Musings

"The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of Divine accident." Sir Hugh Walpoe

Smoke

That sweet smoke ever drifting

Into my thoughts every second

Born to churn the lung chimneys

Feed the machine

Feed the addiction

Than you're stuck forever

What else can I smoke

To create that smoke

I so desire daily

Feed the machine

Feed the addiction

Slipping deeper

Strangely sweeter

Purple plums

Make me comes

Along the cheery river!

Takes more to miss it

Than to feed it.

So why fight it so much?

Is it worth it?

Such a weakling

Such a pussy

Just want to smoke 

Makes me pissy

For just a toke

Maybe a poke

Smokey is stokey!

Dance of the Bleeding Grape

Dancing to the blood of a bleeding grape
Singing a song of long lost hope
Tears trickle down life's streams
Lakes of joy await at end
Another branch so rarely traveled
We jingle.

A moan follows the drifting winds
Sentinels tower above earthy visions
Tangled webs are weaved
Our skin ablaze in the ecstasy around us
Sun streaming, rain washing, wind lifting
We soar.

Peering over the ridge she smiles
A brightness amid the dark
Muddied waters clear and settle
Foggy bottoms lifting away to memories' island
Limbs hugging luscious welcomes
We love.

Still the bleeding grape lends signs of future days
The mind settles into blissful mists
Fall away the puffs are catching me
Forward momentum into the unknown
Just take another sip
We like.

Here to There

A step, a stop
Or time, it seems
Plod ahead, never stop.

A glimpse of bliss
Beneath my soles
Without a thought they barely kiss.

Head empties high
A blur to me
Distance gone by.

A gathering ahead
To trek the trail, or else
Endless runs unsaid.

A search of fate
Chance awakens what slept
Or too late?

A breeze grabs what worries
A smile creeping in
Unnoticed the flurries.

Misty eyes
A moment lost
Worry dies.

The feet know, and will always show
Everything is reachable
If only we go.

Loud Clouds

It has to be the way I see
A glimpse long past the singing blue
Alive to hear the crying few
Talking from within the tree
A breeze is catching hold of me
Erasing all the mystery

I must realize the ride is free
Songs skimming along the breeze
Its high time to ride the high seas
I'd like to welcome thee
For you're the key
To being me

Just don't forget to hold my hand
When memories slide beneath the rest
Letting go is only best
Thrust your feet in tomorrow's sand
Let go the flow, ignore whats planned
A selfish act that must be banned

Quite the site when things are bright
On darker days, knowledge hides
Longer shadows, sleepy eyes
Ive had my fight with the light
Long since lost that sight in favor of the light of night
Not yes or no but only might

Can't help but hear your steps behind
Ready to plunge
A springing lunge
I manage to gasp, the pain is kind
Was always what I meant to find
Cracklin caps  its time to unwind

Behold the depths of liquid bliss
A token of thought escapes the mist
A gentle breath once was kissed
Hollowed out heads, sis
No one will really miss
When finally I cease to piss

A fuzzy dream of hazy times
Long lines of tears try to find the skies
I can almost make out the color of your eyes
Take me down your list of rhymes
Sweetness of those sour limes
Only hinting of the ultimate sublimes

I cant help but smile
I hope you can stay awhile
I really like your style