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Saturday, June 19, 2010

pyramid lake

STUCK IN THE MUD
do you remember that day...
light breeze...
white clouds...
the surface was deep..
..........soft..
  • wishing we were there..right now...
    progression of a journey still today...
    a withdrawn....
    heterozygous.....
    condition that exists to this day ...
    permission to a given access....
    ..........a design... ..........
    ..........a design for the rest... .........
    ..........the same thoughts I have this day... .........
    .hoping to forget ..
    forget some day ...
    ...........Bruno was happy.....
    As if he is here with me today.. ..........
    i have but look out there.........
    I can SEE him.... ..........
    ...........how beautiful he was....
    ...........the warmth that he brought........
    to the both of us....
  • the ship tipped over...
    lost contact with the world... .........
    no way to say.. .........
    no need to stay... .........
    ...........we will do it some other day no way to do...
    there to stay..
    an Oder of you...
    an Oder of your precedence is here today.. .........

    oxein stimulating......... .........
    emits a sweet pleasing scent
    That is in my thinking..
    When I think of that day.... .........

    When I think of you...
    The water is the same....
    with smears of white....
    patches of blue ..........
    ..........the polyhedron is still in the center...
    ..........the colour of gray..
    the color of your eyes... ..........
              reminds me of you.. ..........

    the peak of the waves...
    the heights of the wind.. ..........
    the bight on my limbs..
    echoes in my heart... ..........
    as it did that day

    when I was with you...
    I aim my thoughts your way...
    in memory of that glorious day...........

    THAT VERY GLORIOUS DAY

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

my day without .. " Merriam Webster "

fifty five beautiful trees....
I see them in the morning...
I see them in the evening...
gently moving in the breeze...
with jagged dry limbs sticking out...
reminders of last years drought...
they beg for water...
........when the well runs dry...
I worry at night...
I worry during the day......
I just hope they don't die...
........When they don't get enough water..
the pecans are small.....
Again I worry that they may not ..
produce ........ at all........
out there early...
hacking out weeds...
I keep thinking ..
........Why..
........Who..
who gives them their feeds..
as I walk back to the house...
I look out west. the sun going down.......
the sprinklers making a beautiful quest...
my body hurting from the toil...
.........Asking for rest.
Sometimes I worry that three hundred feet below....
What--ever happens down there ........ .
the water may not ever again flow..
In the Small world of one man...
one can see us all....
you must believe that we are all here to be as one.........
or not at all...
  • I crave....
    I pray.......
    I cry ...
    ,,,,,,,,,,,IN MY OWN WAY
    who ever is in charge of the big picture......
    ,,,,,,,,,,,please....
    PLEASE LOOK MY WAY..
    i DO NOT WANT THESE FLINGS OF NOT BEING ABLE TO STAY......
    to help them be healthy...to help them be green...
    to help them grow...
    so that they will ... in the wind sway...
    Is that being greedy........
    to have my say.... my way............