Our Pledge

The Mountains feel

love eternal,

 

Blessed are the valleys

for here we dwell,

 

Call out to the heavens

the stars and the sky as one

 

Contentment awards those

strong of body and mind

they who seek the truth

of life eternal,

 

We, who seek out life’s dreams

fulfill love’s commitments,

and seek the pathway through time,

We are one with Life….


27 December 1977. California.

My Ice Cream

My ice cream melted
down the sides of the cup
over my fingers
and onto the floor,

I just looked at it,
wondering why there was a God
that would let such things happen?

I guess, those kind of existential thoughts
were reserved for greater minds than mine

Like the weatherman, the ice cream salesperson
-and the cleaning lady…….

Being Tired

Being tired
such an unnecessary waste
of energy

I would rather use
my tiredness, later on
in my life, when I have
much less to accomplish
than today,

I might just
write down my tired time
on a piece of paper,
reminding me to redeem
my tired shares later
when I am old and grey

“Have you saved up
for your retirement?”
– some might ask.

“Yes”, the answer might be
but I really didn’t care to answer
-nor did I want to go to the mailbox
-and post my tired hours
-and register their existence

being much too tired
to do so, you know……

Thirsty

She made me thirsty
for her love
I wanted to drown my sorrows
in the desert, she led me to
the dry, dry ways of her desire,
beckoned me onward

I wanted only to quench my thirst
a drop of water, a feeling of dampness
the moist feel of her lips on mine,
she drained me,
she left me high and dry,
but I, wanted more

I found her quiet pool
in the shadow of the glen
the ripples of her water
played my skin, like a harp
and lured me into the depths,
the coolness of her darkness,

The dry wind blew
over the waters, as if to call me back
the shadow of my form
darkened the bottom of the pool,
she drowned me, in the end
the cool waters, filling my lungs
with the essence of her

Drowning my thirst
in her love

The Advantage

You have the advantage
over me, you might not think
that to be true,
but I feel it
and I know it,

You have the upper hand,
the stacked deck
the wide picture, and I
I wonder why you are
as you are,

You might think,
that we are different
that we would never
but I am sure that we would
if we could,

The most that I can do
is to worry about
what troubles you
and makes you silent
when I am not,

Then I know
that my comforting
thoughts, will have to
replace, my comforting
arms, with you being so distant
in time and space…

Rest assured,
I think about you, and if
I had the chance to tell you
and show you in person,

Then this blog would never
have been written, and I
would be sitting by your side,
telling you, how wonderful
a person, you really are

And you are…