Sitting in that red chair
Shoulders relax,
A slight lean in and exhale,
And a smile--her eyes.
I dive in...deep
And hope to stay forever.
Dance Like No One is Watching... Hmmmm
6 years ago
Sundown in Swaziland
Ludlati says goodbye
Bomake, wave, smile, and thank us
But they are the ones. They are, indeed, the ones.
Dirt road, 4 months dry, kicks up dust but merely shades
The children growing smaller in my rear view.
Time and time zones cannot lessen the joy I feel
That I know them and they know me.
Ludlati says goodbye
Bomake, wave, smile, and thank us
But they are the ones. They are, indeed, the ones.
Dirt road, 4 months dry, kicks up dust but merely shades
The children growing smaller in my rear view.
Time and time zones cannot lessen the joy I feel
That I know them and they know me.
Be Brave
I saw a movie
That made wonder if I was brave at all.
To be brave you must step out
And take a risk.
All it takes is 20 seconds—
20 seconds of not caring what
Everyone thinks.
You want to?
You must.
You will
Be brave, today!
Wasted
It’s terrible what we do.
Everyone just wastes too much.
If we had what we had
Then we wouldn’t need so much.
According to the experts
It might all be dying
It’s up to you to save its life.
Hungry?
You have just got to read this book.
What? You won’t even take a look?
Do you know what you’re missing?
Everyone’s read it; you think we’re just messing
Around with you?
It’s not just one book, but two…
No, wait it’s three.
If you’d read it, you would see.
It’s got adventure, love, war, and peace.
Once you read the first, you’ll be hooked and need
To read the rest.
This type of hunger is the best.
Just Do it!
You want it, you need it;
Like honey for Poo Bear;
You could do, you should do;
Like a kid with a candy-stare;
It’s better—it’s best;
Just do it like all the rest.
I saw a movie
That made wonder if I was brave at all.
To be brave you must step out
And take a risk.
All it takes is 20 seconds—
20 seconds of not caring what
Everyone thinks.
You want to?
You must.
You will
Be brave, today!
Wasted
It’s terrible what we do.
Everyone just wastes too much.
If we had what we had
Then we wouldn’t need so much.
According to the experts
It might all be dying
It’s up to you to save its life.
Hungry?
You have just got to read this book.
What? You won’t even take a look?
Do you know what you’re missing?
Everyone’s read it; you think we’re just messing
Around with you?
It’s not just one book, but two…
No, wait it’s three.
If you’d read it, you would see.
It’s got adventure, love, war, and peace.
Once you read the first, you’ll be hooked and need
To read the rest.
This type of hunger is the best.
Just Do it!
You want it, you need it;
Like honey for Poo Bear;
You could do, you should do;
Like a kid with a candy-stare;
It’s better—it’s best;
Just do it like all the rest.
#1
I am my best friend
And that’s not saying much at all
Because sometimes
I’m no kind of friend at all.
You see, I see all that is me
Except what might not be real at all:
A perception, a concoction, a possible reaction
Of my emotional imbalance.
I’d like to think that I could make a better go at this
Thing we call friendship.
But, you see that I’m no good for you
If I’m no good for me.
#2
You showed up, walked by
Teased me, and tantalized
Dropping all of my defenses
Making all kind of sense
Holding hands
Spooning hearts
The gentle caress
And the breath
But when it’s safe
You left.
#3
How dare you speak up or even presume to think
That you are right about any of this.
You with your privilege and perspective
Been so blessed and blinded
If perhaps you wore my shoes!
Or perhaps if I were you…
Would you be saying
What I’m saying, and
How much am I like you?
#4
I am the hope of my grandfather
Who tugged and toiled at the
Back-breaking soil trying to build
A life out of a sow and a song.
I am the efforts of my father
Who was challenged to channel
Something meaningful for this
Crazy River
I am the delight of my mother
Who try as she might can see
No wrong in all that I’ve done
I am the lover of my children’s mother
Who knows that no romance can out dance
The synchronous rhythm of our souls
I am the father of my hopes and dreams
And wishes and schemes
And as you live I will not die.
#5
Complacence has no place
In a world where actions speak the future.
Apathy is not for me.
Because if it is true
You will never develop
But rather be enveloped
In an envelope
Of no hope.
I am my best friend
And that’s not saying much at all
Because sometimes
I’m no kind of friend at all.
You see, I see all that is me
Except what might not be real at all:
A perception, a concoction, a possible reaction
Of my emotional imbalance.
I’d like to think that I could make a better go at this
Thing we call friendship.
But, you see that I’m no good for you
If I’m no good for me.
