or the going over… the loss of control… the splitting hare… the what is there any how sort of questions that trip our minds… A maze intrigues us to explore the many ways to an end… trapped inside we wander about aimlessly stirring the mixture inside us in a frantic search for one spark… one light that illuminates a way for us to go forth now… I am amazed within… amazed without… amazed at the diversity of possibilities that sparkle and glow…

A couple of words strung together form an idea… or one can plant a seed that grows over time… finding fertile ground in one imagination it can flower bringing more ideas to other minds… the path is endless a circle of living… enjoying… experiencing each day… A one trip wonder filled ride over the course of a life time… the running with the thunder… a flash of lightning striking a musical chord… A slip… a fall from the sky to land gently in arms… warmth is a friend that says what needs to be said… gentle are the words spoken in the face of the general pull… believe and yea shall see… Some day I will paint that master peace… some day the colors of my world will melt in with others and form a more perfect collage of ideas… I believe in the words… sewing the seeds of one imagination with other diverse minds…

A frosted smile… one that speaks of sentiment… of places to go before I sleep and roads less traveled and more miles to wander before the day closes about me… A smile of exploration or curiosity to make all the difference… A master peace of words… of color… or knowing what to sew and what to seed… of being alive in the child… The part of me that watches over… the part that plays the games of life… the part that sits and imagines other times… One can row… one can swim… one can walk… one can walk on the water… it must be the shoes… or… A frosted smile escapes for it knows the truth is a lie and all lies truths… all words a fantasy for reality is what we make of the mutual fantasy we have created… I am going to get there when I donut know… it is however a common way to go… so I shall step off that way and row a bit… on the river of my own life times… to slip along the water’s edges in search of the other me… I in joy being the other me some times… the diversity is uplifting… all dancers dancing a different dance… a chaotic circle of delight… row, row, row…

Wrapped in paper a present is hidden… it is anticipated for it is unknown to one’s eyes and the imagination runs wild wanting to know and exploring ideas of what it could or could knot be… The paper keeps us guessing… exploring the recesses of our minds… grasping at any and all possibilities… more and more… are we so different? The gifts hidden behind a thin layer… the wonder hidden inside… secreted away… kept at a distance… until… the door way opens and the flood gates are breached… the common way to go… row, row, row… with the flood…

A flash illuminated the colors for a moment in time frozen in the delight… there against the edges of darkness the light stood still… one way to move… or another to go towards of away from… the charge of the flight… a circle of ideas wrapped about the illusion… a swirling of possibilities excited by the opportunity to be more to see more to hear more to feel more then ever before now a whisper to settle in and enjoy the ride… a roller coaster… a pitch one way and then another… whipped into a frenzy of chaotic activity that brings the magic together… a thousand dancers all in opposite motions… a thousand musicians each playing a different tune… a thousand diverse wishes creating a mutual reality… from the fantasy of their own minds… in a flash… a single flash… a solitary blink of an eye…

Time passes… in a little bit we return to those pages that trip our imagination… in a little bit we take time to sit with ourselves and let the thoughts wash over us so thick some times we have to push them out of the way… the memories so vivid so close so touching to our souls… Time passes and we along with it pass on what we have learned… we pass on our wonders one to the other as small gifts each day… a true delight to open… anticipated with excite mints each… Time passes and we dance… we sing we allow the wonder to soak into our being… we slip beneath the waters of our own making… the flood of our emotions sweated out of us… we see delight and feel it within us as a spring… a fountain of youth filled dreams washing over us in a warm rain… to dance in… to walk in… to sit in… time passes and we some times forget… time passes and we need to be reminded… time passes and suddenly we are unable… time passes and we reach the end… time passes and we have regrets… time passes and we wish to live over time passes and we wish to live once more… time passes and we are foreign to ourselves… time passes and the gift has faded within us… time passes and while we are unable to stop time… we can remember now what is important to us… and hold those thoughts… those memories in the present that is today… As we unwrap this joy… this gift we create the anticipation for the morrow… on the whisper of the wind my words may find you… and be the gift that delights your day… or they may just fade once more… It is as it was once before and shall be once more again some other time yet to be… a confused state of reality created from the mutual dreams of many… that is life and life is the gift we share… Time passes erasing those old thoughts… fading those old pictures… taking with it those other thoughts once so dear… time passes and we are once more where we were before… at a place where we need to decide what we take with us… what we leave behind… time passes and choices are made unconscious or conscious ones… time passes… and so do we… from the child… to the adult… to the next generation we pass on what we have learned… a single moment may define our lives… a single memory… time passes on… a singular march we all must take… Time passes… the gift of today onto us to do with as we choose… to create those tomorrows worth anticipating… to create the yesterdays worthy of a memory… to unwrap this gift slowly for it is power filled and loving… it is time itself…

He was taken to pause in between the times… a lesson learned that distorted time to his advantage… to step away from… a trinket… a passing on of the air looms thick with thoughts… One more day… closer now then yesterday… a renovation of the mind… a new room to play in… a new doorway to corrupt the hinges on so they swing out and in… side to side… right to left and back once more… a circular motion that allows in all who venture forth to knock three times… the high sign held up… lead me on… home…

Edge wise we listened… a slant taken to each… a divergence… a slight alteration of the mind to go off in search of… answers we already have within us… Such is the way of life… to find out what is… I have left home to find out and come back knowing less then when I left only to find that what I left for sitting there where I left it… crazy… insane… wild…

Almost time… almost there to that place… a meeting of the minds is scheduled for some time close to now… I shall go and prepare the way… for time must be taken before one meets with another mind… the lead dog gets a different view each day… while the others see the same old ass hole day after day…

