These Thoughts are Goldfish…

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Daydreams flow under a bridge where consciousness seems to  travel

as a mind tends to unwind, patience wants to unravel

Not giving much thought or bother

by far these scars were placed here as martyrs

Reminder of the physical being washed away in mental cavities

Wisdom, knowledge, along with all kinds of dogma and religious blasphemies.

 

These thoughts are goldfish, they don’t hang around too long.

 

Why waste each and every moment, do they not mean anything

time is most precious when you seek to notice everything.

These thoughts are goldfish I let them be free as they must.

In my heart I see light, in my mind I know trust

And when they’re complete…new ones flow along as they should.

 

The Thoughts are Goldfish…let them swim to and fro

 

What’s harmony without GOOD knowledge of BAD…it’s all relative anyway

Sitting along banks, a host of reflections and ideas creeping in slowly

No manifestations to be defeated and no prisons can hold me….flow on

A passion for life, no desires to grieve, fires of inspiration burning away those traces of greed.

Health & strong mind and lifetimes of love & giving guaranteed.

 

 

 

 

 

A Stern Splice

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Loose lips have often sunk ships

from the shores of my observatory

While some wait frantic manifesting their own frustration & worry

Well whats to come of small boats

Solitude and faith have always seemed to keep them afloat

Bearing away from the apparent while steering closer to greatness

Furled away with the rest of those burdens taking note

A captain of my own..what have these galleys steamed today

For fate is only a figment of a Catamaran that’s been cast away.

Lost & Found: Father’s Day Returned

So many say the words to receive no answer.
A hurtful thought that can eat away at your very soul like a cancer.
That’s why I always promised myself if I ever got the chance to
Fulfill that role I would do it well.
I look my father in his eyes and say thank you
even though I may have gave him pure hell.
He stood there, through the fire storms, from the day that I was born,
and here he stands today

Yes, I may be the cause behind a few of those gray hairs
I thank him because he didn’t have to stay.

Times have truly changed, the role of women being so independent
sometimes the role of a father has to be defended.

No one is perfect but some do use that as an excuse for that same  song.
Planting a seed into the cavities of fertility, the true  fruit of life.
No one said you have to make her your wife, but be a father.
A true father, so much more than just a dad,
I look at society today and must confess that it is sad.
My daughter will always know her father
I tell the women out there who act as mother and father…stay strong
Times are hard but not as hard as they have been.
Valued who you are, and on behalf of them I’m sorry.
I’m sorry they he doesn’t get it.
I’m sorry that he “got it” then refused to accept his position,
And I’m wishing….. he valued your worth.
I wish he appreciated that birth that was given to him.
To be more than just a donor,
I wish he could accept being the owner…of a blessing.
A lesson of love and life
The number of men that don’t understand…too funny
Its more than just the money, It’s the value of time spent
It’s the feeling of reminiscing on the places you’ve went.
It’s the comfort of having someone there for you…. as an angel sent.
To those that do… I SALUTE YOU!

My personal Honda CBR 954 RR...father's day gift to myself a few years back.  Captured this shot with the Nikon one evening after sunset.  No editing, no lie. hint...garage lighting :)

My personal Honda CBR 954 RR…father’s day gift to myself a few years back. Captured this shot with the Nikon one evening after sunset. No editing, no lie.  Mods and customizations done by me, and my bro.

On Another Cloud Tonight…NOte 9

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Setting all love aside, lets talk about life…tonight.

What if life wanted your side of the story?

Every since my youth that’s a question I’ve been asking myself for years,

My vision is so often blurred by the many tears

that so often occur I very seldom get to witness my own fears.

What if life decided to take some of the sweeter things

Not knowing if you took away the materialistic filth

life can bear some of the more sweeter things

if we could stop letting influence of debit cards money and the myriad of mental scars…ruin.

What if life decided not to look me in the eyes

Or just ride by as I stood on the cliff of life’s flatline

On no this ain’t your regularly scheduled program especially when you

Merged thru many fatalities while facilitating life’s wrongs from the sidelines

I just don’t want us to let the nonsense continue to run thru our veins

Not seeing the bigger picture or appreciating the little things.

Breath…..feel that….Life.

My Life is Truth

What if life wanted my side of the story in facts?

Intoxicating high as a newborn coming into this world at birth…

…question is

Will he return to the dirt knowing the purpose of this life’s worth?

What if life decided not to love any more…

I mean….god is there working silently,

If peace isn’t made, subconsciously asking will He still just EJECT me….

As the program of the masses continue we let the bed bugs of society and the ignorance

divide us…there will be no middle class only poor and rich

before mankind himself is next up on the endangered list.