Soaking


Soaking

Her absence 
seeps into my being 
My closed eyes 
still seeing 
Staying with me 
after she has gone 
Her presence 
lingering on 
My bursting mind  
filled with her 
Pouring thoughts 
that easily concur 
Spilling into
my every word 
Soaked in moments 
In all that I heard

Shared emotions
in morning’s light
Drenched in the wake
of a satisfying night
Dark hair flowing
over a bare back
Laughs of knowing
The resistance we lack
Floating ideas
for the next first
Ways to satiate
our constant thirst
The mist of her eyes
before one last kiss
Her buoyant wish
for more of this

 

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Bursting

Bursting
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Only so many hours
in the day
Only so much time
for me to say
All of those words
that come to mind
To paint a portrait
of what I find
Insightful illustrations
of what I see
The bursts of life
inside of me
The ups, the downs
The ebb and the flow
The well-springs
of what I know
Churned up images
of fluid thought
Of what gets said
and what is not
All of the perception
that I can feel
Tones of my life
vivid and real
Influence and congruence
The patterns, the places
The people I meet
and their names and faces
Observations, interpretations
Details, I mentally store
The impressions and opinions
that I refuse to ignore
Extremes of emotions
like a creative rage
Bursting out of me
to the waiting page
Adrenaline and adjectives
The immediacy of an urge
Balance of a judgement
on the very verge
Constructive, controlled
Consequence to the noun
The weight of the words
eases me down
Explicitly extracted
from
rapid thought

From what can be said
and what cannot
All of the choices
that come to light
Rhythms of my life,
the wrong, the right

A tumultuous ride  
The message sent
A burst of sensations
in time well spent
Only so many hours
left in the day
Yet so much more
that I have to say
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Influence


Influence
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Spontaneity requires

time and place
Life does happen 
but you set the pace
   Opportunities progress  
from a simple notion
Even a clock 
is set in motion

Often…

We get caught up
in every day
Misplace our self
along the way
Routine and mundane 
by design
We are mindwashed 
to not cross the line

So…
Accept some risk

and question why
Take a chance
and just try
Inject substance
into time and place
Eyes wide open 
to the daily race

Remember…

Decision rights
belong to you
Influence the now
embrace the new

Increase your take
with all that you give

You are a work in progress
as long as you live

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Responsibilities
are a heavy load
Possibility
is an open road
A living thing
is compelled to feel

Even the hamster 
running the wheel

Often…

Rash decisions
carry a heavy cost
The wrong road 
will get you lost
Defining and difficult
by design
We are hesitant
to cross the line

So…
Accept the challenge
 and feel alive
Take the wheel
and just drive

The weight of choice
belongs to you
And the getting back
is a journey too

Remember…

Decision rights
belong to you
Influence the now
embrace the new

Increase your take
with all that you give

You are a work in progress
as long as you live


 

 

 




 

Infringement

         Infringement

Ideas float through the air
It’s a new age, once again
Some of them will never return
Cyberspace… is free reign

There is no concept copyright
Too sad if ethics are missed
Too bad re: common decency
Not tangible… doesn’t exist

Who cares where it came from
What was written, what was read
Just erase the trail of evidence
Then it’s he said… vs. he said


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However…
It can feel like a very small town
When that certain line gets crossed
The respect that you have gathered
Is compromised… and then it’s lost

It goes around and it comes around
Word will get out when it’s spread
Thought you already had problems?
Add this… to the mess in your head

We are both aware of the facts
And at least one of us cares
The one who will close his book
Reconsider… with whom he shares

It’s just a matter of talk and time
Your transparent cover will be blown
Guilty in the court of public opinion
Close the laptop… pick up the phone

There is a compromise to be had
Save face, lest the truth be known
A chance for you to make amends
To own up… to what you don’t own

Fresh

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Fresh

 I pull the second glove on
and away I go.

Anticipating that first wash
of fresh air
S
econd only
to the fresh air itself

Cold, and crisp, and refreshing.
Exactly the remedy I need.

Snapped directly into focus
and on my way
m
ind wide open
today, left behind

Irrelevant now really…
g
one with the gusts
g
one and forgotten

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The snow crunches under my boots
as I get going.

The meaningful part begins
with a
 fresh start
The same day
has fresh thoughts

Clean and clear, and refreshed.
Exactly the remedy I need.

The air fills my lungs
as I briskly walk
with my ideas
keeping me warm

Exhilarated now really…
words filling the air
snow flakes and words

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