Simple facts are given… what is, is… the gift flows… the abilities of one are shared with who ever… we are all free to do… there is never a difficulty with such… there is never a fear of sharing our gifts… that happens naturally… as we live we share… impossible to be other wise… The dream is of course to have an impact… If my words make one smile or bring a laugh into any day at any time then that is all I ever cared to do… seems a simple dream that… to remain anonymous… a faceless specter… That may even appear as strange… I have found that simply when one knows another one they take what they write different then if they donut know them… You may read what is hear and form a picture… create an illusion… and that image will stay with you… it is a more power filled image… then the reality that is me…

Take what is given an use it… take what the earth shares with us and make it better… take what is in your heart and share it freely… take what possibilities exist for you today and slip inside them… Take the opportunity that is knocking and grasp it firmly with both hands… the ride of life demands positive thought… it demands of you choices to be made… it demands of you a lust for each day that pops you up and out of bed and into the well spring of desire… take it all inside you so that you overflow with passion for each moment… each hour… each minute of time you can create… Take hold the gift and swirl it about you for today is another present we get to share…

Pass on what you have learned… pass on the time… your gift… your ability to see past the edges that others put up to hide behind…

Fear has never entered in to what I write… or who I write to… You are free to share my words with who ever… When I choose to write to a person it will be because I feel a connection to them… A need inside me to do so to make contact… You are free to share as you feel… It is my gift to you… Please share it if you wish to do so… I appreciate your desire to do so… I encourage you to continue… That is your write… In general I have one rule in that regard… witch is you are free to share what ever I write with who ever you wish to… giving credit to the one who wrote it…

Imagination takes us to other places… allows us to be those other then we are… sleep does not rest the mind active with thoughts… sleep rests the limbs… the physical you… the emotional and physical you is alive wandering the knight times aware… active with worry until the light appears on the eastern horizon… Sleep does not cure this weariness… it is endless a part of being who you are… it is the who you are now… it lingers… You can step away for a time and the mind will rest assured that all is well but once you return the burden returns with you… An endless spiral… Solace can be found in prayer… in the confines of the mind… in knowing that the right thing is being done… that peace will come in time… that you are providing a place filled with compassion… as difficult as it may be…

To sleep perchance to dream… to allow the waves of weariness to wash over one… to fall into the depths of wonder that is ones imagination… to awaken in time fully alive… rested and free… to find the peace you search for… and to smile…

When on the other side it is best to do as the other side dictates… The other side of ones own mad nest is a challenging place for the most interesting occurrences happen here on this side that are off ten over looked on the near side of this reality… Such is life in the fast lane… or life in any lane what so ever… A facet of the other side that eludes explanation… well is difficult to explain from the perspective of the near side… Reality is what we are closet to most off ten and being close to reality gives us this comfort area that is knot present in the area that is on the other side of reality… the area of our imagination… A closer look brings us to a place we donut always drop into…

Sparks float from the burning embers… slowly whimsically from the fire they rise… a small light into the darkness… and then they burn out having been removed from the source of the intensity… Sew it is with most… Remove the fire and the embers burn out… Words and music… One inspires another to create words to go along with the tone of them… It rings within and desires a response…

Your imagination takes you… for a ride on the waves of wonder… a single spark illuminated the images and off you went to one side or the other… the road rises the valley calls you and off you race… Does knot matter for the mind is in control and taking you to other places you need to go… sit… relax… let go the conscious mind… a journey of another sort calls to you… a ride to another plain… to another state… to a place off ten wished for and elusive…

Words can comfort… they can reach out across space and wrap themselves about you… they can create a passage from one heart to another… they are the instruments in witch we speak… letter by letter… syllable by Syllable we create a fantasy… a reality… a perspective… we choose each as a means to express what rest within us…

Find rest within the rain drops… find the magic within your being… a single bell tolls… a single voice rises… a single solitary motion alerts you… a gentle touch… a notion to move one way or another… A sense to move or to stay… A real wonder… a created fantasy… a swirling of delight inside you springs forth… I wonder… strikes your mind… it awakens your insight… your curious… your smile… you laugh… you relax… and a sigh fills you… only to escape your lips… The rain falls taking with in drop by drop the other thoughts… the use less ones that occupy so much and give so very little… one drop at a time… bit by bit the smile grows… the laugher increases… a glow begins inside you taking to it more delight and the fantasy of the mind trips… a mind game begins… an exploration of pleasure to find the feelings that vibrate your spine even more now… the words that trip the delights fantastic… the music that soothes the mind… frees the soul to play on dear ones play on… the fire burns within you now a slow fire at first and then over a moment or two into a roaring inferno of wonder… This fore is filled with magic that sparks the mind to wonder… to ask questions… to inquire… to fall in deeper… to search for the mores… to want… to desire… to be inspired for the life that we lead… to look out the door and see knot the rain but the water… to feel knot the cold but the change… to hear the voices that whisper over the ones that shout… to see the colors in the trees… the wonder in another’s heart… one single drop at a time…

Ripples flow out from one single thought… expanding over time covering the entire world… We have created a mutually reality from our dreams… We have dreamed, wished for what we now have… created it from our wishes… and sent those wishes out into the world… A wish has power… it has a force of its own… eventually it finds fertile ground in witch to land and begin to grow… Care filled dreams are needed… to grow a wonder filled garden…

A cold rain filled morning dawns… The silence of the morning adds a bit of wonder… A house filled yet still silent… the beast asleep beside me… gentle yet large they slumber… the day not yet begun they live there days by instinct… we arise… we fall… we stretch our imagination… what of this day?

