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Distant whispers
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Dec 6, 2007 10:32 am
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Looked back to see my wake, fog covered the horizon, land unseen, but I knew it to be there.
My compass read 220 south by south east. The time was right. Within 5 min. I’d hit shore close to the inlet. Slowing, searching into the limitless grey, tricks played havoc with my vision. Wind shield coated with mist and sea spray, my cool smooth skin sweat soaked and tensed, the motor droned low as intense focus stretched my imagination.
The cold winter like air filled my lungs as my eyes opened to see the edge of my bed. Looking around I found my room as it was the day before. Sitting up, nothing had changed, alone I wait.
The phone rings in a distant whisper, voices activate my arousal as I climb the wooden stair case. I squint my eyes as I strain to hear, yet only my foot steps can be heard. She awaits.
The bathroom is clear, the bedroom is calm. Light smashes through the open drapes like wine sloshed over an empty tumbler. Her hair flows like the breeze as it entices me toward her being. Soft and silky is her smooth skin as her smile turns to warmth from within. She’s leaving
I clear my throat and ask if she’s alright. She stands and walks away, over her shoulder she sighs, then laughs, and continues on. She’s gone
Reading the letter again and again, seeing her face in every mode, knowing I love her.
Reaching the window, pressing the case, opening the burden, casting my fate.
When will it ever be ok?
Kisses and licks open my eyes as my dog wakes me from myself. I breath in deep, look around, come
on girl lets go home. It's over
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Watering eyes
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Dec 6, 2007 4:57 am
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Sitting on the shore, as I await the sun’s arrival, looking into the darkness as I hear the ocean’s waves.
My body shutters as the cold December breeze nips at my ears. The rocks I sit on are cold, my sweat shirt provides less warmth then I thought it would, but in a while I know I’ll gain accustom to the temperature and I’ll be ok. The waves seem to hum to a rhythm of a heart beat, nearly the same yet with highs and lulls that let me know that nothing is the same. As I search the sky line my eyes water
from the cold. There is ice on the breakers, and snow on the horizon, only a lone seagull dares to join me this morning. The deep red and amber colors start to spread out in the eastern sky. And in this moment I feel the heat of life itself, as it touches my heart, and brings to me so many memories of past triumphs. I stand gazing into the sun, wishing you were here, beside me. Feeling my heat, and knowing
my passion. My chest pounds as the sun shines upon my face, the waves cover my feet with ice water that washes quickly over and back to it’s own body. Energizing me with the thrill of the winter sea.
Smiling I walk to the banks of shore line that represent solitude. I feel the power of your pull, and hear the song in your heart, although thrown to the curb, and untrusting, I hold out my hand, not knowing, yet understanding. Truth lays it’s path before us, and as we are lead toward tomorrow wisdom sheds traces of joy, and promise, because some things are what they are, beautiful.
Part of my memories wedge themselves deep within my soul, and as I climb back into the workday
another lost opportunity another missed call, I smile, shake my head and fight back the tears of the holiday season.
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Summers End
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Dec 5, 2007 7:27 am
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New England sleeps as the snow falls deep
Boats all put away
I walk the path, and wear a hat
Gloves fight the bite of cold
Churches light
as they invite
But stone rarely keeps you warm
Ears ring with winters sting
Yes, it’s Christmas time once more
We laugh and sing
Maybe hum the tunes
Let nothing you dismay
Through it all when whispers end
and life sinks in
Tears pave the way toward new friends
Reaching out, holding on
Waiting, impatiently.
I feel the cold of the winters wind
Dream in color, of summers end
While smiling into the sun
Another rest for me, Newport Rhode Island. I walked the streets, talked with the locals and gazed in
wonder at the mansions seldom lived in. It snowed on Sunday, and that brought me into the charm of
the holiday. The water always makes me feel alive, and I spent some time gazing into the distance. I
completed the cliff walk on a grey day, and shot some photos.
All the while thinking ahead.
The distance of least resistance is never a straight path.
What brought me here is gone, thinking out loud now. Where should I be, I question myself once
more. Reflections from the pool of life, portrayed as if I were always right, I shake my head as tears
subside, knowing just how fragile, this life.
Echos of a distant pull, steer me toward another door, hold my breath say my prayers, seeking
happiness and so much more.
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On any given day
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Nov 30, 2007 4:32 am
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On any given day:
I gaze into the photo I see of you, and I wonder how you would whisper. The sounds of your different laughs would be a sign of your mood, as well as you need to be held. I trace my finger tips across the rocks as I make my way over the flood wall of your core, knowing it takes time to enter the gates of your defenses of trust. Yet as I smile you take my hand, and together we embrace another day. Isn’t that what we do here? We long to love and be loved, not as we are, but how we would.
Your eyes ask me many questions, your photo, seeks my approach. Your questions blur the rays of sunlight that seep into my core. I feel your warmth and know that you understand so much more then other people give you credit for. And then reality strikes. Distance, and the reality of not really knowing you at all. I only know what it is you post, and how you portray yourself in this virtual tube.
Then I look toward the photo-less bloggers who wish only to pen the feelings of ghostlike angels, watching from the woods, always knowing. I read and wonder, and post my own feelings, always wishing I knew more, or had longer.
