Still on the subject of swings

 

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It was a stormy day as I walked the shore and came across a simple rope swing hanging down from the limb or a tree.  With the rope dangling in the water, it did not move with the wind but rather with the sea. I thought how sad it would be to be a swing with no one to take a seat and have the fun it was intended for. Then I was transformed in mind to my time as a child and the first swing I remembered.  I could not be much more than four living somewhere in Virginia in an apartment made of brick on the lowest floor.  We looked out onto a sea of grass and beyond the great wilderness made of trees.  At its edge a man made path traversing Islands of humanity and of course intersecting the end of the street.  it was there that hung from a massive tree a simple rope swing.  It was hanging onto that rope swing I learned I could fly and it was at the bottom of the hill which dropped of below I learned that landing sometimes hurt and laying their looking into the sun and seeing faces I swear were angels I could not figure out why they said I was not dead.  I know now it was because my bones was made of rubber back then.

 

As time passed I perfected the art of flying and landing of course all thanks to swings. But better than all those flights was my first tandem with I can not remember her name but I do remember the laughter and smile on her face matched mine.  I guess that was where I got hooked.  Swings to took on a whole new look.  Oh God, you have let me see the simplicity of life once again all thanks to the swing.  If I had another chance I think I would have skipped the soccer, football and baseball games and stuck with the swing and ran away with the circus and then I could have called it a trapeze.

 

But alas it did not happen and now in my later days, well with two bad knees and back that agrees with the right hip, I can only look upon this lonely swing and reminisce and pray that a child comes along and finds the same laugher and maybe not the splatter that I found upon my swing.  Makes me also think maybe I do not have to totally give up as I did see a porch swing and I bet in my graying years and hopefully someone to laugh with a smile on her face as we forget about our years.

 

The Swing

There is a place
by the sea
where there stands
a tall tree
with branches
of great size
spreading out
to meet the sky.  

Providing shade
for creatures
of varying size.
As during a storm
while walking by
a simple rope swing
with my eye
I did spy

For a moment
I said
What the hell
I paused
For a mere moment
To think
If it could speak
What stories
Would it tell.

So as I
Make my leave
For an evening treat
It is always good
To ponder life
And put yourself
In someone else's
Seat.

So This is Why Great Grandma Ate the Fruit

I have heard 

The same story

Year after year

Though some
Do not believe 

It is said 

That one of my great grandmas 

Did like to streak

Through the garden

She would

Run 

Making her poor

Dear husband 

Give chase

One day

She did pause 

And Linger under

A fruit tree

Filled with passion

And there 

She met a serpent 

Who did like 

To speak

He did point out 

That forbidden fruit

And it looked so sweet

In her desire

Feeling the heat 

She took

Only a nibble

And her poor husband

Catching up

His vision filled with her

And hungry as well

Accepted it gladly

And he too fell

  

Now all these years later

I was walking through 

The garden like forest

Better known 

As my back yard

There I saw this snake

I say to myself 

So

This is the reason

Why

As the world fades

Quiet
has set in
on my life
this chilly autumn morning
The world fades
from my thoughts
my eyes  
I see not
the beauty
that once danced
before my eyes.
Gray shadows
Take her place
She has gone
From my memories
Appearing
Only as a mist
In deep recesses
Down deep
In my soul
The light
Which once brightened
My days
Fades with time
As the world fades

The Meadow by The Sea

Here
I lay
On the grass
In the meadow
By the sea
Life is magnified
To unforeseen
Clarity
In its most
Unadulterated state
Like the tides
Slow undulations
In its
To and fro
There is an
Ebb and flow
Then my vision
Abruptly halted
By the passionate roar
Of some unseen beast
Reality sets in
It is time for my dinner

The Sweet Caress

Movement
I see
Like ripples of pleasure
Upon the wind blown sea
Miniature waves
Rise an fall
In the ebb and flow
Of the consent caress
Of the two lovers
The wind and sea
Then in one moment
A violent eruption
The two intertwined
In an explosion
Of foam and mist
Then back to the
Gentle caress
In the sweet embrace
The wind again blows
On the shimmering skin
Of the untamed lover
The sea
And there is
Movement


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This City

Tis' been

A fine thing

Seeing the life

As a I cross this sea

Coming and going

Like the tide

But alas 

It is a sad thing

As soon

I will 

Not be seeing

The grand sight 

Of you

And to not participate

In the hustle and bustle

Of such a fine lady

Will be missed

But do not cry

If one day

I do not come

As i will remember 

Fondly 

Strolling the boulevards,

Through the parks 

Into the marketplace

And along the shore 

By the sea

It is not a bad thing

But let use just 

Enjoy what time 

We have left 

As I hate 

Saying goodbye

No Wonder!