Lost or found… trapped or free… a beginning or an end… a light or darkness… peace or… Chaos organized mixtures of happenings all at one time… a source of mass confusion… the mind takes in the illusions and alters the path ways to accept what is there and seen… The list grows wider and the mind accepts more and still more until the conscious over loads and lets it all in now to stretch the imagination even further… A single taste conjures up the memory banks… a smell illuminates the past in perfect detail… a song reminds you of some one and the moment is relived in details no picture can… My ear is bent to the wind… whispers find me… they find me…

Fear… an unknown page opens and we back away… uneasy we wonder… we are curious… we step forth… filled with anticipation… difference challenges us to find out… yet out prejudices hold us back from the knowledge… We listen to the words our parents told us… our teachers told us… the words of our religions… our politics… our beliefs and we push aside the other possibilities… a single thought of fear fills us… Find out and you find comfort… ad light and the fear fades… as we shed the light of knowing across any fear it melts away… One never fears what they know… it calls them to act… it calls them to stand up… it calls them to do…

I am unsure what to write… you asked of me to write to some one and I am unsure what words they need to hear… words are my artistry… my passion… my way to traverse the earth each day… Having knot yet met this person I am confused as to the nature of their need… or of mine… interested I am in these thoughts for they are unusual… in the sense that it is my art… and the request for more of it is pleasing…

A smile opens a door way that was closed for a life time… A smile moves across a room to rest within another’s heart… a branch lowered… a single wisp of air… a smile takes your breath away… a smile brings delight… a smile wonders about on the waves of laughter… a smile wanders free and easily… one smile sent creates more… and more… and then more… one smile builds a pyramid on end… from the one many… from the one a deluge of sparks that fly out in all directions at once illuminating a vast area with a delight… This smile opens a doorway… this smile knocks with opportunity… this smile creates a possibility… this smile speaks of hello… this smile trips the imagination to wonder… this smile pushes the mind to the limits of its beliefs and just when you sense that no more can be had it pushes you past that limitation to another set of wonders… I wonder if I can feel more desire… more passion… more lust for each day? Time to find out…

Welcome the day that dawns… Well come the night that falls… well come the cool breeze the gentle rains… the thoughts of anticipation… Well come the chance to strike a chord… to listen to the rhythm… the rhyme the harmonies of nature play out across your mind… One thought… and wings grow… another for flight to take hold… another to soar… another to climb even higher still… one more to coast… to glide on the thermals… a warm embrace… a summers day… a spring morning… a new winters snow… a fall day bright with color… a season for everything… in its turn we fly… in its drift we ebb we flow… we take root… we find the fertile ground that absorbs us… a garden to grow in among the diverse ways we roam… we entwine our lives to spark an imagination… alive our we if we just believe in who we are… for believing is seeing… if one believes they are… they are what they believe themselves to be… Well come the day that dawns so rich with opportunity that you have to push them aside to find the one that trips your imagination… Well come the day that you wade into the waters and sigh for what is there fills you to the limits of your endurance and you want more… Welcome the day when the end is just the beginning… tomorrow is anticipated… and yesterday is seen as a practice run… There is a reason we call today the present… Like any gift it requires one to wrap it and then to give it away to be opened slowly carefully… to explore each layer as if a rose… one petal at a time… Life is a gift… that we share with an entire group of unlike individuals… a diverse meeting of the minds that both shock and delight us… Celebrate the diversity that shimmers inside you and glows with each minute… each hour of the day… There is always more… more desire… more passion… more lust that can be granted into each day… the end is just the beginning… tomorrow is the wonder we plan for today… use it well… this present…

A softer shade of some thing… A change from the colors of nature to an unnatural blending to get that royal sort of shade that demands recognition… Likes tend to sway me… I do what I like… listen to what I like… play with who I like… I guess I am a likable sort of person… One can seize the day… or be seized by the day… One step closer to reality and one step farther away from the unreal… A fork in the road… take it… either way gets you some where and some where is a better place to be then no where… A change of rainbow colors… a sprinkle of delight to illuminate the after noon time spent drifting off… I have to go… I have to go… I have to go…

How we go merrily along is knot as impotent as going… The fact that we are going in that direction and are happy about witch we are involved in is the impotent part… Signs arise and they fall… Wise drums beat… a chilling adventure for anybody to enjoy… The in hens mint is a divergence to a wild side of your being… happiness is the way of the adventurous mind…

Calls go out in the midst of a conversation… The limit… the edge to witch one believes they can stretch until they are pushed past that place… When the time arrives will the voices inside read Joyce? The twisting tongues of one imagination comes to life in the path the words taken within you… I read… I write… Therefore for me I am… knot lost… found a way I have to the other side of my own making a delight shimmer in the glow… The last walks first for they know the way of observation before move mints… The taste sweet to trod on paths left… the right way is the route one takes to get there… all other ways may lead to the same end yet those not taken are not the right way for you… Arriving at where we are is the adventure we have taken and holds all our experiences as tools to witch we can recall for use in the here… the now…

Many times we are the player to be named later… It is part of the deal… Age plays a part in our life… times we are too young…. Times we are too old… and times we are just the perfect age… We can be the player we aspire to be… we can bring what we have learned about life into the realm of our experiences… one needs to believe in themselves… one needs to tap into the magic that rests inside them…

The breaking of the fast concludes with a paste of some thing that will stick to ones ribs all the day… That is a good start… a good place to begin once more… a full warm feeling in side ones middle…

A parent sits and wonders… a parent wants the best… a parent gently nudges them to do as their heart desires… A parent wishes to even out the road on witch they travel… A parent wishes to take away the hills they must climb… a parents wish is that the life they lead will be slightly more then the life they have led… A parent sits and wonders if they are doing what is right by the destiny of the life they have created… A parent wonders if they have carved the right path… A parent wonders if they have taught them to choose well… to manage well… to guide well those they touch… A parent wonders if they will take what they have learned and pass it on to the next generation… A parent wonders as they go into each day what this day will bring for them… A parent wonders all the days of their lives…

On this day… this gift in time… a day of wonder… a day of moods that will swing from one place to another… a day when laughter will mingle with joy… a day when the ocean will wave… the river will stir rapids… a day when a little rain will fall and feed the grounds… a little sun will delight us… a day when harder times will float bye… a day when water will cleanse us… a day when the air we breathe will sweeten and the spice of life will gather about… On this day all that is right with the world is visible and good… on this day all that speaks, speaks with a gentle tone… On this day we can marvel at words and the effects they have on us… On this day we can step back to see the wonder… feel the joy… speak the wonder… This day is a gift of time we are blessed with… I hope we use it well…

