hope comes on the
rays of sun
and the small chiming
sounds of voices
try as they may
to pull back Winter
and hail forth Spring

to regret any words
is to take back what
I am becoming...

for I am a
bolder in
constant motion
constant momentum
and I cannot
backup this
hill of life
but only roll
forward,
for there is this
thing called gravity
and it is life

A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul."

~ Soren Kierkegaard

Each day -
an eternity -
for time is
measured
in short strides,
in long strides,
and yet
suddenly
we are
standing
on the footsteps
of tomorrow
and wonder
what happened
to eternity

a graduation speech that made me think...

A love-letter from French Beach

Nain Nomez ~ a line from one of his poems

"In the shade of the trees we jump with a few shreds of childhood hanging from our pants, which are getting shorter on us."

something someone sent me...

Life is too short to wake up with regrets..
So love the people who treat you right.
Love the ones who don't just because you can..
Believe everything happens for a reason.
If you get a second chance , grab it with both hands.
If it changes your life , let it.
Kiss slowly.
Forgive quickly.
God never said life would be easy.
He just promised it would be worth it.

The two clash...

monstrous desires
that charge one another
across the grassy knoll
of the battlefield within

the one, to be rooted
within the earth of my soul,
the other, to be gone
on the wind.

battle they must...

visit nutcracker hill
and meet the mad man on display
he's all wound up, he has no clock
will explode, and be on his way

Come visit the willy nilly nunnery
where some women have set up vacancy
the frog they fried, we don't know why
and all have filed for mental bankruptcy