Affecting

 

     An influential soul can affect a life. 
     If we are lucky, someone comes along when we are lost or misplaced and makes an impression that lasts a lifetime.  Sometimes all we need is a boost or a new direction to get us going on our way.  It is those people who realize that their influence has possibilities – and who realize that possibilities are endless — who affect lives. 
     Quite often, it is a teacher who is that influential soul. Your life path may be altered by their inspiration, motivation, imagination or subtle persuasion.
     The right person at the right time.

Affecting

It might be only one simple gesture
that changes the course of things

One turn of phrase, or turn in the road
One solid notion that a teacher brings.
An influential soul, who can affect a life
The extra yard, that goes an extra mile
The ability to inspire a want to aspire 
That singular soul, who finds the smile.

Positive thinking, meets untapped potential
Opening a mind, by opening a door 
Initiating the urge to take on the world
Lessening the less, to motivate the more.
 Noticing that possibilities are indeed endless
Giving more of yourself, despite the clock

The right person at the right time
You’re welcomed in, yet you always knock.

Making a difference in their world
by sharing what’s unique inside of you
That place where experiences live 
and understanding comes into view.
Where your common sense prevails
Expressed, in uncommon ways
Where your perception turns a page
and affects their future days.

Every year brings renewed opportunity
with a new group, beginning anew 
Fresh influences and malleable clay 
Shaping character with what you do.
You matter in these impressionable minds
It’s the substance that’s in your style 
Asking only for an honest effort 
You make it worth their while.

Inspiration found, with subtle persuasion
Motivation, to where you shine the light
Imagination, in the eyes of tomorrow 
  The vision to see the higher height.
Encouragement and understanding

Providing balance to their uphill climb
An unselfish stamp on an emerging life
The right person at the right time.

Making a difference in this world
by sharing the life inside of you
That place where experience lies 
and humility comes into view.
Where your common sense prevails
Expressed, in uncommon ways
Where perception turns an important page
and affects their future days.

For all the right reasons,
you affect the rhyme.
The right person
at the right time.

 

Advertisements

Silence

20160519_173129
Silence

 I hear the furnace kick in, on this cool morning.
An awakening nudge, from within the silence…
my creative silence.

It is then that I notice,
gradually notice more
The nuances of early morning
Just outside my door
The stillness of the lake
The shadows near the shore
A family of four ducks
And behind them two more
A peaceful place to begin my day
Alone, with some time to explore

A window to an opened mind.
A unique view, from within the silence…
my creative silence.

The façade of my introspection
Protective, but paper thin
Accessible, in the early morning
Without the voices or the din
An undisturbed opportunity
To summon, from within
The chance to visit places
Where I have seldom been
Insights, subtly perceptible
Like the drop of a pin

The sound of my ideas resonates,
clearly audible to me, from within the silence…
my creative silence.

Discernable refrains of thought
Echoing inside my peaceful shell
The intricacies of perception
From the depths of my well
The complexities of emotion
The conflicts that I must quell
Lost, and found, in the early morning
Immersed in what to tell
A place to elevate my opinions
Up from where they fell

I find my positive inspiration,
emerging, from within the silence…
my creative silence.

The early morning moves me
As the words start to flow
Drifting through the shadows
Like the ducks, in a row
Lines of innate substance
Gaining momentum as they go
Buoyant, lucid, more certain
Shedding inhibitions as they grow
Brought into the morning light
From this tranquil place I know

The quiet of the morning finds me here.
Where I can hear myself think…
within my creative silence.

 

Talker

20160213_144817[1]
Talker

Standing trial in plain sight
and dominating my news
Rubbing it in the face
of my moral views
A defense of discredit
with the dirt that it spews
Spitting out the seeds
that a narcissist chews

Smooth talker
talking your way
As much who you are
as what you say

Squeaky clean persona,
not what he seems
Taking his advantage
to filthy extremes

Guilty in the court of perception,
clear in the public eye
Allegation after allegation
and the numbers can’t lie
Powerless victims
to your privileged high
Objectifying and brutalizing,
then justifying why

Smooth talker
getting your way
As much who you are
as what you say

Taking your hold
from that lofty perch
The relentless entitlement
of your selfish search

I can’t begin to understand,
even know where to start
Unable to comprehend
as it tears at my heart
What allows a man to exploit
the capacity of his art
To take malleable lives
and rip them apart