A miss… one voice alone in the silence of a room some where… in a some place… over the rainbow… to search is to find what you already had… answers to questions you have asked since birth are within… The who… the what… the how… are inside you… the journey takes you to places that draw that from you… it does have a porpoise… that stays with you and defines who you are… I know because I have done… is power filled… I know because I believe is as power filled… Determined in mind creates the spirit to succeed in spite of what the paper says… in spite of what others believe… One strong belief will move a mountain… one tiny world can be changed by a wish… Imagination stirs the pot and creates the possibilities… One cook can create a feast worthy of such ingredients… A miss may not seem much to you… but it is the spice that inspires me… the salt of my earth… the crisp taste the buds bloom for… A miss… a miss… one miss and all the world fades and I remind you only of what was and not of what can be… I am not often right but I am seldom wrong… life never turns out the way it does in the lyrics of a song…

One gets to miss with silence the power of another’s words… the beauty of their speech… the touch of them upon your ears… their arms about you… their desire… their passion… their love as it rises from the pages and lifts you up… A smile carried across the world… A dream cast before you to slip into…

One gets to miss when they just stop… for the miss will gain momentum… and soon the few words become fewer… and those become fewer and farther between… until there is the silence of knot knowing what to say… one goes from the perfect silence of two people sitting knot having to speak… to two people knot being able to speak…

Captive in the limbo realm… caught between two worlds… wanting all at once to be held tight… all at once to be set free… all at once to be some where with some one who cares deeply… for it to be enough… There is more inside then meets the eye of the be holder… some times the need to be free of thought is greater then the need to think… Some times the need for some one is greater then the some one… and some times the need for no one is magical… Being lost in the between time has led me away… shown me the avenue around witch I can roam… gave me sight to see the effects of my words… and while time says one thing there are other possibilities to discover before… I feel every day what you feel when you donut speak to me… when the void widens… and you push me away… My eternal spirit will rest with you… and stay upon you… the physical me tires… the emotional me is weary from the road I have chosen… A day of rest… is before me and I will embrace it heart and soul…

To day I write to know one… for they know me and I know them… they are the holder of the keys some time for know one is always around and about me… Know one is a creature of the night… of the day time sun… Know one is a gentle soul that takes in all the worries that we may have and places them inside himself… Know one is spoken to when we must speak out loud… when we must get words out to free ourselves… Know one is a creature of magic that sits with us when we brood… when we contemplate… when we roll about in our minds idea after idea… Today these words are for know one…

A journey led me to some place other then I expected… When I was there I was in the moment there but for the most part I was knot in control of my being there… Endlessly the wind changes and I seem to scatter in all directions at once… I have expectations of course and they are dashed… and replaced by other’s that I anticipated for I am a prudent person… I have been told I am easy… I suspect this is true for I seem to be flexible enough to blow in the wind of change and take flight… Enjoy the wind I do for it lifts me a bit higher…

One deletes what one suspects is some thing other then it is… Without knowing who has sent this one will be taken back… placed off guard for they truly miss the point… Since then I have never written to them… for my words are unable to reach out to them…

Silence is a more powerful barrier to words… each has a choice to make… a decision to read or to knot… to open the passage and step inside to explore or to ignore what is written without a touch… So much is written that it is impossible to read it all… yet some never take the time to be adventurous outside their own place… Comfort is a terrible roost… Yet silence is that impenetrable wall that is smooth to the touch… impossible to scale… to go around… to move through… You can hurl all you wish against this wall and nothing will ever come back from it… a frustration of thought… bounced around in your mind… only one way… step back… and find another way… there is a door that opens in that wall… a door that needs to sense the outside world and within that opening you will find an opportunity however small to slip inside… Once inside you have only enough time to say what is in your heart and then to leave…

Left to my own devices… time to create the passageway… to alter the perspective… to tint the windows… to filter out the glare… to rose color the glasses in witch one views the possibilities that spread their wings before you… A giant step back ward… an illusion of motion… a forward step into the abyss of one’s own making… Progression… the ion of progress… A tell tale heart… an action told… a state mint swallowed hole… a vision that disappears into the valley of the lost to never be heard from once more…

The silence of time surrounds me… we spoke and I thought… well I expected some thing… any thing… never mind the truth is I donut deserve what there is… I feel that my need far outweighs the other need… Some times lone some is a far cry… a cry so far away from me that my ears are missing it… I suspect your ears donut hear my words… your eyes weep for you… Alone I sit and wonder… about the time… the day… the travel… the journey that rests before me… Shall I tell you… or shall I let it be… shall I stay or shall I go… I know my dream will never have a reality to go along with it… I know that my heart will remain in pieces… for all time… shattered as it is into the many spaces… this is my life however and while I am ouching I am alive… I will show you the face of this other side of my mad nest and the other side I will keep within me…

To rest perchance to wonder… in the solitary confines of one’s own mind… to set to calm… to adjust the peace that one receives from being centered… What is right is right… what is true is true… what is for one that witch makes them who they are… Two people can think alike yet they are still different… Two can act as one… yet they are still two… Like minds attract one to the other… Opposite thoughts are provoking to some and an interesting side line to another… The weirder the thought the more interesting it becomes on certain levels… While he sleeps couched and wondering… a she sleeps alone and wondering… a thought floats between the two… one is better some times then two but one causes some thing that two does knot… One is a number formed from the combination of two… Who so ever shall knock here shall remain a part of here… who so every touches me shall rest forever with me… the combination of two into one even for a moment in time lasts over life times… they are spiritual and uplifting moments… They linger in ones mind… a field of dreams worth remembering…

