Years ago, being a sailor at sea, boredom was commonplace. I began what I call "thoughts on paper". Poetry? Not really. I cannot really classify it any other way. It is a way to put your thoughts down and embrace them, contemplate them, or simply walk away from them. Give it a shot. It can be very therapeutic.

Well you know what my thoughts are today....some have been of confusion....some of sadness...and some just wanting to understand....And through it all..I feel very blessed to have you in my life....thank you

friends
what are they?
it hurts to lose
none moreso than from within
pulling the spear from your chest
you raise your shield once again
prtect your heart
the shield is heavy
your arm will eventually lower from stress
exposing your heart for another blow
what or whom to watch for
smiles that hide a motive
those are the least obvious
drawing their bowstring with the sharpest arrows
friends

Just to clarify further, from my perspective this is a way to break often complicated feelings down to their simplest form and I find that when I do that, the answer if any, is screaming at me. I have been told I was simple so I guess this is right up my alley.

i think of Rumi and Shams of loss and becoming. i think of Edward Abbey and the Monkey Wrench Gang and Philadelphia and rebellion. i think of la Musee Rodin and of Paris on a summer day long ago when an innocent love blossomed during a long walk and of pizza baked on an open hearth pres du Jardin Luxembourg where i jogged at daybreak for weeks and a late nighttime visit to Sacre Coeur where i felt a presence.

WOW slowhand! You ot it!

Pensive this morning. Pensive and wistful. I may take a long walk at daybreak - again. This stuff happened to me and I remember it like yesterday - ok, well more like last week.

Smoggy skies, fireworks, loud noises
People in the streets, no water to bathe
People gone...
heart in shambles...I long for fresh air
Let me breath...let this dark cloud disipate
Why is that child peeing on the floor in the airport?
Oh that's right....no pampers
4 white walls...so tall so white...no color
Mom why would you do that?
Babies faces...my little monkeys
Joy...proud...unconditional..everlasting
Toes in the stream, cooling and refreshing
Freedom, is it just a word?.....
Loneliness...peace...uncomplicated
40 below...skies gray..void of the sun
Thank you Dad...
healing....

hey Denise

Wow! This one really took a nose dive.

There can NEVER be a nose dive when your friends make sure the water is deep enough to prevent THAT..lol
Speaking from one's heart can only make you MORE!

Cool, thx Iam!