Monday, August 4, 2014

Music

There's a sadness 
     To the air 
When you're not 
     Here 

The air itself 
     Is melancholy -
It hasn't got you 
     To wrap itself 
Around 

And the ground -
It hasn't got you 
Walking on it -
It is lonely for your 
Footprints 

The chair 
Wonders where 
     You are 
The arms -
And the footrest -

The empty 
Wine glass 
On the shelf -

We all cry 
And listen to 
Andrea Bocelli 
Pour his heart out 
With symphonic 
Backing 

I need 
Symphonic help here 
Some timpani 
Some conductor 
     To tell me what to do 
With such feelings  

I am new to the world 
     Of great 
Music 

dancing lessons

dancing lessons 
     at my age...
give me a break 
     i resist 
     i give myself all the reasons
     i don't want 
          to go 

some young 
     whipper-snapper 
thinks i'm going to remember 
     all of this??

but actually 
it's fun... 
     i surprise myself 
     with trying - 
this is something 
     i've never done 

co-operated...

been positive 

tolerated 
     type A
     types 
Telling me 
What To Do !!!

maybe 
life would've been 
easier 
if 

maybe if 
i hadn't fought 
-tooth and nail-
against 

maybe i could have just 
gone with the flow 
maybe 
once !

but then 

you 

never met 
my mother 

Saturday, August 2, 2014

The Line

The line comes closer. 
God bless the line 
It is very fine 
A fine line 

It is the line between 
     Reality and dream
It is our sacred space 

If we drink too much 
     We have crossed the line 

If we believe 
     Too sincerely 
We have frozen the line 
     In time 

If we talk too much
     We can't listen 
At all 

If we are too silent
No one knows 
Who we are 

Maybe just 
As well . . .

Find the line 
In each instance 
There is an invisable
Boundary -
An invisable 
Direction -
Which turns 
At the border

There are border guards 

Beware. 



Monday, July 28, 2014

Community Garden

So now there's a community garden. . .
- And I can't get it done around here -
But it's up on a hill -
And so pretty 
And friends will 
Be there 

Oh my god! 
Community - that -
     Means people -
     "Other" people 
And I the hermit 
(Traditionally) 
Will have to 
     Deal with 
People -
    " Other "
People -

I've never been 
     Good at this 
Not raised by people 
Who were any good at 
     It -

Isolation meant 
     Survival -
Distrust, hiding, and 
     Fear 

So now maybe 
I find another way -

I walk out my door -
- Fortify myself with 
     Starbucks -
And a cookie -
Oatmeal ( can't be all that bad 
     For ya ) 

I watch my paranoia
I wash it in the breeze 
On that hill 
Maybe I learn to trust 
     Someone 
Maybe I learn to 
     Let it go 

Maybe Mother Mary will 
     Come to Me
( Beatle's song, Let It Be ) 
I used to sing that in "church"
But she wouldn't let it be -
At all . . . 
Had to control everything 
Including my song -
So I left 

And now something 
Else 
They say. . .
The next thing comes 
Around 
For us to learn from 
And when we've learned 
It leaves 
Until we're done -
And then -
We 

Get washed 

In the eternal breeze  . . .

Monday, July 21, 2014

Plans

"Man makes plans and 
The Gods laugh" 
So -
I must be a major 
Source of amusement 
     For them. 

Hopefully I'll get some credit 
For this . . . 

I had planned to be much more rich,
     Healthy, and beautiful 
Than this 

Or 

Dead by now 

Depending on what sort 
Of day it is 

Wondering "what the heck" 
Is wrong with this 
Picture 

Knowing there are people 
In war torn countries 
And I am happy I'm not -
But
Still there is this yearning 
This unsettled way of wanting 
Something more 
Something 
Spiritual . . .

Eventhough I know how to 
Go there 
It takes doing 
"There in lies the rub"

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Flying Lessons

💖 I've done it again
Danced till my feet are sore
Reluctant going into it . . :
Then I can't stop
Don't want to
And won't
And I'm flying
And I'm dying when a partner
Won't or can't yet -
Let go to the music

Just stick to it
Your feet will learn
And then you have entrance to
The clouds
The winged feet of Apollo
(Wasn't he the one?)

Just come again to the dance
Keep smiling
Keep trying
And soon you will be
There
And never again
Be alone
Or bored

If only more people knew
It doesn't take rocket science
To know
How to dance with a
     Rocket scientist

It does take courage
To begin
And more courage
To continue
And more courage for guys
To lead-
But it's worth it

So few know
This secret
This magic carpet
Ride
Just move
Just go
Get your shoes
And learn
To fly

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Titanic

A moment of joy
Snatched from the jaws 
     Of fate 
Would the Gods 
     Begrudge us 
     This?  

My favorite Tanguero 
      Is older 
Closer 
      To the end 
It is only more 
       Poignant - more 
Of the oneness 
      Of fate
More of the last dance 
      On the Titanic 
The cold water is rising 
      Around our feet 

And we cling together 
      And dance the dance 
      Of lovers 
( Which we never have been 
And never will be )

The fates, even 
      The Gods 
Do not understand this -
     " Don't they know they 
      Have been condemned 
      To death ?"

-To die 
In each other's 
Arms . . .

To be human 
So fragile 
So 
Temporary -
So alone 

Help me here -
To believe 
To understand
That there is some 
Way 
To understand
To cling 
To love 
To life -

This dance 
Brings in
The deepest parts 
      Of life -
Of love 
Of being here 
Of being Still -

Leave me alone 
With him 
For this dance 
At least 

He must hold me 
And I him -
We understand 
      Each other -
Now

If only 
This moment 
Could last 
Forever 
      -the world 
And all it's 
Problems 
      -held at bay 

There is a heart connection 
In this dance 
Like in 
No other