There are others wonders we some times miss… for we are too busy with doing what we think we need to do… to imagine… to draw… to paint… to color… to sculpt… to create from nothing some thing… to use our gifts… to explore… to live… They are all wonders we touch upon each day… Are we living today or surviving today? Are we in joy today or are we going through the motions? Wonders never cease to amaze… wonders never limit one… wonders pop up just when we least expect them to… I wonder and they appear… I wander and they follow… I speak and they influence my words… I listen and they spark my ears to hear…

Words flow easy when the object of the words inspires you to write… The artist in you feels the subject a wee bit more… when the muse is in the subject… There are those times for me when the words are not mine… the hands just seem to flow to letters and when it is all said and done I sit back and wonder where those words came from… Inspiration comes from many places… You may find it embarrassing to know that your words inspire me… or that the simple act of a comment has touched me and made me think… and as I sat and wondered I was inspired to write some thing else… and the circle continues… All my life is a circle… I keep getting reminded of that song… and how true it is… how power filled those words are… how we search for things find them… part and reconnect over time… how our lives interconnect with others just when we need them the most and strangely enough just when they need us the most… Where I am on this circle I am unsure… yet I know that I will be around again… until I reach that dead end… at witch point it will knot matter for my life has been the best it could have been… and today I get to create the present… Now I can choose to wrap this present in what ever joy I wish… I have that delight… I can paint it light and fill it with wonders that the eye misses but the heart takes in completely… I can wrap it in light… so that it guides those to it that need to feel comfort… I can wrap it in desire… passion and a bit of inspiration so that any one who touches it feels the need to take on their own creative challenges… I can wrap this present in love so that when it touches another it ignites a response in them… I can do what I wish with this present… and I choose to do what delights me… I am a childish soul… I like to play… to sing… to find the joy of today… a gift… worth savoring…

Notes play in hearts… these notes define a person… they are the tunes that motivate them… A song lingers long and brings to mind other times, places and people… A melody whispers to the unconscious mind… as does the sound of laughter… the sound of smiles… the sound of endless joy…

Mystery surrounds them… or sew it seamed… the illusion was worth the time taken to create it… it made the reality elusive to grasp… it influenced the real world they lived in… Mystery loves the company of others… Soon the world skips a beat as then old song is played scratched and tattered… a new song plays… a different beat and we march to it… or some march to it… others march to their own song… some times we sing alone… some times the songs we sing are songs of our own… some times they are others words mixed in with our melodies… Sometimes we paint the picture that is worth the thousand words and some times we talk the thousand words to create the picture… Life has that 180 degree shift of flexibility within it… A frozen frame of reference for all time… the turn of the dime… a thin ridged circle spins… falls face down… captured in the moment it slips forever recorded… and so it was…

Similar smiles floated about the room… the jest was made apparent and now they had to respond butt how? Apparent to all but themselves they wondered… a child’s wonder… and stepped aback away to see the room in the proper delight… It was amusing… to be here at this time looking out from the opposite side of reality that one normally finds oneself in… a twist of fate brought me here and now apparent to all but me… to me I am still me… what happened?

You slipped away in the early morning hours… a quiet whisper… a gentle kiss and you were gone… I heard the foot steps… the move mint from my presence… I know… It was easier then saying good bye… easier then holding on for one more moment… It was easier to step forth into reality then to remain in the land of the other side… Knot a word need be written… not a word need be spoken… after all that was said know more then silence is appropriate…

So much I wish for… when I remember… sentimental I have become in my years… the ouch still lingers in me… the daily twinge of desire stills haunts my being… I speak to you knot of such things as much as I should… They are senses of another time, another place… Maybe one day more in a future place we will sit over a bottle of some thing or other and talk such wonders… hold onto what you have for it is a precious gift… give not away what you have found for it has taken a life time to find it… Seek what you wish for inside you, for it is there you will find the inner peace to accept who you are… what your gift is…

A govern mental decision made… if it is then it is… therefore it can be done… and if it can be done we shall pay for it to be done… well done… I am exercising my rights tomorrow my lefts and in a few weeks the rest of me will fall away… Lettuce see what that means… are we talking road trip or air voyage? Is this a familiar thing or a giant leap for solidarity? There will be talk…

Difficult in some ways… pleasing to the minds in others… it is however a choice… as are all things we do when we do them… thought is a choice we make… action is a task we take on from the thought or the reaction to another’s action… equal some times… unequal most times… Cultural rebellion has advanced stages… I want my mtv… or just a channel changer… Can we watch some thing else? I am sure I have lost my marbles… Have you seen them? Oh well until the week passes…

A little time to get lost within a ramble… I can be a realist when it comes to my children… I can also be a rather odd parent… that wood be apparent to any that know of me… I have taken those to task that wish to close a door within the mind of a child and steer them toward one way or anther while closing other opportunities to them… There is joy in the eyes of a child… we need to strive to keep that alive for as long as humanly possible… A life time… forever…

All the world is a stage of some sort… some are private and some are public… Your words have meaning because you wrote them and they have value for you… Your porpoise for this journal is what you get from it… knot what others get from reading it… I fell upon your entry and was intrigued by what you wrote… I may return or I may never… two ships passing in the knight… The use of any word has value be it fuck or shit or just the… if it helps use it… and I agree all men are pigs… some are nice pigs butt they are all pigs… Knowing ones own moods by the swing of what one wears and where they leave it means you are aware of where you are and that is positive… of course I am an optimist so I can find positive influences any where at all…

Words tend to flow… they pop in and out… they swirl about me in endless bands of interest… One can read what I write and knot find a strand of reality or a band of truth to any set of words I place before them… In the still nest of the knight when all is gentle and wavering before the sun rises in the eastern sky… a message is transmitted from one soul to another in the veil between dark and light… The image is clear for one split second of time… A duel life time of changes works its magic… I am both a realist and a dreamer… an explorer and a conservative thinker… When in the throes of doubt some thing is better then the no thing… that no thing always seems to get one in more deeper then the some thing else they could have done… To decided one has to have options they can see before them… A race involves at least one… for time is the one element of life we are all racing with… To have time in your arms is a delight filled wonder… To stop time and stay within a moment is another image that transforms reality… One picture takes my breath away and another puts in back… One child was a wonder three are the sources that pull the soul in all directions at one time… I have been lost and found and left for lost in rapid succession… Hiding behind the veil of the sun is the knight in the shadows of the day he sleeps to watch over you when the dark nest once more descends upon the realm of your reality… Aware I am of the others who sit with me… aware I am of the guardian that taps at my shoulder to alter my ego and go another way to find a home… to create a home… to build a home… to be a home… to open my home to those who need the place to stay…

