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[Lorenz’s Butterfly effect:

In chaos theory, the butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions; where a small change at one place in a nonlinear system can result in large differences to a later state. For example, the presence or absence of a butterfly flapping its wings could lead to creation or absence of a hurricane.]

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As the sand on the dunes of the desert shifts, so do we,
Layer upon layer, we are Shifting in and out of character,
Much like Shakespearean artistes of yesteryear,
Puppets in an eternal dream…


Our moods are as fickle as an elevator,
One moment up, next moment down,
An inane word here, an inane look there,
Give rise to emotional typhoons,
No less potentially destructive in their effect than their tropical counterparts in the northwestern part of the Pacific Ocean bearing between 180° and 100°E …


You may be sitting on your sea-shore balcony, politely minding your own innocent business, enjoying organic coffee and chocolate-raisin-stuffed-Polish candy with your beloved, when out of nowhere your emotional equilibrium is shattered… By what cataclysmic event? The young woman on the floor below and across you naively flashes an ivory-flavored thigh as she cleans her floor…
She’s blissfully unaware of the cyclone of lust she’s unleashed in the up-to-then idle male eyes…
Wow!!! Talk about a Shift…, talk about the ‘butterfly’ effect, sigh…


This same irredeemably masculine mind, may, just a few hours later, be listening to Neale Donald Walsch’s live net seminar broadcast from halfway around the world, allowing itself to be meditatively taken to g_d’s bosom, and, experience the omnipresent peace of divinity…,
As spaced out as any Saibaba devotee reclining at the master’s feet…


Shifting…


Or, you may be routinely stepping out of your apartment complex for a greasy gyro at the corner on a Mediterranean Friday night, when, suddenly, from across the boulevard, melodious jazz tunes caress your eardrums…, emitted by a saxophone player at the wine boutique,
Like a lamb to the thrilling slaughter, you go and imbibe of the complementary French Cabernet Sauvignon and sundry aperitifs,
Chatting idly with the leggingly-alluring Russian hostesses doesn’t hurt either…
You surrender, this time, to an enticing and mellow Shift, but, what a Shift from a run of the mill greasy gyro…


Shifting…, shifting…, shifting…,
Such are “…the days of our lives…”, rolling on inexorably, “…like sands through the hourglass…”, with apologies to NBC…


Happy Shifting…

I traveled so much in my life.
I lost sometimes shores in the sea.
I rocked and been shaken in skies.
In steppe I was scorched by freeze.

But heart knew not peace as it roamed
And urged to advance, straight on go.
On road – I was dreaming of home,
At home – I dreamed mostly of road.

When tiredness took hold of me
I sang about roads trod in life.
I missed love when happy, in bliss.
I missed sorrow much when in love.

And heart never stopped in its search.
It seemed as if planet was small.
I missed cold so much when it snowed.
I missed warmth so much in sun’s glow.

And heart, silly heart, did not know,
When bothered and pestered me so,
That all that it missed, it searched for,
Was you, merely you, nothing more!

A thousand steps
walking a crooked fence
Memories sauntered slowly,and then they sped,
As thoughts of you,
Circled round and round in my head..
The essence of you..
So near yet so far..
And always with you,
It was about that old car..

My thoughts returned to 1979,
An old 69 dodge dart..
Was it black?
or was it blue?
But in your eyes..
Always shinging and new.

You washed it, you polished it,
So proudly you did display,
To anyone who stopped to comment,
To anyone who stopped to say..

How beautiful is your baby,
And man she's a star..
Oh how I wished back then,
I was as beautiful to you,
as your car.

When we were young and reckless
Our hearts tripped
Across broken midnight
And stolen gold.

Walking in the city
Late one night
I saw traffic light reflections
On wet cobblestones.

The neon and hot amber
Of the summer's night
Rain-slicked red/green
Hues reflected
Cast me back in time-
We were in love then.

It all seems long ago
I walked through streets
Of the city night
When I loved you.

When things were
At their blackest
Adolescent meaning
You rescued me.

When all seemed hopeless
Or too hard
You appeared
In this first innocence, our love was.

And we are older now
We've lived an infinity
Of different lives
Still, I remember.

When two hearts
In their first
Flush of youth
Find their trust.

Be glad that we could love
Even once now
I think that I might know
What they mean by angels.



