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Think of You

I can’t not think of you

when I see a sunrise

I can’t not think of you

when I see Phineas and Ferb

I can’t not think of you

when I hear a sneeze

I can’t not think of you

when I see a lamb

I can’t not think of you

when I hear “Let Her Go”

I can’t not think of you

when I see white with cream

I can’t not think of you

when I see an elephant

I can’t not think of you

when I see a card game

but isn’t that the way life is suppose to be?

Filled not only with things and experiences

but with people

to define those things and experiences.

And so I think of all the people

that fill and define my life

with a smile

because that is what each of you

make me think of

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In That Moment

It was one of those moments

where it seemed to stretch on forever

because it does.

I will carry

that peace

that excitement

that serenity

that safety

that bliss

that openness

that fun

that freedom

that love

forever

because I have chosen

for that

for this

moment

to never end.

Life may take me

hundreds of miles aways

and scores of years past

but that moment

this moment

will live on

as long as I do.

In that moment,

I felt an overwhelming

gratefulness for my life

and for the people who

make it worthwhile,

oh so much more than worthwhile

It is truly a blessing

to feel the love of life,

and I did

and I still do

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Being Human

Some say being human is an art

each person has his own style

his own way of brushing paint and choices across

this canvas we call life

his own way of sculpting his perspective  on

this statue we call life

his own way of tracing patterns and cutting the cloth of

this fabric we call life

his own way of sketching lines only to erase them on

this paper we call life

each way a creation of new life

each way making something that wasn’t there before

each way budding with imagination

Some say being human is a science

a method to the madness

with notes and numbers

organized in neat little piles

with experiments and graphs

to quantify and qualify

each and every experience

and research papers to write up afterwards

each adding something to the collective knowledge

each adding to the answered questions and creating many unanswered ones

Some say being human is randomness

no light in the darkness

no purpose or meaning

just people and events colliding like pin balls

everything left up to chance and luck

a complete external locus of control

no rhyme or reason to living

Some say being human is a dance

twirling and spinning with others

on this planet sized dance floor

here with one dance partner for a moment

and another the next

a hip and a hop and a jump

a smile and a tear and a kiss

a dip and a twist and a shake

a wave and a laugh and a sigh

listening to the music and moving with it

no scheming, only living

The art

The science

The randomness

The dance

of being human

each believes in something

each creates something

each lives for something

Not which is good or bad

neither better nor worse

rather,

which fits you?

The craft

and the skill

and the technique

and the flair

and the talent

of being human

is being you

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A History Worth Remembering

We are constantly making history

both as individuals

and as society.

Tick Tock goes the history clock

Our actions are written down in the future history textbooks

that someday our grandchildren will read

and ask, “You lived through that?”

The same question I ask my own grandparents about World War Two.

The wheel of history turns

and so does that of life.

And so I challenge you,

on this day

January 20th, 2017

to make a history worth remembering

a history to be proud of

a history worth living through

because each and every one of us

can make and change history.

This day will certainly go down in the history books

and probably the day after will also

so let’s make it a good day.

President Donald J. Trump will change the world

as well as my life

and so I wish the best for him and my country.

Though I do not agree with everything he says or does or believes or tweets

though I could not vote for him

I will support him

I will wish only success for him and my nation

because I want to make a history worth remembering

a life to be proud of

I wish the next four years to be the best in all of history

and I will try to make them so.

President Donald J. Trump,

you will change my life

you will change the world

you will make history

but so will I.

 

For the Sake of

In movies

You lose the quality of the written word

the sweet, sweet literary devices

for the sake of visualization

You lose the narrative capability

for the sake of an actor’s actions

You lose the leisure and digestive qualities

for the sake of “Next scene!”

No time to stop

or you’ll miss something new

no time to ponder on something old

You lose control

for the sake of living in someone else’s rapidly expanding imagination

In novels

You lose the rawness of an action

for the sake of recording the movement

You lose the transformation of emotion

for the sake of the categorization of a feeling

You lose the flow motion

for the sake of a mis-configured reader’s imagination

You lose the purity of a glance

for the sake of qualifying it

Sometimes words can do no justice

for what only motion can

This is why life should not be lived in movies or books

but in the act of living

Movies and books can only be enjoyed

once they have a life to build upon

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Beloved, ~ A Petrarchan Sonnet

A poem from the perspective of a character in my novel Varietal


Beloved, inquired for my lust to live

If he comprehend not, have he desire?

I fancy morning dew, du jour attire

Freshly brewed tea, memories to relive

I love these, but theirs is quite allusive

Beloved, same? Love life since it expire

He is overdo to see the hell fire

 

In my brief time, let me teach him to love

Start with simplicity, then live wholly

For love is in the chase, not the binding

Love of life due to celebration of

Dance. Dance with me, Beloved, joyfully

Be unlike morning dew. No love should sting

 

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