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I feel the Earth
Is the violin.
The sea is the bow.
With the pulling of the
Waves is the pulling of
The bow. One last pull
Of my waves like my
Life before the strings
Break and the wood
Of the violin is burned
To ashes.

I had just turned sixty, when it all began.
It descended like a rainfall and
progressed to out of hand
I started getting help

to keep up house and chores
Do ashes, dust and
Sometimes mopping Flores.
It was all so very nice
Until she said, once or twice
"I just love it when I
See you drinking Water"
And "Here let me help you
Put your clippies on."
Just like a two year old.
She thought I fit the mold.
She was only seeing numbers,
Not my state of mind
Or even flow of speech.

lying in my wooden skiff
I watched the clouds roll by
And listened to the water
Slaping portside.

My hand slipped in the water
Grasping ocean's weed
Thats when I thought of Ozzie
My boy when he was rhree
And the neckless that we made,
One for him an one for me

. the sun was very hot
It was around three
Time to awaken
I kept telling me

Back to the shore
To all those house chores
No more naps in boats
Not beneath the sun,
nOT beneath the moon
No teven at lunch time
ttime Just before noon!

Stranger!
Look Up
A broken shooting star
Fading across the sullen skies
Burning in throes of cosmic o*gasm
The mournful and oblivious night
Screams silently in a sombre spasm

But does it's dying light
illuminate the darkness of eternities?

Ghost!
Listen
The distant rumble of ominous thunder
singing lullabies across murky horizons
whispering incantations of carnal pleasures
the departed lovers, now dead or dying
still choking on shared breaths from a buried past
like madmen searching for lost forlorn treasures

But do the lamentations of the estranged
reverberate across the eternities?

Pilgrim!
Look Inside
An abyss of decay, this insatiable lurid void
Only constant in this life of clutter and chaos
Stuffed with hollow and mundane relations
The hallowed shrine of morbid depravities
Retains memories of tears and fears and cremations

But can those hands reaching out into this void
penetrate the blinding darkness of eternities?

I HAVE LEARNED

To love my freedom
To feel the wind
To appreciate the sea

To see the people and bring saberle
See my chances and knowing grasp
See my goals and achieve reach

A not hurt anyone but difficult to
For real

A walk on the grass and feel the softness
To be integrated with principles and values
That's my world proposal

To tell the truth without hurting
A react with injustice
To feel really
To see things discernidad
A appreciating and is in the distance
And my life transform

A smell the flowers and feel the natural aroma
To keep our feet on the ground but still
dreaming

A direct path reciprocate
To have the best of me and give community
Think big and act with fairness ..

original prose by Phil_413

TO THE BEAUTIFUL LADY IN THE WHITE DRESS

I was so tired.

My head hurt. My body ached. I had been working pretty much non-stop since about 5am Thursday morning. I was hoping and praying silently that the day would end soon so I could go home and sleep through the weekend.

I was wearing ALL BLACK as my business custom is. I like to portray power and control when I work. My uniform sets the standard for that. My tan is very dark from the sun and I have strong features and a chiseled jaw. My dark almost black sunglasses matched my black watch on my right wrist, even though I'm right handed.

I had just finished lunch with my buddy who I hired to help me on the job. Lunch didn't help. He was getting his equipment together on the other side of the square.

I was reaching over the bed of my little silver Toyota Tacoma pickup truck, almost deliriously looking for something.

I looked up and in front of my truck.

You were the most beautiful vision of perfection… in a Perfectly White Crisp Pleated Cotton Short Mini Skirt Dress that gleamed like something out of a fairy tale in the brilliant heat of the sun at about 12:26pm

You were tanned perfectly and your dress perfectly clung to your perfect form at the middle of your upper arms, around your ample breasts, around your waist, on top of your hips, and relatively near the tops of your thighs.

You were Perfection In Symmetry.

You were simply...beautiful.

You smiled right at me just before you opened the door to get your daughter out of your silver Chevy SUV and I felt The World Stand Still.

I looked right at you and said "Hi, how are you ma'am?" Your smile did not stop. It honestly just seemed to last forever as I stood there.

Then the moment passed and my pain returned and I longed for the day to end.

I watched you for a few moments longer. Then I disappeared around the corner.

I went back a few moments later just to catch a glimpse of you again.

But you were gone.

I'll never forget your smile.