We can all use some one to watch over us… There is comfort in God’s word… in the word of man held to that highest of ideas… A some one to watch over me… a person… a physical some one that I can turn to that will aid me in that wonder… We all wish to feel that comfort of arms wrapped about us… warming us and speaking silently that all is as it should be and that we are safe here in this delight… Brothers in arms… Sisters in thought… a generation together with one thought in mind… A scattered thought of two or three or four or more… Time is a reality of Fate and Destiny… Never enough time to grasp all the possibilities and opportunities when they knock, knock, knock… louder each time…

Each piece of the picture arrives in black and white… a colorless image of what this present is… As we live inside that image we color it with our being… We add the life to it one stroke at a time… one bit of dye here or there and suddenly what was dull shimmers with a new energy that comes from the colors of our world illuminating the colors of another’s world… The mixing of each allows us to discover new delights… new shades of images… As the day lingers into knight we get to hang those images before us and remember this present as a time when we learned to color… when we learned to dance… when we learned to add spice to a moment by the magic of our imagination that added a little more here or there… and when the day turns to the next and a new canvas appears before us we are confident that we can color that one with just as much wonder as we have managed with the ones before…

One step forward… a couple of steps back to observe the effects… What we say strikes a chord if we allow for it… A long time is a minute when one has lost patience and is searching for them… A short time is the time between long times… pleasant times travel quickly while longer times are in between those pleasurable times… What we anticipate is what we get to have… Simple rules are the best and while black and white are not the only colors in the rainbow there is simplicity in seeing the world that way every once in a while…

Placed at a fork in the road two souls decide… one goes to the right and the other left of that right… for a time those paths seem to mimic one another rolling over hills and into trees one close to the other… then as if by magic one is gone… lost in a seconds time to the sight of the other… a silence surrounds you and permeates your words… a longing for some one is heard in your writings in your voice… you call out and there is no answer but you were just there and now you are gone missing… How can one miss place some thing so valuable? A retreat to the outer limits of ones imagination begins to conjure up images best left in the hallows of ones mind… Cast adrift the soul will find a way to the heart… and let them go for it is in the search that they will find what they are looking for… even when they donut realize they have it all along… Some thing is learned and some thing is gained with every step along another path… Some times the thought of good bye is to difficult so one says fare the well… of until we meet once more… or until the Gods deem it reasonable that we should stop long enough to listen… When the forks meet once more at some cross road farther on down the line different persons emerge from the grove exchanging glances… The anticipation of that time having welled up inside both bursts… explodes with emotions… let the knight be and the angel be and all the world stands in the still nest of a moment in time left perfect… what more need to written… spoken or debated… a little time with time is all… a walk about… time to create to play to create a reality…

We talked… we listened and we held one another as close as humanly possible and for that split second in time I was with you… Today my magic rests within your heart… with each breath you take… with each step you move you will feel my presence with you… I will stay with you in the realm of the other side until you sleep… I will walk with you this day and all the days you are away from me until once more you return… In a real sense I am with you always… The distance that time places between us has never faded the spirit… You are the inspiration for my words and while you may go off in another direction or search for some thing more… I am still with you… I am still beside you… I am still inside you… using the magic we share as a means to find you peace… The peace you search for… You are a magical loving creature you deserve the best that living can offer to you… You need only to believe you are worth the time and you are… you are worth every minute, every second, every hour to share…

One day soon after as I laid down stripped of my emotions… physically exhausted from the thoughts that wandered within my mind… I spoke your name out loud and you entered my heart and sat with me… held me close and let me know that it was okay… that night you stayed with me… holding me to you so that I could sleep a perfect sleep… Such a gift I have attempted many times to return… Maybe tonight before you close your eyes you could think of me and my spirit will come to you… to hold you close and cradle you while you sleep that perfect sleep… It is my gift this day to you…

While walking about take time to listen… all that is seen is not heard unless we truly listen for the sounds that are there before us now rises a glimpse of what we miss when we traverse the natural boundaries engulfed in our own minds… A mind field of traps voids barriers to sounds that are filtered out for us as we are absorbed within… Layers upon layers of sounds exist if we open our ears as well as our minds to them… The hidden meaning reveals itself… to the watch full ear…

Time suddenly took me away from the focus of my attention… distraction was the lure that dangled before my eyes… gone in an instant… only to return to the good byes that must come from feeling left… Such is the way here lately as I play at doing what I do… it is work and work is trying… to get in the way of my fun… succeeded it did and so I go off and now when I returned there was silence on the other side of the madness that is my window of opportunity… Caught in the act… pants down… what can one say…

A quest… an adventure into the day… once we roam with the knights we are destined to question the air or are we? To ask is to find out… Curiosity is a sign that you are about to learn… confusion is the first place to start being curious… A choice is a decision to go or to stay… a cross road or fork demands a decision of one becomes stuck in the middle and will be run over by the advancing horde… Anyone who has experienced NYC on a normal business day will know the truth to that… Move or be moved… press on or be pressed on… it is a choice… of course all choices are ours… if we choose to make them ours… A smile last a life time… a hug is remembered for its warmth… a touch across open space is felt in another’s heart long after… Sentiment is what carries one from now to then and back again… It is a choice however to smile and to live…

One gets to have what one creates… what we grant we are blessed with in return… they are equal and opposite distributed in threes… for each good three are returned equal to that one… and so on down the line… One wish granted yields three… one wonder opened yields three more… A very unequal process…

