Life: Here & Now II

no wonder that birds live near water where they find bugs and worms for food or on wooded hills where shelter is sure, ready and at hand strangely though, we do not consider the fowl when we choose and so live away from warm, refreshing words and the hugs that revive

Growth changes, rearranges, plies everything Making, morphing, always dwarfing less important things Now and then, efforts thin, misfocussed on behavior, But here adorned, character's transformed by love and a savior.

I'd like to run in the desert sand and never sweat a drop Feel the heat on my hands and never have it stop If only for a moment now I could feel this way, I would not relent, I would not resist or wait another day

it's a simple truth, and one that is painfully clear that in spite of heartfelt intentions, and safety's promise the biggest hurts come from those who are most dear know me, and see if it is not true, find out if I can ever be known, and seen, and uncovered without proving the axiom love then, and feel the pain that will inadvertently deliver

Rock-hard floor, forest green thorns and ivy tight scratching We brumble through, seeking what others have found before Cathedral rocks, spot pools, cloudless sky with clouds invading We gasp and awe, feeling what no one has felt till now Photo taken with Nokia E61i, Crescent Moon Park - Arizona

Air tugs at follicles on arms Mountains shadow disregard Sun warms with ultraviolet charms Discovery comes as a shard My heart is lifted, my eyes ope'd to possibilities ne'er inferred Now perspectives only hoped are no longer so absurd Here in thin atmosphere Nature's beauty resounding Creates a view point crisply clear: For you my heart is pounding Photo taken with Nokia E61i through the windshield of 2007 Nissan Altima

Rumble hum vibrate some Lets take off together Sky blue pale, settin sail Into brighter weather Lets run and fly, work hard and try: climb to the next level Wipe the cheek and tear, hold to hugs so dear, as the angels revel. Climbing still, drinking fill, yes we will stretch fully, languid reposer Grow farther in love, race faster above, a fitted glove nestled ever closer. Holding on to fabric though prone to tear Reclining beneath stars breaking through clear grasping a moment that is simply there in the heights we achieve and we will be at thirty five thousand and climbing at forty seeking the depths of perfect timing always on to the next level where we find joy living under turmoil's bevel photo taken with Nokia E61i at 30,000 feet from the window of a Boeing 737-700

They all sit around the table braced for a day of hearing sales pitches from earnest folks who want to feed families, make the goal, and in the process deliver pokes at the competition (also on the agenda) They brace because they want to be dispassionate, logical, make a wise choice based upon their recent schooling, some experience, and not too keen to a voice of generalities, ramblings or brags (not on the agenda) We all plot strategies to break through the veneer, make a connection, find a way to navigate beyond the boundaries they've erected and persuade, in a day, a choice to advertise with us (always on our agendas)

T uesday is supposed to be my bagel day but there are times, when one plan turns into another and Tuesday becomes Wednesday Schedules slip, I totally forget, or in this case I do something silly: lose my wallet, and have no money for the bagel place I am sometimes upset, though rarely more often running stressed to get the slipped tasks done, albeit barely. And occasionally, things work out to the best -- Because, on Wednesday, the bagels are half price, warm, and out-of-the-oven fresh!

When the beginning starts to close in on the end, And the middle finds its way back to center once again, What will be the reason for looking any more? What will motivate me to open one more door? I have no answers for this noodle; nothing to reply. There's nothing to answer with, no reasons for the why. I only say (with some rhyme) that the quest itself is dear, And once it seems to be over, the starting place is "here".

pounding throbs, lobs knobs thunking in my skull twisting still, pills kill only part, not full hands knead, feed plead my sigh grateful aching blops, drops, stops you are wonderful!

a third blanket pulled over a cowering child, disgruntled clouds begrudgingly churn eastward -- clearing throats, tugging the damp dark along beneath we strain to hold or flee oncoming wild. roots too deep, left to sway prostrate toward waning light, shrinking at rumbling song. dropping hard, the atmospheric Niagara piled: pollens flushed, dust muddied and poured on bathing grass, blinking at the retaliating light.

Somewhere beneath the sauce and cheese Crusted in, so no one sees, Are memories of love and life Stuffed and baked into this pie Ground hurts, unforgiving, spiced Rejection very thinly sliced Chopped sweet dreams begin to dry Pungent accents from every sigh Layered there, but never ceased Pains gather for each slice, released. <

Geekless beauties wander free Knowing not what they don't see Subvented strength Collated kindness Circuitous sighs Beautiless geeks keep off tasks Distracted by frail beauty's basks Unreachable want Untouchable desire Vainglorious cries

On Tuesdays I have money to spend on a French Toast bagel and a cup of Caramel Kiss It is a small indulgence in a cafe that's too noisy from raucously blaring music But i go on each Tuesday for a bagel that's sweet to me and a warm satisfying Kiss

On liquid crystal Dazzling in white smiling Green portals invite

cubicles and desks, a community of tasks -- comrades in profit

Red onions sliced. Buttery skillet. Garlic, Adobo. Spiced. It won't burn, will it? Stir it. Apply more heat. Truth's here. I can feel it. Turmoil makes onions sweet. Composed, photo taken with Nokia E61i

i played a game with my limbs, and a small utensil the goal of which is simply move a little ball until it goes blithely where it should be without added effort. instead of bringing me any joy, this game only makes me fret for just like larger life my efforts aren't quite yet efficient, effective or rife with victory.