Lost With You

Timeless moments spent roaming in search of eternal flames.

Thirsty for the unattainable and aching for the treasures hidden inside the walls.

Breathless and determined we wandered losing ourselves in the maze of life.

This I carry back as I cross over into my universe, my time, my life.

I carry within me the rubble that captured my heart in a city lost with you.

Lost In Translation

The world is a marvel

to cherish, to love.

Its people descendants

of gods all above.

How hard is it really

to reach out a hand?

To comfort the needy

to nourish their land.

Is peace just an imagine

in some off dreamland?

Or will we cross over

revolt and finally disband? 

Crossroad

The button that I pushed,

found its way across to you.

It was simple misdirection,

not pure quantum calculation.

Didn't think about the journey,

nor the stops along each day.

Just kept looking for more buttons,

to keep doors and paths your way.

The conspiracy to journey,

to defy an act of fate,

brought the voyage to an ending,

through a windless sailing state.

So I stopped and took a breather,
at a crossroad found a row.

Felt a loss of something greater,

but knew time had lost its glow.

In Search of a Soul

So here I am ~ alone,

filtering the pieces ~ snipping,

wondering at the shape.

How did the puzzle of my life web out,

to its existing shape?

Where did the fit get forced in,

to create this design?

Was it possible to transform the shapes,

into different patterns ~ to bring an outcome,

that included love, trust, support, and sunshine?

Cutting and reshaping the pieces of my life,

seem a reasonable choice ~ but into what?

Where do I reroute?  Where do I delete?

Where do I add ~ and what shape should it be?

These are the questions left,

the questions left to life.

The Dance of Travel

Took a train-ride into Boston that inspired me to move.

Saw the landscape through the tree-line full of beauty and soft bloom.

Colors rich in reds and yellows, orange browns on green soft hills.

What an eyesight to behold my vision ~ thirsty, hungry for a thrill.

It reminded me that bridges are the crossings of the bold,

always timeless, always reaching through the passage and the old.

Farms and buildings made of bricks laid across the rails unraveled.

And with beauty and cloaked magic made me feel the dance of travel.

Lifeline

Sing a song to me at nighttime

when the moon is full and bright.

Sing of dreams with soft caresses

sing of silks and feathers' flight.

When you finish all your verses

reach and touch my tired shore.

Cause your songs enchant the lifeline

that keeps air inside my core.

Mind Graffiti

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The colors that have splattered are 

the markings of my mind.

They are full of bright sharp edges

with soft circles at each line.

Single letters tell a story

each with bold and curvy strokes.

Sometimes loudly, sometimes softly

but each layered in the mold.

How I wish a pretty picture

could these images portray.

But instead, they are the markings

of a burst of cans array.

Have you ever painted over

walls that never seem to end?

It's impossible to phantom how

graffiti stays on sand.

Behind Every Flag Lies a Borderless Sun

The silly ramblings of a hopeless wanderer!

You are the voice inside my head that I don't know how to let go of.

If I stop carrying you with me everywhere I go ... will you cease to exist or will I?

Knowing that I will never reach you leaves me aching at my core.

My heart feels lost, my mind feels empty ... my spirit broken.

You were the lighthouse, the beam that kept leading me home ... 

Now I carry my home in my shadow  ... 

always close enough to see ... but never able to reach or touch.

Yesterday I thought of you as you can clearly see ...

but thoughts alone don't transform a dream.

Letting go of you is like letting go of me ... what do I do?

You will forever be my curse, my dream, my life ... my loss.

Through Love & Light

Launched ~ February 14, 2013 

Stay Tuned ;-)

Somebody Like You ...

I knew of your importance before I ever knew you.

I felt the loss of not having you before you even appeared.

I ached at not being able to touch you before hearing your voice.

Paralyzed by your image unfolding before me, I froze.

You were never meant to be real.

You were a dance inside my head,  

a fantasy whispering love songs into my soul.

Yet you came!

How could I react to knowing you were real?

To knowing every thought I had you knew ... 

every feeling I felt you felt?

How could I let you in when you were inside me ...

 silent, watching ...

I couldn't cross over to tell you I had been waiting ... 

waiting for you all along.

In the end all I had was fear ...

Fear of not being good enough ...

Fear of not ever knowing how to love ... 

Somebody like you.

Soul's Journey

A tiny beam resides,

encased.

Circling in a sphere,

imprisoned.

Fighting to escape,

energized.

Pushing on all walls,

surrounded.

Aiming for its home,

released.

Elections

Transparency ~ fluid, clear, unattainable.

Democracy ~ failing, festering, sealed.

Both enlightened concepts,

Both fighting darkness to escape,

Both sparking, flickering,

yet never lighting.

Forever trapped in the apathy

of the human mind.

For A Moment In Time

For a moment in time,

I felt the wind beneath my feet.

For a moment in time,

I climbed the hilltops that were steep.

For a moment in time,

I reached the clouds that were so high.

For a moment in time,

I inhaled beauty that did not die.

For years every moment was dedicated to an eternal search for those hypnotic moments in time that left me breathless. Those moments that haunted my every dream, that haunted my every waking hour.

I existed in a world where moments needed to be captured and caged, where moments needed to be totally devoured. Ironically in a twist of fate, time itself began to weigh down those moments to the point of gasping imprisonment. Enslaved by my own thirst of the moment, I struggled to seek an escape.

Finally, the magical power that once existed in the moment with its promise of everlasting euphoria lost its hold over me. For once, time allowed me the gift of breaking away. The chains that bound my hands, my feet, my mind, my soul began to release their hold on me.

Through the whispers of the wind, a sweetness more powerful than any moment in time appeared to me and set me free. Free to appreciate not just a particular moment but 'every' moment time had to offer. Free to feel life's moments caress my skin and cover me with a blanket of their love.

