Flagler's Bridge
On Flagler's Bridge
a lone pine grows
the fishers fish
in the tide below
It stretches back to
Florida's past
when trains were filled
with promises
and saltwater
kisses it.
a lone pine grows
the fishers fish
in the tide below
It stretches back to
Florida's past
when trains were filled
with promises
and saltwater
kisses it.
West Coast Sunset: Well you still exist to me.
There are strange things done in this world. All who read this be well. ECW
The Freightliner
The years, like the freightliner, have passed. Events that have happened are blurred but one constant reminder is the aching in my heart. So I became a writer: aware of the crux and the relativity, believing in illusion and social justice til the cows came home.
One morning, woke up much in love and determine to pencil in the reset button.
Coffee was ordinary until the pot was scrubbed to a dull sparkle. Impossible but true. I learned to embellish like the diplomats. Reality was far too mundane.
First attempt at recovery was a short story that is soon to be published.
It involves a racy rendez-vous in a small room. One window, two doors. One short desk and two playful adults. It was time for an encounter. Two o'clock. The last of the invoices were prepared and ready to go out with tomorrow's mail.
He was waiting in the staff room for a personal call when she walked in.
Full of caution, she pumped up her chest and slid into the room. It would be risky having a congressional meeting even in a small corner.
However there is no gratitude in loneliness. And no good deed left unnoticed and it didn't go unnoticed. " I feel like I want more", she said.
Like the leaden pencil to the tree and the steam engine to the steel rail, home is where the heart is when that is what it wants. The freightliner passes often.
The engine need spark only once. Have a juicy day!
One morning, woke up much in love and determine to pencil in the reset button.
Coffee was ordinary until the pot was scrubbed to a dull sparkle. Impossible but true. I learned to embellish like the diplomats. Reality was far too mundane.
First attempt at recovery was a short story that is soon to be published.
It involves a racy rendez-vous in a small room. One window, two doors. One short desk and two playful adults. It was time for an encounter. Two o'clock. The last of the invoices were prepared and ready to go out with tomorrow's mail.
He was waiting in the staff room for a personal call when she walked in.
Full of caution, she pumped up her chest and slid into the room. It would be risky having a congressional meeting even in a small corner.
However there is no gratitude in loneliness. And no good deed left unnoticed and it didn't go unnoticed. " I feel like I want more", she said.
Like the leaden pencil to the tree and the steam engine to the steel rail, home is where the heart is when that is what it wants. The freightliner passes often.
The engine need spark only once. Have a juicy day!
They don't make memories like that anymore
You in the night
Shine that armour of love
Right at my door
in the warmth of the light
You brought me to flowers
and secretly smiled
got me all excited
and totally wild
Next thing I knew
I am head over heels
I said it was too soon
and that's how it feels now
it's over too soon
I see it as if the day before
They don't make memories like that anymore.
Hold on to this when the tide gets rough
It keeps me afloat, alive, adrift and aloft
Failure is not an option
There I will not go
I will hold to forever
and let go.
Shine that armour of love
Right at my door
in the warmth of the light
You brought me to flowers
and secretly smiled
got me all excited
and totally wild
Next thing I knew
I am head over heels
I said it was too soon
and that's how it feels now
it's over too soon
I see it as if the day before
They don't make memories like that anymore.
Hold on to this when the tide gets rough
It keeps me afloat, alive, adrift and aloft
Failure is not an option
There I will not go
I will hold to forever
and let go.
Wanderlust
- wanderlust: impulse to travel
pieces of string, memories, made aware by bits of adventure, The world's face
mirror image, written backassward
reckless abandon or shamelessly driven.
Where in the world did we go?
I rationalize that it never left me cold.
pieces of string, memories, made aware by bits of adventure, The world's face
mirror image, written backassward
reckless abandon or shamelessly driven.
Where in the world did we go?
I rationalize that it never left me cold.
A View from the Road... and other examples of literature
Mid-way through western Virginia, in the mountains, and the earth is chocolate brown. Those large, dark mountains caress the highway and the distance to our destination disappears into Time.
The Consequence of Silence
When one walks alone
among the fears of disfiguration and death
and seeks in courage to overcome shallowness
of a kind of tortured kindness
simply in recognisance
of a muted request to
honour a friendship
one walks along saddened
but wiser
among the fears of disfiguration and death
and seeks in courage to overcome shallowness
of a kind of tortured kindness
simply in recognisance
of a muted request to
honour a friendship
one walks along saddened
but wiser
The Sweetest Yes
I know
without the question
I know
How I will answer
in my manner
in my dress
I will answer
with my fondness
with my best
I will answer
in my essence
I will answer
in my jest
my body will resound
with all the rest
can you guess?
ah, yes
the sweetest yes
without the question
I know
How I will answer
in my manner
in my dress
I will answer
with my fondness
with my best
I will answer
in my essence
I will answer
in my jest
my body will resound
with all the rest
can you guess?
ah, yes
the sweetest yes
We are all into guitars but some of us are looking at the stars...
Sometimes you just gotta let it out. It isn't easy to say goodbye, Daniel.
No walls are indifferent. I held my breathe hoping you'd come back to life. It is impossible.
No wall is indifferent. I wrote your name in my sky. You held me up and I let you down. I let you go. You held me up.
No two are inseparable. You are my solemn barrier to a good life and I am my own Justice. Once we were one, just us. Now I bear the legacy of emptiness.
I may accept this only because I know the love we shared. Strato misses you too.
No wall is indifferent. I wrote your name in my sky. You held me up and I let you down. I let you go. You held me up.
No two are inseparable. You are my solemn barrier to a good life and I am my own Justice. Once we were one, just us. Now I bear the legacy of emptiness.
I may accept this only because I know the love we shared. Strato misses you too.