Posts Tagged ‘#personal’

Short and more to the poetry side. I am a salesperson at this time. I imagine the words came from the need and/or ability of the sales person to show the glitter and hide the mud when demonstrating a product. It is easy to show a hundred things to back up a lie, but you can only find a few things to verify the truth.

Looking in the wrong place
Always at the wrong time.
Following right behind confusion.
She’s an old friend of mine.

Defending when I do the wrong things
In the right way.
Only doing the right thing
If I was paid.

Tired of Waiting for the Sun to shine.
I will light a giant torch and be on our way.
Always depended on friends of mine.
I have often been a burden,
But not today.

The answers seem hidden. Only if you look away.

I used to be the enhancer, the decorator.
The fixer with the mixer.
Never uncertain.
Another man behind the curtains
.

Science, not magical.
Mystical, not theatrical:
You will not hear me.
You will never see me.
I am the no one, behind everyone.

Tired of Waiting for the Sun to shine.
I will light a giant torch and be on our way.
Always depended on friends of mine.
I have often been a burden,
But not today. The answers seem hidden.
Only if you look away.

Defending doing the wrong things
In the right way.
Only doing the right thing
If I was paid.

Defending when I do the wrong things
In the right way.
Only doing the right thing
If I was paid.

Tired of Waiting for the Sun to shine.
I will light a giant torch and be on our way.
Always depended on friends of mine.
I have often been a burden,
But not today. The answers seem hidden.
Only if you look away.

Another oldie here. My lyrics and poetry often reference religions and their associated topics and phrases. Since my early adulthood, I began my rapid change in direction from an altar boy in the Catholic Church studying to become a priest or other station toward atheism. These are concepts most people around here recognize. My habit of stating the obvious does not reflect well on most religions as their flaws can be felt worldwide.

Even islanders from eons past knew there are other lands. Birds would cross continents in yearly marathons in the air. Most of us in the US know so little about anyone or anywhere not contained by its political borders. Beyond the ocean is of little consequence to many here. That leads me to consider what I would be like in a place with no rivers or lakes. How could I survive a frozen tundra or tropical swamp? If evil were the ruler would I want to live in torment? Would I be in a prison for the rest of my life? We judge from so far away on many levels and the laws of man are easily corrupted.

In earlier posts I mentioned I have a small pond in my back yard. There are a few plants in there and the few goldfish that survived a visit from a blue heron earlier this year! Over the years a bunch of wildlife visit the pond from time to time. Locally there has been an increase in the number of coyote over the last few years. No natural predator to threaten them, they are attracted to the white tailed deer, also in abundance (probably because I feed them lol).

Last week I managed to see a few coyote crossing my back yard. I grabbed my phone and shot this short video of the visitors. Soon after, I shot another video of a single coyote passing through. We hear a pack of them howling at night all the time. They follow the deer paths as you see them leave using the same bushes the deer use.

Below is a video of two bucks visiting recently. One stopped by for a drink and you can see the other use the path behind my house.

All this, and I am literally in the middle of the city!

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Fairly close to where I live is a man-made lake named East Fork Lake. I took my sister out for a little nature sight seeing and we were not disappointed in the colorful show as we explored the lake. I had to stop and take pictures with my phone from time to time. Here are a few pictures from last week I hope you enjoy.

It is even better to be surrounded walking under these giant splashes of color, but you can almost picture yourself here.

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And even more pictures from Spring Grove Cemetery and a Happy Halloween! A few special pictures thrown in for fellow bloggers jessyrocco, satyam rastogi and Reiko Chinen!

Every shot is worth taking. Each moment worth saving.

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Even the shortest journey
Has A Thousand Ways to stumble.
You fall, you Get Up.
There’s no need to be humble.

Years of effort and planning
Have A Thousand Ways to crumble.
The clues are all there;
Just listen to the rumble.

There’s only one way to build
And A Thousand Ways to fall down.
Lessons, from mistakes.
From cave, village and town.

History has shown us man
Still A Thousand Ways a clown.
You just left her there;
The bride in her wedding gown.

We tell our children all the rules
With A Thousand Ways we ignore.
Terrible choices
Eons and eons before.

Years from now you will find yourself,
Reliving more than A Thousand Ways.

A million decisions from billions of choices
Each one sings a melody, like a line from a song;
There is only one way to do it right
But A thousand Ways to do it wrong.

When you do all that you can
In A Thousand Ways you restore.
You will be happy when you look back
And see so much left to explore.