Free to give birth to a flight that through its turmoil decided that chaos should give birth to a tiny, little, lost and weathered pebble ... me.

Lack of Transparency

Lack of transparency is and has always been the culture of all governments throughout the world. Although the degree is debatable, its existence is deeply embedded into every political ideology. This is a fact and cannot be argued. For example, I find it amusing the extent many go to defend that they have freedoms by attempting to rationalize that other Nations have far less and we should feel fortunate to live here in the United States. It is sad that we as a people allow apathy to lesson our expectations of our government. Right now with all eyes on Washington DC corruption festers with each decision and indecision being made because ultimately; transparency does not exist.

Without full transparency, Democracy is just another word for tyranny.

Melting Borders

The measure of a man/woman is what he does with power ~ Plato As I attempt to cultivate my cosmopolitan moral and socio-political philosophy, I find myself studying behavioral patterns of existing power balancers and shifters more and more. Although volatile at times in numerous regions, the quest for stability in order to maintain the status quo within certain power states while allowing weaker systems to fracture has always intrigued me. I especially find the fear factor thrown into the mix by strong leaders the most relevant of all measures in the social phenomena. It seems 'power' continues to be engraved in the core of the human psyche. Given the advancement of technology the animal within humankind still wins every time. For me, global stability will only come from collective security. This would mean power would have to be distributed equally and not hoarded amongst the few. Will this ever occur? Will our state of existence ever evolve? Most likely not given the world stage at this moment but it is an interesting concept. An enlightened society has a way of not only breaking down walls but ultimately melting borders.

How?

How can I put each day aside, letting it fade into the past

erasing all images, I have stored in my heart of you?

Is life so shallow that our existence consists of only what we touch?

And, if when we remember, does it have to be like a dream

or a fantasy we are not sure we even experienced?

How can I bring back what I once felt, what I once loved?

How can I bring back the stars that seemed to touch my fingertips,

the moon that brightened even the darkest of all of my nights?

How can I bring back the light that entered my being,

how, when I do not even have you?

Note: Just sharing a piece of writing I once wrote.

If Honesty Was Made Into Law

There are many laws today that concern us. But, out of these laws someone forgot to add the importance of honesty into the mix. If a law could be made to make people have to be honest, life would be so much different.

Imagine going to the supermarket and buying a pound of meat. Today when we go it looks pink and juicy. But, if honesty was a law, the markets could not plump up the meat with water and add additives for color. They would also not be able to include those soaked strips of paper that add at least two ounces to its weight. Just think how nice it would be to take home that 1/2 a pound of brown paper thin piece of meat to place on your grill. At least, you could eat it proudly knowing that it came to you with total honesty.

How about the police that stop you for a speeding ticket? Can you imagine how nice it would be if while driving down a highway there were bright signs that tell you to lower your speed. Instead, they are added to a sign saying, "Thank You for Visiting Us," while a tree hides a small inconspicuous 45 MPH sign way down to your far right by a ditch.

If honesty was made into law our economy would not only boom once again but be totally sustained by its new and ever growing prisons! ;-)

Still Looking For The Perfect Hero

I seem to have entered into a blogger's black hole. Words escape me as I keep pushing on my quest for finding the selfless human hero that would surpass the attributes of a firefighter. Sort of stuck! Every door I look through seems to have an underlying / hidden agenda.

Always remember that in life you can measure a person's backbone by how upright they stand when running as well as the direction of their path.

The Personal Qualities and Attributes of a Firefighter Beat the Politician's Mindset Hands Down

Have you ever thought seriously about the personal characteristics of the firefighter? I have -> over & over :)

How many politicians would go blindly into a building to save a life? Can't say any come to mind can you?

The firefighter not only believes in but respects the diversity that makes us a civilization. So much so that they offer their life to uphold these values.

I myself am far from perfection. As far as character flaws go, I run the full spectrum of the rainbow. Yet, I know that when it comes down to it the firefighter, a total stranger will give up their life fighting any obstacle to protect mine. It never ever gets more personal than that. The political mindset on the other hand will not only leave me to perish but refer to my demise after the fact, as collateral damage.

How sad that our political leaders lack the ethical approach to protecting the life of others that is innate in firefighters. When we as citizens demand more from those serving us they might just amuse us and draft a bill. Anyone in the mood for some pork ? ;)

You guessed it! Today was a plug for the most committed and selfless hero out there: the firefighter.

My way of saying yes: I noticed you.

The People's Attraction To Their Political Leaders

Seems like a fitting month to discuss the charismatic lure political leaders have over their subjects -- >

I have always wondered what the single most critical factor is when a citizen picks their political leader. After all, for all those that go to the polls, there must be something that does indeed lock their vote well enough in one direction for them to vote. What might that something be? My guess: charisma.

The charismatic leader gives off a sense of security to all who wish to be under their leadership. They are the equivalent of a Santa, Rambo, and Papa Smurf all rolled into one. This leader offers to give without taking while crushing anything and anyone that comes in the way of the village. At least this seems to be the essence of what the political charisma gives off. Seen in another way however, the charismatic leader is selling life, and a long and secure life seems to be able to put anyone under its magical spell. Still, as time passes and the charismatic spell wears off, we tend to be left with little more than minor disturbances to the status quo.

Overall, I find that Political charm is a bit like Valentine's Day. If done just right you can get a bit of mileage out the sweet delicious chocolate bon bons. Ultimately though, there is bound to be a crash and the elation of the moment fades. Stuck in such predicaments, people gripe and moan, no amount of regret will take back their votes.

Anyway, next time a politician tries to charm his or her way with your vote take out the fan and blow away the smoke. Hot air out of the picture, you might just find nothing left to distract you.