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Sping is on its way!
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Mar 16, 2012 4:05 am
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It won't be long till the green is back.
The sea will warm and the fish will bite.
The sun shine will tan my skin as I spent more time out doors.
Last night I heard the peepers from the marsh. Thats the first sign of spring for me. My boats still wrapped but my reels are getting tuned. I walked 3 miles along the shore last night. I smelled the salt and felt the breeze as if I were at one with the sound of the waves as they lulled the soft beach sand. And I smile. Knowing it won't be long!
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Summer Days
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Mar 6, 2012 3:50 am
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Down to my last drop of fuel. Energized with prickly heat from fear of loss, I've made it through the worst of times. And with the sun's warmth and a little luck, I'll manage to overcoming what ever obstacles part my soul. On to that summers day, the one that never fades away.
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Taking Flight
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Feb 29, 2012 11:04 am
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Distant lights reflected across the bay as the water held not a ripple today.
I drove through the darkest dawn thinking of you as I past over the cauze-way bridge entering the mainland. With summer thoughts I wished you knew, and without the doubts of what to do, I found my stride and pushed on through, the darkest of dawns to get to you.
E-mails, and web-sites, sent and received, folders of nothing, promises to be. I found your image, felt your words, closed my eyes and sighed in belief. Distance can be bridged, when there is the need, hands held, and god speed.
Light of day, dusk of dawn, grey passages, number of days gone. And the calendar reflects all the X’s of days. Waiting, as the slow crawl of time begins taking our youth, never kind, hanging on, with hope in mind.
I wonder of work, shall I stay or will I go?
And of Love, where will it find me?
And of Life, the adventure begins!
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Lonly Hearts
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Feb 22, 2012 6:37 am
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It's been a mild winter, but winter just the same.
I did some spring cleaning last weekend. Packed the dumpster.
I think we all smile at the thought of spring. New beginnings and all that.
In a transition as to where I'll live, and what to do. Work is always in the foreground of my thoughts, as the need for money is never quenched.
Things in order, places listed, wishing for the comfort zone that is always lifted.
Coffee fills my senses as I wander into my dream. Mornings of caressing sunshine mixed with the shades of summer's green.
Soon the holding pattern I'm on will lift, and I'll be headed on.
I thought of that this morning, just what’s keeping me?
Have you thought of that? Have you wondered where to go?
What you would do, where you'd be, when you'd only see people you didn’t know?
The time passes and then your flight departs, here for a while, and in a moment gone.
Love and lust, kisses and hugs, endless tomorrows, dust to dust.
I hold out my hand, awaiting the start. Knowing it's late in the game of lonely hearts.
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Doing What We Do
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Jan 17, 2012 11:08 am
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When asked: “What do you do” Well, what I do is an interesting concept.
My present position is that of a Manufacturing Engineer. That's just a title. I work in a factory. That’s the short version.
Here's the longer story:
At this job, that I currently have,
I was hired as a designer, for new products. (Solenoid valves) and moved into a design engineers position. Then I was moved to the manufacturing dept. as a tool designer. Then I was put in charge of a waste water treatment system, and a Passivation Department. So, then they made me responsible for all the environmental procedures. And with that came Health and Safety. But at any time I could be working on creating/designing fixtures or products. It’s a busy day, filled with different things every min. Meetings, lots of meetings, but mostly I’m just an answer man. I know a lot about stuff that most people have to look up. I just kind-a have the answer off the top of my head. I don’t work weekends, and I have 25 paid vacation days off a year, 10 paid holidays and 3 personal days! (I never get sick but I have sick days too) So, when you ask, what do you do? I smile to my self and think about fishing. I love the water, and everything about the ocean. I love to fish! And take photographs. That’s what I do best. That, and boat. I have a 23 foot hydra sports. Walk around, hard top, 250 e-tec, 150 gal gas tank. Bought it new in 2005. I keep it on a mooring in a small cove. The cove is at the mouth of the CT river, so in a few mins. I’m in long island sound. 45 mins to long island, NY. 45 mins. to Rhode Island, and 1 ½ hours to the block. Pretty sweet. Once you get out on the water and you pass through Plum Gut it’s truly amazing. You just can’t stop smiling! A summer day, and a calm sea, and it’s an adventure that takes you by the heart and never lets you forget that you’re alive!
I live two blocks from the water in a small 3 bedroom cape. I rent from a lady that owns the house, she moved in with her boy friend who owns his own house, and now she’s going to rent out a room in the top floor here. I have my own bathroom, washer dryer, and bed room. I share the kitchen and living room and basement. I’m hardly ever home. It’s always clean and neat and organized. At this point it’s the best place in the world for me. I’m 5 mins, from my boat and ½ mile from my time share. I use the resort (time share) a couple of times a week, but never actually stay there. No reason too, I live down the street!
