I didn’t realize I was a fan till I saw it
It was a spark of desire
to own and to hold
to feel the warmth in my hand
to smell the top notes and base notes
the heart notes mixing with afternoon light
Melting by my side
Wax and music playing down the day
Cast small fires
upon peaceful loves
Balconies, Balconies How I love being on a balcony. Safe but free Windswept but grounded, Enclosed in openness, Man-made freshness A tiny voice calling, “Jump!” A louder voice screaming, “Chill!” … Continue reading Balconies, Balconies
Some are the eyes
Some are the hands
I am the palm
That completes the hand
I am wide
I am small
I’ll carry the world
Before you fall
Some don’t notice
Others read
But neither the seeing or the blind
Neglect the importance of me
I am smooth
I am rough
Marked by work
Toughened by the job
Sensitive but useful
A raised sign for help
A silent call
A mark of what is to come
Some are the eyes
Some are the hands
I am the palm
That carries it all
The Lord said: come all who are weak and weary. My burden is light and easy. Light and easy My own is anything but. It’s not all self-inflicted. In these … Continue reading Salvation for the 2020’s
Friendship is a funny thing,
The way it changes the rules.
A phone call can be exciting
Mutual interests binding like glue
You’re suddenly willing to do favors
And it’s a relief to be able to complain
No strings, just reciprocating
Fun, games, anti-stressing
A relationship blooming in time
Trusts earned almost painlessly
Through joy and care and mutual secrecy
A found family that is mine
Men are puzzle pieces,
Their rough edges point in
Towards cuts and bumps of a pretty inner life.
No piece more important,
no piece unnecessary,
Society is a puzzle made of intersecting pictures
Shaped by space,
Subject to time
Ever shifting shades of evolving design
Mankind builds a puzzle.
One subject for all
For man to live in harmony,
Both great and small
Drinking coffee,
Head tilted skywards
In supplication for caffeine
From my cup’s bottom arises a dirty, brown stained moon
Brown-bottom Styrofoam
Unwasted colored remains
A reminder of what I do
How I function
In the craters of a recyclable moon
My awakened caffeinated desires reflected
Into pretty trash, a mundane consideration
I toss the cup away
Task fulfilled
Coffee consumed
Goodbye moon
A while ago, I went away
scared and alone, spirits low,
full of ambition, dreams and doubt
but even if I achieve fortune and fame,
who’s to say I won’t still feel the same?
My love ones, players of fond memories,
am I important to them as they are to me?
We had fun, we had our games.
We have lives filled with shenanigans, laughter and tears.
Visiting infrequently, hopefully , happily
My parents are quasi-strict, quasi-there
My grandma is kind with religious flair
My siblings I annoy and are annoyed by in turn
My extended family both nebulous and firm
Their love is the greatest credit to my name.
It’s a family of Hicaps, Sons and daughters
Broken and glued with pieces wondrously made
A tumultuous and wonderful rollercoaster of emotions
Better than any wealth, power or fame
My family, the starting point of my acclaim.
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