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Burned The Bridges

We burned the bridges

And boats,

Left them in smoldering cinders

Upon the shore.


We can not return

To the time,

The place

The home we knew.


The river of time

That we crossed,

Flows on,




We can not

Swim upstream,

Backwards in time.

We chose not to

Swim against progress.


Now we’ve come to a place,

Without spirit,

A Place unnatural, and new,

With no rules.


Can we survive?

Can we find harmony?

Or will we lose ourselves

In the machine.

Will we remember love.


It’s Been A Long Time

You make me dance

and jump for your love.

I’ve always played the fool

and it was fun.

I am your fool now,

and The work is hard.

You switch from

emotion to emotion

in a breath!

I cannot sustain

in the whirlwind.

How can I do

what you need,

when you don’t Know

what you want.

In the vast sea of your

insecurity ,

I am drowning!

Where went the joy?

Did you ever have it?

Do I hope

for something,

that will never flower?


It’s been a long time.



I reached One Hundred followers yesterday, and I wanted to just thank all who read and follow this blog. I will try to continually upgrade my work and put reading worthy content on here. Thank you again and here’s to the next One Hundred.


I would also like to take this opportunity to thank all those who landed in Normandy Seventy years ago and to thank all those like my grandfather who fought against the evil that was the Nazis in WWII. This world is still not perfect, but imagine how awful it would be if not for all those who took up arms against an evil dictator. Thank you!

Get It Right

Newborn child, seconds after birth. The umbili...

Newborn child, seconds after birth. The umbilical cord has not yet been cut. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Silent sadness

of ages

Past and future

Blanket the blue

Spinning world.

Minds weep

Voicelessly crying…


Bouncing babies


In parents arms

wonder why?

The grey, grown

Grandparents smiling,

Staring, shaking

Wonder how?,

As they stare

Into the boundless future

Of the newly born offspring.

We wonder, as we

Watch the world,


Why them?

When will it stop?

When children are not

Born into fear…

It will stop!

We must start getting it right,

We can not leave our failings to them


Our Holiday

English: Detail of Preamble to Constitution of...

English: Detail of Preamble to Constitution of the United States Polski: Fragment preambuły Konstytucji Stanów Zjednoczonych (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today we celebrate the birth of this nation. This great nation, full of kind and generous people, people who forgive and try for the most part in their soul to understand their fellow-man. This is what we really celebrate today. Not a flag, not a bunch of pyrotechnics exploding in a darkened sky, we celebrate us. We are at our core a good people. Yes we are opinionated and a little over privileged  at times, but when push comes to shove we do the right thing! So today be proud of that and remember that all year long, and if we all do that, maybe those disassociated old men and women in Washington will do the same.

I have not forgotten that I said I would publish a poem inspired from the wedding I attended in Vermont. I hope to have that posted today as well. Until then enjoy your day, and Happy 4th of July!

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