Don't wait for the wind to blow....create a breeze! -- BM
Monday, June 24, 2013
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Piece of My Ad-VICES
Please kick my azz
Way Past
Where I am today
Into a sunny tomorrow.
Hold me high,
But someday let me lie
Deep in the ground;
Never found.
Journey long
And find your way
Beyond
Your all and everything.
Try to fly
But don't get high
Your wings just might get singed
By the sun.
Don't live by the sword;
There's no reward,
No friends
Or Karma.
You found the good;
I know you would
Being the star
You are.
No great divide
Will ever provide
A chance to grow
Together.
So build a bridge
From edge to edge
and get on over
to the other side.
[Apologies to Jim Morrison on that last line. LOL]
Monday, May 27, 2013
28
Quiet and blind I await my fate
as time draws close to Heaven's gate.
My senses burn and anticipate
the changes that await me.
Bigger hopes and visions grow
with what I think and what I know.
I learn at rates so high and low,
but never seem to stand still.
A lonely path is ever long,
but a heart with love will sing it's song.
True love lost is never gone;
it warms my nights when all alone.
I wonder what your adventures do
when I close my eyes and think of you
and know you're happy somewhere new
without the dream that I'm with you.
Truth be known, I'll never leave.
I'll be with you, although I grieve that
mistakes were made and history changed
and this life goes on, however arranged.
as time draws close to Heaven's gate.
My senses burn and anticipate
the changes that await me.
Bigger hopes and visions grow
with what I think and what I know.
I learn at rates so high and low,
but never seem to stand still.
A lonely path is ever long,
but a heart with love will sing it's song.
True love lost is never gone;
it warms my nights when all alone.
I wonder what your adventures do
when I close my eyes and think of you
and know you're happy somewhere new
without the dream that I'm with you.
Truth be known, I'll never leave.
I'll be with you, although I grieve that
mistakes were made and history changed
and this life goes on, however arranged.
Words, Hope & Love
The power of words
can open a heart
and show you the way
through daylight and dark.
The power of hope
can brighten your day
open up doors
and light up your way.
The power of love
makes all the right reasons
and strengthens the soul
through all the bright seasons.
For My Dear Wife..........
Take my breath, hear me sigh,
rest my head against your thigh.
Feel my heat, touch my ear,
More than life, perfectly clear:
I love you.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Song # 91
Sometimes I'm 2.
Sometimes I'm 8.
Sometimes I'm nothing.
Sometimes I'm Great!
Usually lonely.
Always alone.
Exploring my daydreams,
I'm sad to the bone.
Seeing the full-moon
and walking on air,
I stand in my darkness
and look up and stare.
A stab in my "heart"
with a twinge of regret
my cards on the table,
but no courage to bet.
An old man just now,
but no memories to bear.
I ignore all the pain
and can't admit I'm scared. .
Moving along
without taking a step.
Time cares for no one
or the tears I have wept.
[This was written at a low point in my life (September 27, 2002) when I knew what I needed to change and where I wanted to be, BUT honestly lacked the courage to get up and go where I belonged. I'm safely, securely and happily in the right place NOW. Oh, I still have deep regrets on my personal failings then and now.]
Christmas Cheer!
So here I sit full of Cheer.
We only get this once a year.
Giving this and getting that,
Eating lots and growing fat.
Temperature drop to fit the mood
Fireside chats and more good food
Good friends call and gather round
Their voices sing those Christmas sounds.
Our spirits lift as friends arrive
It's just so fine to be alive
A wealth of smiles on happy faces
A Christmas dream of Christmas places.
The North Pole charm of Santa's laugh
Can take your heart down youthful paths
and dreams creep in to stir the season
we feel the love and we know the reason
A fool all-year sees wisdom dawning
as children wait for Santa's coming.
The anticipation of sparkling gifts
gives every spirit a Christmas lift.
The little faces with great big joys
light up our world with thoughts of toys
The truth of Christmas can only be told
through the hearts of the young and the love of the old.