Thank you.

Ah, winter! What a glorious season. Especially with it`s white fascinating blanket of snow. But realistically , it means that cars won`t start, & you see smoking chimneys, blowing, howling winds,& lots of falling snow.
Just another time to store the tennis rackets, golf clubs, & the mower, that won`t mow.
Some people can be seen being resourseful, winterizing their cars & houses, just in case of a winter freeze.
In keeping with rituals of celebrating , with church services, & beautifully decorated Christmas trees.
Bur when it snows, the term "energy saver" does not apply to an older person, when cleaning the driveway for more than a day...
You get a shovel & get a rhythm going & suddenly your hip lock up to one side...& your back stiffens up in some crazy way!
You know you`re aging when it gets in the way of what needs doing & you can find more "energy" to do it all...& you may not care if it EVER gets done!
You`d rather just disappear when it snows...or wait for everything to melt with the sun.
`Bout the time your body loosens up & there`s another motion going, the handle of the shovel breaks in half, only to ricochet off the hood of your car, & into your knee.
Determined, you search fervently for another shovel, in your garage...only to trip over a ladder, slip on some grease, kick over a can of paint, & suddenly see a shovel standing in plain sight against a tree....
By now, your hands are numb & you have trouble opening the door to look for another pair of dry gloves (that don`t match)
& once again, you venture into the snow.
Meanwhile, some kids are playing And you automatically answer -"WHAT"? to someone you don`t even know!
Then you retire for the day, & reminisce about what the season means. You begin thinking about family, friends, & everyone.
And while you remember the exchange of greetings all week, somehow, you`ve forgotten to get the Christmas shopping done.
But for a minute there is a calming peace at the sight of glowing blinking lights, that seem to be shadow-boxing on a few houses nearby.
You halfway expect to see Santa, himself, with his reindeer & his sleigh, flying over all the rooftops in the sky.
And when everyone should be thinking of peace on earth & how a kind word or a smile can get the harshest person to connect...
In the malls, bustling children are scurrying around checking their wish lists, amid people, with their conversations, trying to be politically correct.
All at once, your thoughts stray to a time of raising your children, & you think of crazey glue in their hair, & a stain that would never come off the wall that really didn`t matter...
You stop to focus on the grand kids & if they too, know, you`d like to be in the midst of their clatter.
Then you`re back to reality, putting the shovel (that works) away, (in a safe place)...you hear from somewhere, bells that were softly chiming, Silent Night & so many things are brought to mind...
You suddenly bump into a box, that wouldn`t stay shut, with a teddy bear`s furry arm that dangled from it, seemed to say, "Welcome Home".
And in another box, higher then I could reach, was a well worn plastic Christmas tree (with two missing branches) making it another Christmas, ,only again... just one of a kind.

Nessie Gray

Dear lonely friend,

I'm worried that you might feel to lost one of these days. Knowing this might help you:

I am abnormal, in an abnormal world; struggling, searching - desperately most of the times - enduring and becoming; stronger. I don't go to sleep anymore. I crash and let go to my desire. We've made peace, even builded trust. I found out that breaths of fresh air come, briefly, with more wisdom and patience, so be patient. Beware of life's irony and don't forget that we are fighters. We fight and reap the joy of a win, jumping into another, just seconds later.

I find confort in knowing that you are on the same path. I believe that our resolutions will stage an encounter someday, a test of sorts. There might not be a second chance so don't you dare hesitate! Remember me! With love,

Happiness.

A stroll on the beach beneath a starry sky
Listening to the breakers as we go by

A walk in the country through forest of green
Cascading waterfalls and streams to be seen

Visiting churches with domes and with spires
With their ornate windows and angelic choirs

Sightseeing tours around castles so bold
Finding damsels and knight and hero’s of old

Theses thing maybe great and full of charms
But the best place of all is in your arms.

PPB

Happiness through togetherness
Fulfillment in your life
Whether it be a companion
Best friend, husband or wife

Having someone special
To share triumph and downfall
Makes life worth living
And brings joy to all

No matter how hard it seems
Or how dark the skies become
There's always a bright spot
When you share it with someone

Being alone can be so hard to do
No one is there to tell your troubles to
You listen for answers but hear your own voice
But someone else's opinion would give you a choice

So when you find the answer
And accept it in your heart ?
You have made it through
The very hardest part

~ANONI~