so very much more.

more than necessary

i enjoy you -

as much as great,

as deep as sky...

i drink you in,

submerge myself

in your smile -

lose my way,

in the deepness of your eyes!

time stands still,

when i'm with you -

reality redefined -

you speak my name,

and worlds collide...

how can i sleep,

dare close my eyes and find you gone when waking?

this fragile heart would surely break

if suddenly alone,

detached...

without  you,

i would simply cease to be...

greater than want,

you are,

so much more than necessary!

march madness…

thanks for stopping by.

apropos of seasons changing -

further along the journey

once upon a -

not so long ago;

before the now,

was then.

soon after that first,

hello...

(Eden -

well,

at least some acceptable facsimile),

there was a you,

i knew -

and a me you,

although - reluctantly -

allowed -

admittance...

why is it -

in the light -

all demons - disappear?

aren't they -

by nature -

invincible?

if can't is not allowed to become is,

what then?

this timid soul does not possess the strength to slay

even the most subtle dragon,

and nowhere in the manual of supposition

is there an option -

to just - be!

indignant -

of you to assume!

your judgement falls like hail upon the road -

undisclosed to one -

further along the journey!

when you wish upon a (fallen) star…

when you wish upon a (fallen) star…

out beyond the break of the hill,

past the weeping-willows,

there lies a small mound of dirt.

i remember that hill from my childhood,

picture-perfect reflections from youth,

still embedded in my mind.

i used to go there to find myself,

taking only the shell of a boy,

returning full,

overflowing in prepubescent omnipotence!

now i go there only in my dreams.

visit the hillside.

try to find the tranquility,

the simplicity,

the sheer exuberance of childhood.

if only for a moment,

i could stand again beneath the starry sky of youth.

or sit upon the damp ground with folded legs,

knees in hands,

contemplating - nothing!

i would die to be reborn,

to be that innocent,

that benign!

more than much

more than much

into this world we're born -

craving affection -

warm caress,

open arms,

love...

and as we walk along life's journey

we search for that - connection -

eyes that meet,

glance shared,

confirmation of mutual admiration...

yet -

it seems -

that if that touch,

that - embrace -

falls outside the paradigms of social acceptance -

we push away,

close doors,

retreat...

why is it -

my friend -

my feelings invade your - right?

my need exceeds your - allowed?

i have only everything to give to you -

sunlight on a cloudy day -

care more than all of life's unconcern -

and love -

pure as fire,

real as touch.

i only want to be that which you need -

all of want -

more than much!

agenda of assume

agenda of assume

another predictable night.

minions chasing dreams -

unaware they're un-woke.

post after post extolling the virtues of camaraderie -

and yet,

unavailable for even the consideration of accommodation.

behind the screen -

safely hidden.

no fear of the inconvenience of touch from those unable to feel.

if only time could be rewound.

obstacles to interaction removed.

in place of words plastered without conviction on walls of inconsideration,

to return to that place in time

when conversation involved face to face expression.

to go back to unrehearsed interaction -

relationships built on what is real -

far removed from agenda of assume...

possibly, perhaps, maybe…

taking me a minute. you know what they say about old dogs and new tricks…

Day 2: ugh!

learning to maneuver through this new format. patience please…

the nostalgia of abandon...

 on passing by rooms of escaped...

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Saturday, February 4, 2017

entangled in my now.

this past week has proven overly difficult. each day held its own particular obstacles and restrictions to my acquisition of peace. half way through the journey, i truly felt the weekend was merely a mirage. as i spend these few moments peering into your world tonight, i reflect on the complexity of my week and count my blessings that i survived it's struggle.i'm sure there are those of you that can fully understand my perspective.

the attached piece is intentional and speaks specifically to a particular reader. one thing i have learned from this experience is to be appropriately cognizant of the implications presented via this platform. at any given time, my opinion - previously shared - can come back to haunt me. perhaps that is the purpose of my writing in the big scheme of things - to keep me grounded.

as the saying goes:

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life lesson #89 - how to be a dad.

and now the day is nearly done. darkness creeps in - filling up all the empty spaces. i stop for one brief moment to remember the significance of this date. were he still alive, the man responsible for half of my creation would be 89 today. i can't say that i would have spent the day any different if he were here. we never seemed to share that bond between father and son you read about in fairy tales. and while he did do his "job" of "teaching" me things father's do - how to shoot a gun, fish, change the oil in my car - perhaps the greatest lesson i learned from him was how to be a dad. isn't it poignantly fitting that we more often learn how to do something right after seeing it done so wrong; and deciding to learn from the mistake rather than become victim to the same recurring fate?