The Grinch is still out there waiting to steal
the promise of Christmas that children think real.
So fire up the candles and light up the trees
and open your hearts so that people can see.
Let's set some examples the rest of the year
so children at Christmas don't shed any tears.
It's you who can change things better to best
if we all work our buns off, Santa can rest.
I guess what I'm feeling is easy to see:
Children are special to you....and to me.
They are our future and we'll be their past
and just as we mold them, they will be cast.
We can look around us at youngsters growing grey
Time is a master that we all will come to pay,
but laughter and children can keep old age at bay
with the help of ol' Santa, his reindeer and sleigh.
[I wrote this years ago before I accepted Christ as my Savior. It's so secular and misses the point of Christmas by an embarrassing margin. I'll do better next time.]
Migraine
I'm so messed up this morning,
as this pain invades my head,
pulls the life force from my body
and I wish that I were dead.
It hammers and it dances,
and beats out a frightful dirge,
with throbbing sharp flashes
and thoughts I can't purge.
My right eye is blinded,
and emotions aren't real,
with a pain that possesses
no compassion to deal.
I lay in my bedroom,
with no light as my friend,
and pray for the moment
this pain finally ends.
The dim lights are soothing,
and I feel just a bit,
lesser than mere mortal,
though my head just starts to split.
I wait until later,
where there's no clock to tell
and I'll feel so much better
until the next spell.
July 7th, 1997
as this pain invades my head,
pulls the life force from my body
and I wish that I were dead.
It hammers and it dances,
and beats out a frightful dirge,
with throbbing sharp flashes
and thoughts I can't purge.
My right eye is blinded,
and emotions aren't real,
with a pain that possesses
no compassion to deal.
I lay in my bedroom,
with no light as my friend,
and pray for the moment
this pain finally ends.
The dim lights are soothing,
and I feel just a bit,
lesser than mere mortal,
though my head just starts to split.
I wait until later,
where there's no clock to tell
and I'll feel so much better
until the next spell.
July 7th, 1997
The Newly Non-Sensed, Scrambled, Stumbled-Upon Truths of My Life [Hint: It's NOT Science.]
A man in motion tends to stay in motion, while a man at rest is likely watching TV.
A body is attracted to an opposite body based on the coefficient of heat generated when in physical contact.
A defined purpose can best be described in terms of heat/cold.
Any function must be accompanied by motion and a nap.
The magnitude of any dysfunction will be defined by volume, motion and emotion.
An outside force will expand or deflate the inside force.
The time it takes to really see an object cannot always be determined by the speed of light.
Volume is not the point of any argument.
Push comes to shove when the lights go out.
Bursting another's bubble can be explosive if C4 is inside.
Walking too long in someone else's shoes usually causes painful blisters.
Television is occasionally mental health masturbation.
A mind is a terrible thing to chase.
Far-fetched is sometimes brought too close to home.
From little tadpoles come big, warty, ugly, leaping frogs.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
The Part of Me........
written.....February 23rd, 2004
The part of me that loves you
is deep inside my soul,
the warmest of my feelings
that keeps me from the cold
The part of me that needs you
is the little boy so scared
that knows that you'll protect me
from all the dragons near.
The part of me that sees you
looks open-eyed inside
at your beauty so deep and lovely
I nearly want to cry.
The part of me that holds you
Feels your treasured heart
a beat-by-beat citation
our love will never part.
The part of me that smells you
is excited by your scent
I breathe deep for the sheer pleasure
of you and all you've meant.
The part of me that loves you
simply wants to know
that for all time eternal
Where you are.....I'll go.
The part of me that loves you
is deep inside my soul,
the warmest of my feelings
that keeps me from the cold
The part of me that needs you
is the little boy so scared
that knows that you'll protect me
from all the dragons near.
The part of me that sees you
looks open-eyed inside
at your beauty so deep and lovely
I nearly want to cry.