Smooth talker
having your way
As much who you are
as what you say

Crumbling a fresh flower
just because you can
Holding her dignity
in the palm of your hand

 

 

Bursting

Bursting
20150721_175001[1]

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 get’s 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
beach-sky-black-white.jpg

Solitude

          tears bench
Solitude

 I choose time alone
when I simply want to be
nearer to myself
 my solitude and me

A discreet place to revitalize my mind
Leaving the mess of the world behind
Discovery within my solitary den
Deciding where and how and when
Choosing to get lost, in order to find
A matter of self-reflection, that’s undefined
A substance of silence that finds my pen
Feelings are sought and selected again

Paper and pen for SURE
I need to escape
to where I should be
closer to myself
 my solitude and me

Sometimes separation is a necessary place
Withdrawing my emotions at my own pace
Safer within my sole situation
Restrained inside my contemplation
Choosing to retreat, to my own space
Saving my words, while saving face
Distancing myself from temptation
Separating sense from sensation

IMG_0575
I seek out true serenity
  comfort in where I will be
right there beside myself
 my solitude and me

A secluded place where my soul can stay
Understanding the world, by turning away
Immersed within my distinct seclusion
Savoring quality time without intrusion
Choosing the hours, from day to day
 To do my own thing, in my own way
Lured by a tranquility that’s paper thin
My particular private selfish place within

IMG_20150427_123034[1]


I choose this time alone

so I can just be
content with myself
 my solitude, and me

This peaceful place where I have grown
Recognizing the richness of self-unknown
Perception within my mind’s eye
Seeing the strength and knowing why
Choosing to internalize, on my own
Joined by my thoughts, I am never alone
 Together we laugh, we learn, we try
Finding perspective with myself and I

 

black and white piano

Discretion

DiscretionIMG_20141102_142927[1]

Stopped instantly in your tracks.
Waves of shock and then disbelief.

Her picture right there for all to see
The headline, as plain as can be
Words that strike at your very core
Shaken by the thought of reading more
You dare to look, despite the knowing
Helpless to keep it all from showing
Putting your back against the wall
Needing support as your barriers fall

Because now,
you are weakened by what you’ve read,
and you can’t move ahead.


Staggered by this second-hand news.

An instantaneous jolt of clarity. 

Taken directly to a time and a place

Flashing back, to that perfect face
A playful smile you will never forget
The honest heart of your last regret
An ideal situation, some would say
Judged yourself and you walked away
A circumstance you left behind
Rarely ever crossing your mind

Until now.
You are taken aback by what you’ve heard,
but you can’t say a word.


Inhibited by the same weight of discretion.

Just as private as it was back then.

Age, and then distance, were both too far
You sullenly
remove your suit from the car
Knowing what no one else needs to know
That it’s far more respectful not to go
Keeping your distance is probably best
Questions to avoid in the eyes of the rest
Despite yourself, you know what to do
Closure is for the family, not for you

For now.
 You are constrained by the reasons why,
 so you cannot say good-bye.

 

IMG_20141103_124147[1]

A peculiar sensation of personal loss.
Over someone and something that you let go.

Finding yourself alone with your despair

Few who could really understand or care
Absolutely no shame in what you feel

Convenient secrets, you chose to conceal
Fleeting memories, you fought to dismiss
Coming around, when it comes to this
A conscious grip on things back then
You have to confront those choices again

But now,
you need time and space with what you know.
 Because you have to let her go…
again.

 

STORIES

70-Photographic_Camera_Lenses

STORIES


Let’s talk about “ this one thing that happened”.

We all have our stories
and they are shaped
by how we tell them.

Truth, and fiction

Resonant, and relevant

Memory and interpretation

We say what we filter
and we reveal our view
by what we’ve chosen.

Anything, or everything

Reserve, and unburden

Shame and pride

We turn the camera around
and tighten the focus
by pointing it at ourselves.

Observe, and record

Comment, and document

Impulse and exploration

We learn about the possibilities
and everyone plays a role
by being part of the story.

Expose, and suppose

Infusion, and confusion

Tact and responsibility

We leave scrutiny out there
and open for discussion
by inviting judgement.

Audience, and storyteller

Perceive, and deceive

Truth and fiction.

 

All about “ this one thing that happened”.