Share what you wish… a single piece is some times worth more then the whole it comes from… One chance is taken… one word exchanged over a space… Time hinders the process… space allows for a restlessness… dreams are what they pretend they are… words are the only means of saying but they are limited… while the heart speaks volumes… what is shared is a glimpse of another’s place in time… What is the dream exactly? What does one wonder about? The quest for a porpoise mostly occupies the mind after a while the time here is limited by our time here… We are products of our own making us limited in view unless we open our minds to the other places in witch the see is not in the sight but in the heart of the matter…

Crisp is the air that brings tidings of the morning… cool to the skin it refreshes the soul as it lulls the earth to sleep… A tree turns… slowly at first and then in rapid succession… We fold our tents… we bring in our hearth… we occupy the mind with the warmth of the fire… a good wine… a meal and a story to read or write… Sentiment creeps in and wonders aloud… A dream is a wish your heart makes… reality is a collective dream…

Another thought sparked my imagination… another wisp of wonder floated past my mind… I wonder if… started to rumble inside me… I wonder if… my words touch you the way they touch me… I wonder if they spark the flame inside you now the way they warm my hands as I write… I wonder if you feel each word as I do when I write to you… I suspect not for it is an addiction for me… and you are much too wonderful to suffer from such an affliction… that is a lot being an inspiration and it does take its toll… time to step back from it all and allow the wonder to walk a bit and time to let the wonder in and to let the wonder know they are what they are and they are appreciated for who they are and loved for who they are… Magic is the blending of wishes to create another wish… and like magic’s spark not only those that use it but those that it touches… and I have been touched by a unique and power filled magic and I will never be the same again…

A word dropped in edge wise and stuck a bit in the door jammed it was with that kind of jam that tastes so sweet… it was worthy of a lick or two or a sampling or as he wood say a smackeral or two for the road was long before me and there are miles to go before I fall to sleep… perchance to dream… and if I dream when I sleep I know it shall be a wondrous dream… all dreams to me are wondrous for my mind holds the images of those I wonder about close and then they talk to me whilst I am away on the other side of my own mad nest walking the other earth in search of a good conversation to start or to stop… to just sit with some one and listen to life pass me by and bye… The word held the door way open jammed with tasty morsels to savor as we spoke on into the day for my night was their day and my day their night and the cycle rolls on some how we manage to know… and when it is time we reach out and touch as we say our fare the wells and until the morrow brings us once more to thee… a wee bit of poetic injustice we practice in our imagination… that word that jammed the door was hello…

Many times we skip off to some place… lost in our own wondering… we drop everything to run and from that we scatter our thoughts… we unleash our minds to investigate the ups the downs the very pinnacle of our being and we feel it in our hearts… We are at last as free as the child within us… I am old and in the way of things… Yet I sense a need to hide away… A long course is taken… one filled with challenges… We need only see them for what they are… The music rings… the imagination runs… and we are free…

Gone for a run in the wilds of my own imagination… I some times wander the high ways the bye ways the avenues of the Americas in search of the past… I find wondrous things back there in the recesses of my imagination that explain very clearly the place I am today… A whole or void exists when we fail to bridge a gap in time… Distance is knot what it seems it is an illusion… for all exists in the same space… in the same time… in the same moment… What is there is here and the reverse is also true… We are not separate we are the same… The one constant thread of humanity…

A share word carries one for a time… a shared emotion carries one to the next… a shared spirit carries one for a life time… You can knot abandon me for I will never abandon you… Even when I am hurt by the slings the arrows of indifference or what I sense to be indifference I will not abandon you… There will be times that I will hide myself from you for the pain is so great… the ouch so big that I am unable to bear it… Tears are shared… tears of joy… tears of a sorrow that express the hurt that is deep inside ones being… I can wipe the tears and I can sit while the joy spreads about you… I am knot alone ever as long as your spirit lives inside me… I share that one nest with you alone… I shall always find a paradise on this earth as long as we share that witch we do…

Freedom is given each day… to be free… to be unchained… unshackled… to be apart from the peace that is within me… I have that freedom and I have that choice… I have that wonder that floats inside me… I am as free as the birds that soar with the winds…

A litany of words placed one after the other… a string of laughter herded in ambiguous directions all at one time in the same instance the sounds filter in tickling ones soul with the music of the night… the day… the delight… In side the mixture spills forth a glow that wanders from one soul to the next infiltrating them with an inspiration to search for the mores of life… A little more desire… a little more lust… a little more passion… a little more of feeling a little better now each day and starting a little bit higher on the morrow’s wing… a higher high to swing from… to glance out from… to be the party of the first part… the words cling to one another and they spread laughter and joy and a sense of belonging to a larger circle of nomads… the creators of small miracles called laughter… smiles appear and they remind once more that there is more to the mixture then meets with the eye…

The door closes on one being… a name is all… I existed here all along… What of this new me that eludes definition? Is it the same nest that it was or a different one that holds a different potential? The remains will be seen over time… An illusion life has become… a high degree of chilling desire has wrapped its grip about me… What was once is forever now… a call… a whisper… a grasp of ones being… the cold does chill to the bone… it does do that… it also reminds one of the change… from life to dormancy… the circle of life completing its turn… the cycle of being going one more around… as there is always room for one more… there is always time for a ride on the wheel… a turn taken… it is time to get off the center and on to the part that turns, turns, turns…

Unique…
I have wandered about recently… and found that I was a bit off my center… I was out there searching for some thing I could never have… a strange search then it was… When one searches most of the time they find they had what they were looking for all along… This was a different sort of wander… one that took me places a sane person avoids… The creation of wonder inside me took me to areas that I was incapable of dwelling… and through it all I insisted I was okay… until I was know longer okay… and then it was too late to do anything butt to stop cold… I am knot unique just different… I am not afraid just cautious… I am knot a lie her just a teller of tales… I am however silent… a shy individual that walks on the edge… The edge of my own making… a ledge that over looks my life times… I am a single solitary soul… that possess a unique spirit… while I am similar to others I am the same as none… the grasp of that makes me unique and unafraid of that revelation… I am never alone if I can dream of some one… Yet there are those that are so very alone… so very much alone…

