JOURNAL

This journal is dedicated to whatever rolls across my mind and to those who listen. Thank you.


Sunday, May 15, 2011

black glove

i stood on the beach in the sand facing the ocean. massive black sea before me with rolling crested crashing waves pounding the shore. voluminous, thick, looming dark blanket of clouds reaching from the sea towards land. a menacing black hand as i could not differ sea from sky, sliding closer. mother nature asserting herself at the will of the universe. black mass, one if by land 2 if by sea. 3 if by sky. got u on all sides.
this glove slowly reaching for land
this glove if u c shall understand
power is mighty, power is grand, look all around u this is all part a plan
not here for nothing, how can u say
look round fool, how do u explain our way
stop the doubt and insecure
cut the shit, fuck demure!
call it out, what is ur name?
assert urself here now
make ur own claim
life is ur's, for u to live
throw ur hands up, learn how to give
learn to surrender, stop the fight
get more with sugar baby than a world of salt might
heed my words, mistake none for trite
listen now, please;

we are free from fight, when we learn love, love, love, and see the light.

:-)

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Sandy is a Friend

Dear Sandy,

I wanted to tell you for the short time i've known you you've brought me joy whenever our paths crossed. A brilliant lady; your warm smiles and quick hello's were enough to keep me sailing high and by. you seemed to live by your own rules. no shit. no drama, just you and your great light.

I don't even know your last name. Suppose that's not as important as the imprint you have left on me. Thank you for that.

Please know you'll be missed. And thank you for affecting my life. Thank you. I will always think of you fondly and i will miss you. perhaps our paths shall cross again. Until then your memory is my fuel for life.

See you again.

your friend,

Tim