abandon

i fear

that i will never understand from what authority -

you disallow?

how ludicrous -

the signs you post -

inscribed with such callous - un-intent!

sad,

it must be -

unable to respond -

responsible to guilt -

imprisoned inside a tomb - of should...

and while your hope floats away,

upon a breeze of - nonchalance -

my - could -

remains captive -

bound by chains unseen -

victim to your abrupt,

yet rehearsed,

abandon!

today's reading from the COVID diaries - book of Kamala - and clarity via Ecclesiastes 10:2.

another interesting day in the life of "furloughed by fear" - aka no job for you until everyone submits. oh well, game of life - 2020 version. and fitting for the chaos and crazy this year will be remembered by - enter Kamala Harris. interesting choice of running mate. first to drop out of the race for Democratic nominee. very abrasive when debating Biden. perhaps the intent was to give him a spine or maybe a presence outside the basement for the last leg of the race. either way social media is already on fire with opinion. it seems her first hurdle to jump involves race. at a time when America seems populated with only two - black and white - picking one to label her is fitting and so fashionable. in reality she falls into neither category. while her father is "of color", Jamaica is his land of origin, not Africa (the typical fall-back in America when referring to associated race), and her mother is from India. regardless the dissension, i'm not sure if her popularity is based on previous accomplishment (some fans may need to research), or merely the fact that she is female and not caucasian. since this is an opinion piece, i might as well just say at this point i think the primary purpose of the Democrat party is just to beat Trump. agenda and platform irrelevant at this time.
as i prepared this post it occured to me the large number of social media "experts" that are truly uninformed. i can scroll past the pieces intended as triggers to push political agendas and for the most part have been able to remove the weeds from my feed via the blessing of "unfollow". somehow today's announcement of the much anticipated Biden running mate opened the door to more confrontation than even i could excuse. it's really not that difficult to scroll past the train wrecks. unless of course you prefer to play conductor on your own rail of opposition. for me, the choice to move the discussion away from the arena of uncertainty allowed opportunity for choice. if you are reading this, you came here on your own.
with that being said, the following "facts" are paramount to an understanding of today's political climate. i pray you choose wisely this November. do-overs are not as simple as hitting the delete key.

for the argument that Kamala could not become president due to citizenship:
the constitution declares to be elected president the following requirements must be met -

• must be a natural born citizen of USA (she was born in California in 1964 so -check).
• must be a resident for 14 years (check).
• must be age 35 or older (check).

the second major point of confrontation online centered around what would happen if the election were to be delayed. boy the varied responses to that one!
would Pelosi become president? here you go - from a legal standpoint:

• if no candidate receives the 270 vote threshold - the election is decided by the House of Representatives (run-off election).

as stated in the 25th Amendment - the hierarchy of succession:

• President.
• Vice President.
• Speaker of the House.
• President of Senate Pro Tempore.

for the purpose of our current situation, the general consensus is Pelosi would become president if the November election is pushed. False. her term ends the same day as Trump and Pence. this would place the President of Senate Pro Tempore - Chuck Grassley - next in line. he is the current senior member of the majority party and with 35 senators up for reelection the majority would remain Democrat if the election is pushed. (Presidential Succession act of 1792 - amended 1947).

so, in essence, things are not as bad as they may seem. i trust you will stand firm to your convictions and hesitate to post on impulse - driven from emotion. a wise man once said it is better to remain silent and appear ignorant rather than speak and remove all doubt.
you always have a choice.

https://www.ushistory.org/gov/7c.asp

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Sunday, May 8, 2016

and it shall set you free...

short post tonight. long weekend but winding down oh so quickly. tomorrow will dawn and if so privileged, i will embark upon yet another day of my journey. i truly hope your sunrise is intense enough to open your eyes - shower you in the majesty of this amazing world. if, by chance, you wake to clouds, please don't close the door - retreat back into your own particular darkness. perhaps the reason for your storm is to get you to a place of appreciation. without contrast, even the blessings lose their effect. don't confine yourself to feelings of despair. the only difference between disappointment and determination is a simple five letter word...

trust

safe -

you think -

behind your wall of - why,

hiding from no one -

but - yourself...

is it the light you flee?

afraid to - see?

or rather,

to be seen?

so easily you cling to presume,

as if it were your shield,

completely - unaware -

the truth you fear 

merely shackles you with regret -

blinds you from seeing,

it is that which ultimately,

sets you free.

Day one - and so the story goes…

well it has been a minute. will see where this takes us. new format. new day. new terrain. ready? (smile).