I think about pictures, that they tell the world what I see and vision. I am passionate about life, and most of my activities. It’s all good, even the adversity. I don’t have much money, but I’ve never been bankrupt. I get by, sometimes I wonder how? It’s strange how everyone is connected, and yet no matter what, we all feel the same emotions as we go through life, doing what we do.
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Summer Dreams
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Jan 11, 2012 6:38 am
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The full moon filled the sky as the dusk faded dark.
It's January now, winter on the march.
I long for the summer warmth
I ache for the scent
All I have is memories
And photographs I've sent
The butterflies floated over the flowers, on the banks of the inner cove. Beautiful colors and omens of good fortune, or so I am told. They light upon my shoulders and breathe in my salty scent. In summer warmth everything comes easily to me, I feel the suns full strength. I’m a Leo, and true to my sign. I love the scent of sun-baked driftwood, and warm suntan oils, as it mixes with colors of long stemmed wild flowers dancing in the breeze. When the sky is clear, and the sea is calm, I could drift for years and years.
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OPEN AIR
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Jan 9, 2012 11:06 am
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Wanted to share this day with you.
Sorry I didn't have time to write today.
Maybe tomorrow?
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My Walk
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Jan 6, 2012 11:04 am
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I walked to the edge of the path, looking over the sea. I felt the calm of tranquility.
The soft flowing tide had slackened, and the breaker held the sound. I wished you could feel just what I see, while taking in the sounds. People seldom come to the beach once we pass labor day, but me, I don't like the crowds, so the water pulls me near. I think of tomorrow, and the summer to come. I wonder if, and plan some. I see the picnic tables, but never eat. I smell the scent of the salt, with the cloudless azure sky, smile a little before I close my eyes. My walk takes me past a pavilion made of field stone, and under an enchanting foot bridge while weaving a crooked path, empting upon a soft sand beach, where sea-gulls make their home. The waters are rocky and boaters distant no matter the time of year. It's fun to swim out over your head in water that is so clear. Find a rock, your own little island, and watch the tide from there.
The printer jammed and the paper ripped, I've been day dreaming again. Wish you were here, to see where I've been, and see the things I hear.
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THE COLD WIND BLOWS
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Jan 5, 2012 6:35 am
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5TH of the month
Plans?
Maybe in April, could be May?
Plan a trip, or a get-a-way.
The masts were lowered, plastered with shrink wrap and tape.
Cold winds blowing with winter at the gate.
We could huddle below, and cuddle and kiss.
Dream of tomorrow, and forget about this.
But, the cold shivered my bones as the wind bit at my skin. Alone, I am, as reality sets in. I realize I’m confusing where I'm going, with just where I've been.
Is it fear of commitment or fear of rejection, once someone's let in?
And I went to the wake, many people came, I'd never even met him, yet he was my age.
Thousands came on that dark cold night. He looked good in the box, like he’d be alright.
And the line was filled with tears, sobs and the like. I nodded to some and said my good night. Driving home I started to think of my own life. You know the drill, how much longer, where should I be, how much I miss a wife. And in the darkness I added my friends, not so many, and few would know. What ever happened if I were to pass. With all good intentions. I wrote to my siblings, tried to connect. Everyone is so busy, no replies yet.
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Night of Darkness
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Dec 28, 2011 6:33 am
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The sky was black, void of anything, and as the wind pushed my car side to side I held the wheel tighter with both hands as my head lights pierced the night. The high-way slowed as greasy wet rain was driven by the wind pelting my windshield as it restricted my view even more. And I remembered the night I had prayed for help, a long time ago.
It had been a hot summer day, and I had ridden my bicycle about 30 miles. Three towns away and I had stayed too long. As night fell I started my journey back home. I had yet to pass the reservoirs that separated the hills from the flat fields, so I knew I had a long way to go. The road was mostly forest, dense and lonely with a canopy of thick vines. It was so dark that I kept riding my bike off the road and into the brush. Soon I was lost in the forest without a clue as to which way to go. When I made it back to the road still not knowing where I was, I got down on my knees and prayed for guidance. Tears ran down my cheeks as no cars and no one had come by since the dusk had changed to darkness.
I awoke, in my bed, thinking I had been dreaming. My legs were scratched up from the pickers’ in the brush, and my bicycle was on my porch. As if I had a black out I still don’t know how I got home, or how long it had taken.
Back to the now:
I smiled as the rain slowed and the wind subsided. It was still dark as a crypt, but I made it back to my home. I thanked god that I hadn’t had an accident, and as I exhaled slowly I thought of you! And of the distance, and that nothing is impossible! And I smiled.
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