So once again I am at that point where I am having a clarity of thought, and realizing why this country I love is imploding.  Just heard on the news Mr. 700 club himself has declared it okay to divorce if you are a selfish jerk when your spouse gets to the point they start losing their memory as that is a form of death.  Dam why make excuses if you can't handle that just be real and tell the truth you being whoever Mr. Pat Robertson is talking too in order to get you to open your wallet and write him a check, just admit you are a selfish shallow bastard and move on, then when it is your time to stand before the Good Lord you will at least know you have been honest even if we already know you can not keep your word.  Yes that is what I think of divorce it always stems from at least one half of the whole being a shallow self centered jerk and I am not saying it is only one half as sometimes it is both halves.

The reality is before you say yes and then I do, think through the entirety of the meaning and all the possible scenarios if you find yourself saying no I will not be able to lay down my selfish pride, walk away better yet run.  Of course I know the heart of men most unless they have been taught self control will not, women I can not speak for as I still have not figured out what makes them do the things they do.  

My prayer for Mr. Robertson is that he loses the ability to articulate what he is thinking and people think he has lost his ability to remember and he finds himself getting dropped by his better half.  Maybe I am being mean but when a man in his position will not stand by the wife of his youth and the mother of his children shame on him.

In the end all I can say it is no wonder with men of god like this that our children are turning their backs on the very foundation of our country and chasing after the lusts of their flesh.

The Stagehand Wars continue

The stagehand wars continue, a company which recently chose not to pay me on time, has now recontacted me about doing another show.  My reply was I will do so when on paper they have agreed to my rates. For some reason I do not think that will happen any time soon.  So I guess I will be missing the Peter Frampton show.  No worries there is always the union hall, and they pay.

Today

Today
Sitting by the creek
Man made sides
Making it flow faster
Salmon should be running
Never again
Kind of sad
Makes me think
Of faces
I will never see again
Friends
Who for a time
Swam in the same direction
As I
In the stream of life
Never
Will I again traverse the same time and place
Life will continue to move on
Then I will be gone
Like the fish in the stream
I am watching
Pass me by

The Past Ten Years

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A journey taken, a future uncertain

How do I tell this story, I do not know.  Tell it, though, I must. For this I now know is my purpose and the reason I lived when others died.  It is the reason I have travelled for miles almost forgetting where the path I have taken began.

There was a day...

As I look around me each day, I like to find something to inspire.  Some days are harder than others.  I was thinking about this last night as I watched a child looking out the window on the ferry I like to take when my schedule allows. This child was in awe of everything, her parents on the other hand not so much.  Yes they gave the cursory answers to their daughter's excited exclamations but in the fact they could care less was evident to me.  As I watched I wondered how many times was that me, I will not even bother asking my daughters as I already know the answer. There was a day...

The flip side is that when I was a child getting passed from family to family, there were those who encouraged my curiosity and of course there were those who I think wondered what in God's green creation was wrong with me. The point I suppose I am trying to make is in order to encourage the children I need to stop and listen to the Sea Lion, to watch the bees as they buzz from one flower to another.  I need to watch the young eagles soar for the first time.  I suppose though on those days when I am so tired when my youngest has questions not to diminish them by my lack of interest because there was a day...

To see the world through our dimmed down and tainted eyes tends to remove the wonder in the simple things in life.  Getting caught up in frivolous and mundane pursuits that we think mean so much when in the greater scheme of life they are nothing more than occupiers of our finite time has caused me, I know, to miss many a miraculous sight.  I for one at the end of my life do not want to be the one who says if only, because there was a day...

In hindsight even our more mature pursuits I believe have been over complicated with way too many debates and our own cynicism when life should be lived and enjoyed.  Definitely do not want to be that guy who looks back and says there was a day, sorry I missed it.

I don't know

So in the course of an average year there are those shows which make me yawn.  This week is the first of this season. Yes it is about fish which many people would go hot damn that is something I want to be a part of.  In reality it is just a group of mostly men looking at chart or following a tagged fish and trying to decipher what the information means.  In the end they are just putting dots on a map and to pat each other on the back they listen to each other tell what they learned about their particular fish. It seems to me that during this process it is decided where the best drinking and eating can be done and with a few the best mating potentials.

They are fish just swimming in the same stream. to afraid to admit they would not know how to survive in another lake or stream.  So what does it all mean; I don't know.  Yes I am willing to admit I don't know.