The part of me that holds you
Feels your treasured heart
a beat-by-beat citation
our love will never part.
The part of me that smells you
is excited by your scent
I breathe deep for the sheer pleasure
of you and all you've meant.
The part of me that loves you
simply wants to know
that for all time eternal
Where you are.....I'll go.
The Young Man's Best Ain't Dead
written Jan 30, 2003
a great divide between us,
a subtle piece of mind,
a dream amongst the ashes,
her love that once was mine.
a piece of me remembers
the power and the fire.
the burns were deep and lasting
as shown by all these scars.
the brand that marks my sorrow
cannot be seen by all.
a smile can cover a broken heart
as love's fires rise and fall.
the sharp point of a dagger,
the tone of love's swan song,
pierced the armor of my lonesome heart
and hurts my whole life long.
a broken-legged shadow
among love's ruins and stones,
i find my pain is with me
but hides my deepest wounds.
my hair turns gray and tarnished
the clock rolls right along
my youth fades to memory
and i've sang all life's great songs
my mind forgets minutia
and struggles with each day,
but my heart forgets not one detail
of the one that got away.
her hair, her eyes, her smell so sweet
the way she looked at me
her soul, her words, the love so deep
could never lie, nor find a course to be.
so deep inside my life force,
a part of every breath,
i live, i breathe, i think of her
and will until my death.
an Oscar for your fragrance,
an Emmy for your smile,
a Tony for our drama,
and popcorn for our smiles.
It's been too long, or has it?
it's much too late in time.
it's long past all our crossroads.
we're nearly at our prime.
so building to a climax....
a full tour of my head,
while an old man has his memories
the young man's best ain't dead.
a great divide between us,
a subtle piece of mind,
a dream amongst the ashes,
her love that once was mine.
a piece of me remembers
the power and the fire.
the burns were deep and lasting
as shown by all these scars.
the brand that marks my sorrow
cannot be seen by all.
a smile can cover a broken heart
as love's fires rise and fall.
the sharp point of a dagger,
the tone of love's swan song,
pierced the armor of my lonesome heart
and hurts my whole life long.
a broken-legged shadow
among love's ruins and stones,
i find my pain is with me
but hides my deepest wounds.
my hair turns gray and tarnished
the clock rolls right along
my youth fades to memory
and i've sang all life's great songs
my mind forgets minutia
and struggles with each day,
but my heart forgets not one detail
of the one that got away.
her hair, her eyes, her smell so sweet
the way she looked at me
her soul, her words, the love so deep
could never lie, nor find a course to be.
so deep inside my life force,
a part of every breath,
i live, i breathe, i think of her
and will until my death.
an Oscar for your fragrance,
an Emmy for your smile,
a Tony for our drama,
and popcorn for our smiles.
It's been too long, or has it?
it's much too late in time.
it's long past all our crossroads.
we're nearly at our prime.
so building to a climax....
a full tour of my head,
while an old man has his memories
the young man's best ain't dead.
A Writer's Fable
A writer's life is lonely
with always much to say
and just few readers that really buy
the things my bills will pay.
Living just to spend some time
with words upon a page
Expressing joy and laughter
and even hate and rage.
It's a hard life from the get-go
with no money in the bank;
a burning desire to build a book
before your boat has sank
So I hold my hand real steady
and hope to find THE line
that an editor might just read someday
and look inside my mind.
Journey to the far-east
then gaze back toward the west
take a turn around our world
and write about all the rest.
written Monday, Jan 22, 2004
with always much to say
and just few readers that really buy
the things my bills will pay.
Living just to spend some time
with words upon a page
Expressing joy and laughter
and even hate and rage.
It's a hard life from the get-go
with no money in the bank;
a burning desire to build a book
before your boat has sank
So I hold my hand real steady
and hope to find THE line
that an editor might just read someday
and look inside my mind.
Journey to the far-east
then gaze back toward the west
take a turn around our world
and write about all the rest.
written Monday, Jan 22, 2004
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