#2
You showed up, walked by
Teased me, and tantalized
Dropping all of my defenses
Making all kind of sense
Holding hands
Spooning hearts
The gentle caress
And the breath
But when it’s safe
You left.
#3
How dare you speak up or even presume to think
That you are right about any of this.
You with your privilege and perspective
Been so blessed and blinded
If perhaps you wore my shoes!
Or perhaps if I were you…
Would you be saying
What I’m saying, and
How much am I like you?
#4
I am the hope of my grandfather
Who tugged and toiled at the
Back-breaking soil trying to build
A life out of a sow and a song.
I am the efforts of my father
Who was challenged to channel
Something meaningful for this
Crazy River
I am the delight of my mother
Who try as she might can see
No wrong in all that I’ve done
I am the lover of my children’s mother
Who knows that no romance can out dance
The synchronous rhythm of our souls
I am the father of my hopes and dreams
And wishes and schemes
And as you live I will not die.
#5
Complacence has no place
In a world where actions speak the future.
Apathy is not for me.
Because if it is true
You will never develop
But rather be enveloped
In an envelope
Of no hope.
Two threads pulled not so gently
From both ends of my patriarchal weave
First--tentative, then cautious, and now rushing;
Has taught me more than I had hoped;
Has taught me more than I had wanted.
Second--there’s something there that I don’t know,
And yet we are certainly and uniquely bound.
We are even another chance for something.
I will be spent;
Reweaved;
Recognizable by you
And in you.
From both ends of my patriarchal weave
First--tentative, then cautious, and now rushing;
Has taught me more than I had hoped;
Has taught me more than I had wanted.
Second--there’s something there that I don’t know,
And yet we are certainly and uniquely bound.
We are even another chance for something.
I will be spent;
Reweaved;
Recognizable by you
And in you.
Burden me your charge--
Your lips sewn on my mouth.
I argue and struggle for balance,
then concede with caveat.
I stand and deliver,
And only then you retreive
it like a stolen flag.
I'm left naked and alone.
Your lips sewn on my mouth.
I argue and struggle for balance,
then concede with caveat.
I stand and deliver,
And only then you retreive
it like a stolen flag.
I'm left naked and alone.
In the coming years, I hope
That my children begin to feel
The way I feel when I think of you;
That they begin to see me as I see you;
That they remember times
Like lying together under starry sky
And counting shooting stars;
And that these moments become years.
That my children begin to feel
The way I feel when I think of you;
That they begin to see me as I see you;
That they remember times
Like lying together under starry sky
And counting shooting stars;
And that these moments become years.
I once heard a kid exclaim himself then flip his hair
As if he were James or John or an egoed Irish punk.
And a grandmother sits--her shrinking bones and baggy skin
A faintness of her once wild youthful explorations.
How many moments between, of much greater importance,
Are lost and never ever retrieved?
As if he were James or John or an egoed Irish punk.
And a grandmother sits--her shrinking bones and baggy skin
A faintness of her once wild youthful explorations.
How many moments between, of much greater importance,
Are lost and never ever retrieved?
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It shines the same on you and me.
One great difference, then,
between us is what we choose to do.
Today's lamp slowly turns down,
And the crickets chirp beneath the cicada's song.
A dog clambers by at the heels of his walker,
And one, now two, bark in reply.
A lady next door peeks out to verify.
Good evening.
I proudly father two fantastic children who keep me on my toes. I'm glad to say that I'm a better father than a blogger, as you can clearly see that I severely suck at maintaining any sense of continuity here. The thing about these two young-ins is that they often express what I feel. It's beautiful and frightening. I want to go to the pool; I want some food (how dare they ask); I want to do something (an exaggerated "something" that expresses their deathly boredom and my tyranny); and so on, and on, and on. I often, thinking I'm a little clever, reply " You Can't Always Get What You Want." I really capitalize on the power and influence of a good father here, huh?
Four things I've heard lately that somehow relate:
1. "Experience is what you get when you don't get what you want"
~ Dr. Randy Pausch, from his Last Lecture as seen on Oprah
2. "The one thing that is certain is that our life will change. No pain lasts forever, and no happiness is permanent. Life is like a child's Christmas, with one unexpected gift after another. We don't know what is in the next package, but we know Who gave it to us. We can be sure that it was given with love, and that the last surprise will be as wonderful as the first."
~A clipping saved by my neighbor, David Franklin Bushman, 62 year old retired professor and artist, who recently passed from this life--it was one of his latest ponderings.
3. "All we have is time, and all we can buy with it are relationships."
~some blog I read
4. "Sometimes what we want keeps us from getting what we really want."
~some really hot chick I know
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