The distance between is never a straight line, just as written words could never replace your caress.
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things to do
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Nov 29, 2007 10:01 am
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Bell rings, eyes open, stand up, get dressed, shades drawn
life begins!
Started the car, cold,
watched my breath, warm
huddled in, herded through
punched the clock
things to do.
Want more
savings slow
creative ideas
stop, go!
Is it really zero out in space?
Cuz it’s been a long long time, I’m not the man I thought at all.
Images hold me, just outside
A Drift in memories that float past my ever unfocused mind
remembering other times almost on a parallel time line
not mine
tears dried
bell rings
it’s time
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What’s the cost of love?
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Nov 28, 2007 8:04 am
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The wind took my hand and lead me into the distance between
The ocean holds my heart, yet cold is the sea
Leaves slowly drift through the air on this sunny autumn day
I live as I breath, awaiting everything I see.
The windows were open as the frost pressed past my shade
The comfort of warmth escaping me
Wishing you were here, wanting so much to start
Life drags me toward a new horizon, alone, apart
Smiles confuse the intent
Kindness mistaken for love
Working on prosperity
What’s the cost of love?
The sunrise warms my tastebud’s
The scent of all I see
Shake my head and smile now
premonitions of what’s to be.
The Christmas season brings gifts from afar as it hurls itself into sight.
The bell ringing suitors, and artificial trees all out of storage, now in front to see.
I marvel at the electronics, and smile as a child, all the while knowing, it’s just their other job
Rain deer make me happy, how could they not
Packages and presents, snowball fights
Children’s wishes
Dreams through all time.
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Without
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Nov 27, 2007 5:23 am
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The days without, have lingered for too long now.
The sun glistens your shivers as the breeze flutters my heart.
For it was your image that holds me, from falling apart
Beach sand smooth, and rippling wakes
Dreams forgotten, yet never escape
Tracing your lips, with rough finger tips
I shiver and shake, as I realize my fate
I’ve been, and seen
Waited too long
Wanted a kiss
That would last
Life long
Love isn’t temporary
Memories don’t dissolve
Love stays forever
Locked in my heart
I wash my face with splashes of life
Dry off the romance without being right
walk to the alter, gaze at the sky
see shadows of the others, all that have died.
Tears pull my skin inward
Soften my heart
Thinking of you
I make a new start
Tracing your lips, with rough finger tips
I shiver and shake, as I realize my fate
I touch your skin, and caress your breath
Holding your virtue as no one every could.
The shore line fades
To traces of grey
We linger in laughter
Missing the day
Lasting impressions
Thoughts that elude
Affectionate emotions
Deep are the fears
Physical encounters
with life long appeal
Ready now, as the waves crest their peak
Interlacing our beings as we out stride what we seek
Knowing feelings missed for too long
We hold back nothing
Stopping tears that were drawn.
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Simply smile
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Nov 26, 2007 11:30 am
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The thanks giving prayer was whispered among us
The food was slowly devoured
The memories of happiness flashed before us
as we held our finest hour.
Friday came, and then was gone
Saturday forgotten, like an old sad song
Sundays cheers
echo on
Sky was clear, with air so crisp
I praised the lord
for life, and bliss
I found my smile
and that certain nitch
hiked the mountain
climbed the cliff
gazed at the wonder
of all of this
Fell to sleep, warm inside
knowing there’s more to life.
Sometimes you just need to walk the hills, look away and gaze at the moon. Then it strikes you, that there is so much more. And you simply smile and step out of your own shit, to offer a smile, and a nod to those less in touch than you.
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Love is blind
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Nov 21, 2007 3:48 pm
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We talked for hours
I held her hand
I wanted nothing
but to understand
he came at night
as nothing happened
in his wake
affects she feels
she’ll never wake
it’s time she heals
She’s thankful though
always slight
he’s the man
and always right
Walk away, take your stuff, you owe him nothing, you’ve had enough.
She agrees with me, turns to go.
Then tears fall, and her whole world slows
He’ll be good
it’s ok
he’ll love me
some day
I look at my watch
I don’t have time
I’d drop kick the sucker
then drop a dime.
I guess it’s true
love is blind.
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Start again
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Nov 21, 2007 1:42 pm
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Sitting in work, long after I should.
No one here at this time, but no where to go.
The holiday isn’t well received from me I guess
No one near, no place to go.
I’ll eat a frozen dinner
but I’ll have no pie or cake
walk my 5 miles
feel the cold, and shake
Friday will find me lost and confused
No work to go to, nothing much to do
I wonder if
and wonder when
I turn to speak
but then again
it never works
I give too much
then I’m lost again
It’s all good at first
smiles and new
then you get tired
and want brand new
I’m left again
left behind
Try to catch up
to ease my mind
Give away all I have
take it all
it’s really to sad
I’ll start again
go over the same ground
smile and say, fantastic, real loud
we’ll dine and chat
this and that
I would love to stay
but not just one time
I’m past all that
I’m not so blind
I need someone
who see’s all that
And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make.
And everything is right, till it’s gone.
Pass the pees
life goes on.
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