Dronin' On and On

Singularity Does Not Exist

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Next to People

I live for the solace of time off, time alone

Clawing through the weeks to find the few precious moments of my own

Solitude, the prize for doing

I was always the hopeless romantic

Searching for the one true love

The love to end all, to complete, to become one of two that make one

It seems that this longing is gone from me

Only in the quietest moments of discovery do I look to share with another

Fewer and fewer moments like this

For me now the solitude, the peaceful quiet of singularity is what I seek, what I cherish

Memories of love once cherished

Thoughts of loves past and seemingly unfinished

Ghosts that haunt with less and less frequency

It feels ok

The few friends that remain seem to think it’s not

Maybe the reason for the brevity of love is that it is not meant for me

Maybe the reason is that I only felt I should

Floating lazily upon the springtime waves

Warm sunshine on my face in between the storms

Content to live in silence, “….not a word I heard could I relate….”

No more searching for her smile

No more longing for the sparkle in her eyes

No more desire for the warmth of her body against mine

Embracing the solace of time off,

Time alone,

Time to be without compromise or exception

Living next to people, not with people

5/28/2018

A Year and Two Months Ago

Old Friends Together Again

Old friends and pleasant journeys back up into the trees

Cool breezes blow across my face

Owls calling from the trees

Waiting on the seats to slurp Ramen

More and more we wander through the hipster dives of college town

We savor Ramen delight

We drink down tasty beverages like we always have

And end up out on the back porch sharing tales of life not spent together

It all weaves together back once again like we had never been apart

Even though there are tales we didn't hear at the time

And again here we find common ground

A toast to friends of old together again

The taste of chocolate and bourbon intermingled

My palette sings the praises of a night of taste and smell

Fixed gear bikes, bearded hipsters, craft beers and unusual cocktails float by

End up on the porch with owl calls and big noises

Cat piss smells and Beasel longing for attention

Long ago since last these things were all aligned

Breathe deep this moment

Savor the familiarity and the greatness

Carry on this greatness as part of who you are, who you've become, and the great life you have been witness to

Love in the world, love in the time of hate and separation

Be the change you want to see

10/28/16

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Just Say Goodbye

It’s hard to let go

Even when it’s the best thing for all of us

It’s hard to let go

Even when the pain is so great

Hard to let go of the love that you know

Even when it’s poisoning your soul

You taught me so much

You straightened me out

You loved me and helped me along

Somewhere along that winding road you lost the love that you showed

Tonight I sit and cry into my glass

I remember so much of the good and the bliss

But when we are together all is so negative and you only show me anger, I only feel rage

It’s hard to let go

Even when it’s the best for us all

I must wander along and find my new bliss

It hurts me so much to see the hateful things that you say

I wanted to call and defend myself but what good would it do

We both know the things that are true

It’s hard to let go

It’s hard to let go

Especially when everything tells you that you must

I love you my darling and I wish you the best

I hope only good things find where you rest

It’s so hard to let go even when you must

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5/1/16

5/1/16

Winds Across the Blue Sphere

With each passing day I enjoy the ocean’s ways

The rolling waves,

The winds that blows across the sphere from the four directions,

Far and near

The sound of gentle breezes and lapping waves

The furious howling gales and crashing static of the mighty ocean swells

The macrocosm from which we rose

Sprawling out across the lands from sea to sea

Through the beaches, prairies, and forests

But always back to the ocean, back to our eternal home

With each passing day I am shaped and softened

Each grain of sand blown across my skin

Every wave that washes me clean again

The static of the waves wearing away the tensions of the modern life

The ocean like the mother she is

Gently shaping us and guiding through her examples

Harshly scolding when we do not follow wisely

But always there to see us through

From beginning to end

7/30/17