A rebirth…
One can recreate themselves… they can make themselves better then they are… in the long run the magic that is inside you will come out in some form… when the time is right you will see the light and in that moment what burns inside you will grow… fire not only destroys it rebuilds… floods not only devastate they rearrange the land for better and for the worse… When one recreates they destroy a bit to rearrange a bit and hope fully some good rises out of the dust when it finally settles in…

New name… new game…
The title remains a little bit of difference… while the hour manages to be one of a growing number… The soul is the same only different… the spirit is changed yet similar to what it once was… I was never a wolf… Solo meaning one… solitary… it also is a reference to a character… witch one should be easy to real eyes… the beeker is as you have thought it to be a favorite of mine from Henson land… the combination just came natural to me… It was time to be one solitary form alone but knot quite as alone as I feel some times… The beeker part is the sound of my voice lately… or so it seems to me… The tigger is gone from the face of the earth… He lives on in spirit inside me but his use full nest was created for a singular porpoise and while that purpose existed it was clear what he must do… Now that it has faded well so to must the creation that rose from that… it was time to move on…

Lost…
Can one be lost if no one searches for them? Can one truly be missed if they are gone and no one realizes it at all? Can one be forgotten if when they are gone there present is not noticed? Can one be gone at all if one voice cries out while one hand claps? Can one be so still that they are no longer noticed sitting there in the shadows along the edges of another’s reality? Can one be so silent that eventually they are remembered only as a dream? Can one be as lost as I am and ever find their way back?

I have left my old name… my old place… my old ways… I have taken this record of my accounts with me for safe keeping… I probably should have taken less and severed the ties to the old me much more radically… Some habits that are use filled are worth keeping… and others they are just habits that had their time and their place in my life and now new ones will take their places and I will go on… Some will say I am being selfish they would be correct in their thoughts… I am being that… I am being cold… I am being me… I am giving back what was given to me… and saying no thank you…

That may seem like a strange observation but in truth it is the way in witch I feel… for some time I have felt alone… adrift in my world… I had a piece that made me whole but in the course of making me whole they shattered… and the ouch of that has lingered with me deeply… It took such a long time for me to arrive at a logical conclusion one that seems to make no sense at all and perfect sense… To rebuild a shattered stone one must remove the object from wince it shattered… Makes no sense at all… remove the object from wince it shattered? Takes a bit of time to realize in space… in time… that all things build and rebuild… it is the continuum, the constant of the universe… all things are being built and destroyed continuously… each time gathering to it more or less… a constant form of change is occurring as time moves forward or backward… for all time is relative… What if the object is me? What if I am the object from wince it shattered, what then?

Some how I know that when I do what I must good will come of it eventually… and that eventually is a time that I donut have… nor do I wish for it to be… The peace that make me whole left me some time ago and I drifted in a sea so tossed… I lost me to the waves, the water and the surf… Will they notice me knot there? It has been days and they are unaware of my absence… each day one more slip away… each day one more trial to explore… each day one more journey to take away from the edge… The tigger is gone… never to return butt to one who need only ask…

Comfort…
One finds comfort in the simplest of things… the routine of the day… the ride to and from… the lunch they eat… who they sit with… the settings on the table… the location of their keys… their favorite hat… the whisper of the wind of change… The peanut butter… the jelly… the sand wishes of youth… a simple token of care taken out day after day… A wish… a prayer… a wing… a dove… a hawk… an eagle that is perched on high… Along the way we all find the God we are searching for… we find them in our hearts… if we allow the words to mean anything we accept what is there… and live it within our lives… We may never see the end of days we will however see the end of our days… A singular comfort exists in that knowledge…

I wish…
That all know the wonder of each day as it was meant to be… The struggle for some is in living the life… is in the anger, the fear and the aggression… it is in the darker sides of life that they are most alive… It will take a generation of peace to solve that anger… to solve that fear and to calm the aggression brought on by such a life… I wish for the time… the hours… the minutes… the seconds… in witch these lost souls find their way…

Meaning less…
A lot of dribble I write… I write and I write some more and after a while it does seem like it has less meaning then what I wrote before… then there are those short spurts when all that is written down has a porpoise… the meaning less sensation disappears … the sense that I have written some thing of a small value occurs to me and I wonder usually aloud what it may be… So many are called… so few answer… of those a small number are chosen to go forth with some message… It is disheartening to speak words that no one hears… that most ignore… that even more refuse to grasp as being… The flight of the meaning less… Trapped am I in the cog of the wheel that turns, turns, turns and turns endlessly until the morrow… when I shall pick up my task once more and begin anew day…

Some day all that I have written will find its way to some one else and they will speak with a golden tongue and others will heed these expressions and take them to heart and the world as we know it will change… for change is a good thing… a slow gradual rise out of the ooze that we once were into a higher form of life… It should be easy for us… and yet we struggle to come to grips with ourselves…

Meaning less is the dribble I write… it truly is at times a rambling sentence asking, pleading for some one to notice that it can be better and it should be better… I am off my center in deed and in spirit today… I am in need of a good thrashing but only one has that key and I am sorry to say they are knot about… Part of the void is knowing when to let go… when to release the words… when to hold them… when to slip into the knight… and be silent… a most silent knight that wraps its warmth about you…

The season…
It is the season of the most change… the season where by the earth curls up her toes and goes for a most deserved slumber… The days shrink, the nights lengthen and the cold winds and rain become common once more… It is the time for all hallows eve… a time for thanksgiving and a time to celebrate new life… a new beginning a season of hope… a season of peace… I am an optimist…

Breath…
There are those that take your breath away and those moments that make you breathless… In time we get to know the difference…