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There's a place, that holds my heart
Where my life journey, once did start
Crossing a nearby bridge, I would feel
Soon I'd be home, my security seal

All I believe, about a special place
Now a memory, not eyes will trace
Stands majestic, and powerful too
On river's edge, bridge holding clue

Over the ages, inspired images hold
Gifted moments, historically bold
A wharf carried, my family's name
Part of a business, in family fame

Barges would carry, to London's larder
Dry Goods and wet, supplier to a wider
Community-clients, in lifestyle lived
Imported goods, or what they'd fished

From Whitstable down river, was shipped
To wharf now forgotten, in city picked
Supplying shellfish-oysters-wet fish
London's residents, could sample dish

Tower Bridge, Gothic Victorian masterpiece
Awe inspiring, iconic power never cease
By London's Tower, prison-castle that stands
Guarding London City, its historical land

No longer a prison, or where kings live
To lovers of history, it continues to give
Inspiration and magic, from all that past
Preserved-protected, so the icon must last

Everytime i look at you i see
my past my present and my future
all wrapped up
so perfectly.

It would be so easy just to be with you
To say good-bye to all of the reasons why..
It could never work with him..
And yet,even now..
I can't seem to say good-bye..

He can't make me happy. not like you could
He could never be the man I need
not the way you would

His love is superficial
and I guess that so am I..
Why else would I hang on
just to hear his pretty lies..
When I know in my heart of hearts
I should walk away.. just say good-bye.

A million dollar smile
cant disguise his cold black heart .
He may momentarliy light up the room..
but his smile can't light the moon..
not like you do..

A pretty face, cannot erase..
The cold black heart inside..
I can't believe that I have become
so meager and so shallow within..
But I guess that I have become what I despise..
It would seem I'm just like him..

Trading a beautiful face..
for love's warm embrace
And overlooking all I have ever wanted
and still I push it away..
Ignore the true beauty that lies within.

And what does this say about me..
Oh how I long to be set free
From this shallowness,
that eats away at me..
And from his cold and so blackheart.
That holds me captive..
In it's cold embrace.
A Beautiful face..
Can never take the place..
Can not begin to erase..
A cold black heart.

I looked across the empty barren field
Where the land seemed to lay silent and still
Remembering a time when it once yield
Now everything seems destined to be killed

I knocked on your door then let myself in
Emptiness was found took my breath away
My heart cried "Where oh where are you my friend"
Did you leave before I could come today

Closing the door wasn't easy on me
Had to let the land lay fallow awhile
Sometimes you must just let the world be
You don't just give up and throw in the towel

Returned to the field to plant some more seeds
The harvest is growing don't see a weed




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I bought them when I was little
Candy Cigarettes
I walked to the store in Rivervale, Arkansas
About a couple blocks from my Gramma Clay's shack
They came in a box that resembled real cigarette boxes
They were hollow
If you blew on one end
White powder would come out
It resembled cigarette smoke
The one end was red
It resembled the hot ash
You can't buy them anymore
They call them candy sticks
They have no ash
They have no red tip
Oh how I wish it were not so
How I miss those Candy Cigarettes

If I could find a way to poof you all here
It would be for the party of the year
See it is the day of my very own birth
On the 25th November some thirty odd years before
That's when I came to this earth
Sometimes I wished I was a mermaid
Sometimes even a bird
At times I wished to be a fairy
But still, I'm happy to be me.
There are things I've seen
And things I'd done
Places I wish I'd never been
But even so
One thing I know
I am still a queen
Might have tilted my crown
Walked on my hands
And
Stood upside down
Laughed at the world
And cried too
When for no reason I feel blue.
But this year has sure been a test
Yet I know I am still on a quest
To make my mark and carve my niche
On society
Is my only wish.

Lying out on Pensacola Beach under scorching rays
while engrossed in TK101 Rock my mind strays
As I lie sweating profusely burning sand covers me
some found my eyes negating opening them to see

Startled I quickly raise up to rid sticky body of the grit
I wipe my stinging eyes managing to open them a bit
After focusing I see this Goddess starring down at me
her resplendence far greater than any desired fantasy

I then heard "I'm so sorry" in the sexiest possible voice
"Can you ever forgive me" like that was even a choice
I'm struggling to process this Venus of genuine mystique
brain's screaming respond but I'm too stupefied to speak

Again saying I'm so sorry as she's turns to walk away
she glanced back and winked saying "see you someday"
If we cross paths again words won't be so hard to find
I'm certain visions of she will never escape my mind

When I lay back down thoughts run rampant in my head
F.Y.I... I did get to see her later that evening while in bed