the other side to love…

love never leaves the broken heart that never heals.

let’s bake a cake

let's bake a cake for friends we make for goodness sakes! let's eat our cake with those we love despite our sorrows through all tomorrows.    

love is all there is

the day you accept yourself 'just the way you are', forgiving your faults and transgressions you understand why 'love is all there is'.

delusion

was it in your head the endless loop hovering above the bed? were you so right neon lights flashing through the night? 50 years ago the old friends went their separate ways. we remember that song riding the horse we rode upon up and down until dawn... the merry go-round music played, played, played as we …

our hearts

captured by the takers our hearts turned to stone... memories of love singing songs of joy living young and wild we the innocent child fathoming our future in small framed pictures. .        

a friend I used to know

someone I used to know died... the way I know is through intuition. she contacted me to join her there saying... 'it's really cool here', I asked... 'what is it like'? there was silence. I said I couldn't go because I love my wife.

if I would leave

if I would leave and not say goodbye it wasn't as if I hadn't tried because life has a way of saying farewell let's pretend I live in the next room like tossing coins in the wishing well so, when I tap on your wall and you dry your eyes forget all the gloom I …

an empty heart

human frailty, bitterness, cruelty, and fear. who are the caretakers crying overflowing rivers of tears? those empty hearted souls live down there these long forgotten years where forgiving waters flow tall waterfalls raining from the clouds covering an entire valley of little straw roofed candlelit houses with their chimneys puffing smoke.  

a walk under the pool slide

I walk under my pool slide watching dragonflies glide scooping up water. the squirrels eat corn cob I cut and birds feed from feeders I filled with fresh seed. I am mindful of how hard I worked for all this 'stuff' through many decades of toil, knowing it was well worth the effort because of …

Squirrel running on my wall

it's a hot day as I go outside on the side of the garage, and my baby squirrel sees me as I call its name 'hello my dear little friend...' I say softly. and it runs all the way from front to backyard on top my six foot tall wall and hops over the other …