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Off in the distance to the west,
The thunderheads are gathering.
A blust'ring breeze foretells the tale,
Of what will soon be happening.

The smell of damp earth fills the air,
A storm is coming there's no doubt.
The first few drops explode in dust,
As wind is whipping trees about.

The lightning's flash and thunder's roar,
From clouds so dark and ominous,
Enthralling beauty holds in awe,
Stirs feelings deep in each of us.

And then the clouds burst open wide,
Start sending torrents to the earth.
Thus quenching, drenching, pouring down,
To give us all a glad rebirth.

Someone asked me recently,
What was my favorite season.
I had to think on that a bit,
Which one and for what reason.

Autumn is so colorful,
Ah, the smell of burning leaves.
Pumkin pies and turkey legs,
Bright sweaters with long sleeves.

Winter's crisp and cold can be,
Quite refeshing too, you know.
Gutters hung with icicles,
Over freshly fallen snow.

Swimming in the summer time,
With bikinis and short-shorts.
Lemonade and car'mel corn,
While we're watching summer sports.

But raking leaves can be a chore,
Shov'ling snow, attacks can bring.
Summer sun and heat may burn,
So that only gives the spring.

Tender, sweet young limbs unfurl,
With bloom shyly opening.
Moss spreading ov'r gentle knolls,
Ah, the loving kiss of spring.

Have you ever stopped to
notice when mixing colors
what miracles are performed?

How it is possible for
red and green to produce brown
while red and blue, a purple hue.

What is it that prompts one to
create one pair versus another
when either pair will do?

Reds and blues, full of surprises.
Caution’s yellow, a more predictable blend,
easier for the eye to understand when seen.

Life perspectives, achromatic colors
whites, blacks and grays
rights, wrongs and somewhere-in-between.

To lighten in value, white is added
to darken, black
enhancing the original hue.

the difference being a tint versus shade
with value riding in the balance
bright or dull, intensity bound.

Amazingly, it takes a lot of white
to make a noticeable difference
but, of black, only a drop or two.

Life goes round and round
like the color wheel
somewhere in the mix, our colors found.

On the mountain
he stood
the winter ice winds
his only moving companion

his hair sweeping across his face
like dark veins mapping their course
his eyes dark and deep,
like black opals set deep within in its caves

they mirror the dark of night

his curved sensuous lips now resting with no smile
his defined face empty of emotion
raising his head he looks across the landscape
all thoughts just a kaleidoscope

but a safe place to escape

devouring his mind for reasons why
tears flowing
heart crying
soul empty

Knowing soon
he thought

"there shall be no turning back
as all was tried"

"my beautiful beautiful sweet love"

"I say goodbye"

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Feral words that demand freedom
Strain against the trap of my heart;
Wild eyed and stomping,
They quiver, whirl and falsely start.

They struggle in their confinement
Jostling, circling they seek escape;
Round the perimeters
They somehow form and shape.

Feral words that demand freedom
Have charged and broken down the gate;
Bucking and snorting,
They run blindly into their fate.

A great abyss swallows them whole
They run through the bit and it's pull;
Never to be seen again
Words escaped from a heart too full.

Macie Mae is a happy soul
She will play with anything she can
She bounds endlessly across the yard
without a care or a plan

She finds such delight
In an old sock, bottle, or a ball
Throw a stick to her hearts content
Macie will give you her all

Her big, heavy tail wags constantly
Sending many objects crashing to the floor
She looks at me sadly, spies the cat
Havoc forgotten, she races off once more

Macie is a friend, her love is real
She knows when I feel alone, afraid or sad
She lays down beside me, her head upon my chest
as if to say "Come on its really not so bad"

I truly love that big, goofy dog
Some may not understand why
She has such a gentle, playful heart of gold
living life, Just thankful to chase the butterflies

I first thought about it in eighth grade
This world population was getting too big
Back when Jesus was around it was only 200 million
That was what mother nature intended
They discovered cures for things that kept us in check
Now we are a virus on this wonderful planet
We got too smart for our own good it seems
We'll be 7 billion by the end of 2011
I shouldn't care about this but it hurts
The jobs and the animals are being destroyed by it
The water, the air, the plants and animals are being destroyed by it
So I recycle, I don't litter, I do what I can
but I feel like a samonella bacteria
confused and choking on the crap of all the others
How big will we get?
Will we ever go to Mars?
Will we ever find a solution?
Or will we just recycle another soda bottle?

When sailing on the ocean
One can term the sea of life
Calm waters soothe my vessel
Sea breezes softly blow
But when storms rise
Lifting waves up high
Storms touching me
Buffeted, blown
Driven off my course
Damaged by wind and rain
Where our way is lost
Lighthouse near the shore
Seen you there before
Shine your light to see
Keep me from the rocks
Where on tempest tossed
And hope sometimes lost
Let your light shine
In that midnight hour
When our lives are struggling
With issues deep and diverse
Holding to a fraying rope
Til the troubles past
For the wind must ease
And the rain of life must end
Cannot rain forever
Theres a rainbow somewhere near
Till the morning come
We pick up once again
As we journey on the sea.



Comments

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caroljoyce Manchester, Greater Manchester, England UK
Mon Jul 26, 2010 12:45 PM CST
Very well expressed heartfelt write. A blue colour would have helped

agoodguy2have suffolk, Virginia USA
Mon Jul 26, 2010 7:53 PM CST
liked it serpico, could feel the storm of your words. thank you. ;-)

wasted body, wasted word
the spider weaves pre-winter web
wasted time is too absurd
time of life does flow and ebb

good for you, good for me
falling into the whole
good for things we cannot see
lose ourselves beyond control

harvest time upon autumn fields
crisp cool of morning and twilight
gather fruits of summer's yields
big buttery sun and blue sky light

there's more to life than what's to be
the best nature of what we can find
looking for self that others may see
to be helpful to each other in kind

© agoodguy2have 2010-09-16

alone....
as I have no past, I have no future.
far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, their somber wishes never learned to stray, along the cool sequestered vale of life, they kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
yes! in the sea of life inisled, with echoing straits between us thrown, dotting the shoreless watery wild, we mortal millions live alone.
do you believe in the life to come?: mine was always that.
o born in days when wits were fresh and clear, and life ran gaily as the sparkling river. before this strange disease of modern life, with it's sick hurry, it's divided aims, it's heads o'ertaxed, it's palsied hearts, was rife fly hence, our contact fear!
the unbought grace of life, the cheap defense of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone. that sensibility of principle, that chastity of honour, which felt a stain like a wound, which enobled whatever it touched, and under which vice itself lost half it's evil, by losing all it's grossness.
you will think me lamentably crude: my experience of life has been drawn from life itself.
for all men have one entrance into life, and the like going out.
to pass over youth in dull indifferance, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day may be old. for my part, my youth may wear and waste, but it shall never rust in my possession.
all animals, except man, know the principal business of life is to enjoy it.
our life is determined for us and it makes the mind very free when we give up wishing and only think of bearing what is laid upon us and doing what is given us to do.
as I stared the assorted meannesses and failed promises of life straight in the face...they stared back.
I put the muzzle of the revolver into my right ear and pulled the trigger.
I was out by one.
I remember an extraordinary sense of jubilation, as if carnival lights had been switched on in a drab street.
my heart knocked in it's cage, and life contained an infinite number of possibilities.
so......
what three of all shall I entertain, or shall entertain me?
I am ignorant of absolute truth, but I am humble before my ignorance and therein lies my honour and my reward.
I'll take the sea, the sun, and the sand.