 

Alive

pic for Alive blog
Freedom rides alone, alive
Down the roads we seldom take
Tight corners past river banks
Leaving limitations in our wake.
Majestic forests line the way
Sweeping landscape to who we are
Time immersed villages we travel through
Long and winding path for our lives so far.
Things we see, things we now know
How we experience and how we grow
The subtle splendors in every direction
Nowhere too high, nowhere too low.
pic 4 Alive
Energized by inspiration, alive
Books that subsist inside our head
Ideas captured in vivid perception
Engrained vision of what’s been read.
Imagination fed by savory words
Hungry minds consume and then digest
Eager pages and palatable phrases
A comfort food course in a life long quest.
Things we taste, things we retain
How we evolve and how we remain
Until something new that consumes us
Nourishes our heart, nourishes our brain.
Alive 5
People who awaken us, alive
Those we meet who touch our being
That encourage our need to take a look
Alter the perception of what we’re seeing.
Opening our minds to welcome sights
Fulfilled by fantasies within our scope
An insightful view of why we exist
That giving person who thrives on hope.
Things we notice, things we cherish
Special qualities that we embrace
A crash course on how to be positive
A cloudless view, a peaceful place.
Pic3 for Alive
Affirmation brings me around, alive
Back to the adventure that I deserve
This awesome world of anticipations
Thoughts that stimulate my every nerve.
Fed by knowledge and understanding
Influenced by those we encounter each day
Absorbing the world we choose to live in
Yearning and learning along the way.
Things we thrive on, things we feel
How we accept and how we relate
Changing the course on this life’s road
Can’t even guess, can hardly wait.

Alive

Freedom rides alone, alive
Down the roads we seldom take
Tight corners past river banks
Leaving limitations in our wake.
 
Majestic forests line the way
Sweeping landscape to who we are
Time immersed villages we travel through
Long and winding path for our lives so far.
 
Things we see, things we now know
How we experience and how we grow
The subtle splendors in every direction
Nowhere too high, nowhere too low.
 
Energized by inspiration, alive
Books that subsist inside our head
Ideas captured in vivid perception
Engrained vision of what’s been read.
 
Imagination fed by savory words
Hungry minds consume and then digest
Eager pages and palatable phrases
A comfort food course in a life long quest.
 
Things we taste, things we retain
How we evolve and how we remain
Until something new that consumes us
Nourishes our heart, nourishes our brain.
 
People who awaken us, alive
Those we meet who touch our being
That encourage our need to take a look
Alter the perception of what we’re seeing.
 
Opening our minds to welcome sights
Fulfilled by fantasies within our scope
An insightful view of why we exist
That giving person who thrives on hope.
 
Things we notice, things we cherish
Special qualities that we embrace
A crash course on how to thrive
Cloudless view of a peaceful place.
 
Affirmation brings me around, alive
Back to the adventure that I deserve
This awesome world of anticipations
Thoughts that stimulate my every nerve.
 
Fed by knowledge and understanding
Influenced by those we encounter each day
Absorbing the world we choose to live in
Yearning and learning along the way.
 
Things we thrive on, things we feel
How we accept and how we relate
Changing the course on this life’s road
Can’t even guess, can hardly wait.
 
 

Lucid

I take a moment to reflect…
on the way she makes me feelLucid Lana 2
on her natural sexual appeal.
Exquisite eyes, a lucid mirror
and it’s what I see that’s real.

More to her that meets my eyes…
her curves where shape should be
her smile that stays with me.
Wisps of hair, a playful gaze
and imperfections I choose to see.

Wanting just to hold her close…
an instinctive need to protect
an urge that I did not expect.
She seems so alive, a pure soul
and a heart I won’t neglect.

With simple gestures and glances…
we share a moment of know
we see the path and take it slow.
Hand to cheek, a tender touch
and a bond that can only grow.

Back to the proper beginning…
to this place of hopeful and true
to this spark of me and you.
Starting with fun, on level ground
and this sense of something new.

Absence elevates our hungry minds…
so we satisfy what we implore
so we can barely close the door.
Enough for two, a passionate pair
and an appetite for so much more

Expectations set aside for both our sakes…
in an effort to suppress a race
in our steady measured pace.
Discovery our friend, a companion piece
and reservations that hold our place.

There’s only so much to say…
when we are in the new and now
when life controls what we allow.
Wishful words, a stop-gap measure
and the bridge to when and how.

No real hurry now that we know…
there is this time that’s on our side
there is much more we haven’t tried.
Lets enjoy each moment, a life journey
and just sit back and enjoy the ride.

%d bloggers like this: