“Rendezvous”…pt. 1

When we reunited our hearts bound with passionate grasps beyond division,

with the least bit reluctance and the utmost precision.

It’s you and every single drop of your lust drowning in my heart,

We can take this beyond any other because when we rekindle it will start.

The hunger for your temple has been aching my soul and clenching my mind all in the same,

I can no longer cope with this pressure nor let us torment one another with this game.

COme with me tonight without a worry on your mind,

Care in your heart, apparel overlying your spine,  motion with your body language, I’m carefully observing all of your signs.

Our bodies are whispering releasing the tensions of the week

As rose petals & champagne dazzle the sanction,  strawberries and whipped cream  perched aside to make it sweet…

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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.

The Infamous Locomotive: The Little Engine that Could…grown Up

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Stand clear as I move past

 tumbling down a long cross-tied stroll

 The perception of my existence does meet the iniquities of time

While I find that those who stood before me

only succumbed to the news of this train’s glory

 Unlike many a stories

Maybe it’s the burdens to blame

For all the stamina, all the momentum

All of the sunshine, all of the rain

Squeezing all of my sunshine from the Earth

Evaporating dry skies into the rain.

The steam preps the Conductor’s vibe again

 Rolling parallel to dirt roads, and trails, business districts

Grocers, farmland, until these cross ties have become old and stale.

 Lost souls turned into bones hanging from live oaks where we stood

 To desert heat, valleys & Smoky Mountain peaks

 Please don’t let me be accused as another

 that has let the brakes of fear release me

 from straying others off the tracks of life

 Many often struggle only because they know Not the facts of strife.

 Heading behind the demise of so many

 ignored of my patience they failed to see

that my ideals seemed to be just as good as any.

 Making it over the hill, ’round those mountainous curves,

I push through any and all that I can

the bloodshed and callous has revered the better halves of stress

I cry in the face of karma yet smile at the faces of death

 Always knew the difference between fate and destiny

 Always do my best, but never let obstacles get the best of me

 The Infamous Locomotive, feel the gust as I set out

 Further down a path I did not expect

 knowing it’s still so much I haven’t seen yet.

But of all the things…at least now I KNOW that I could…and for that

I have no regrets.

Sun Gazing

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Show me the way to be a better man to you,

I know I’m useful but may not be quite what you’re used to

Mold me as I mold you, don’t scold me because I would never scold you

I mean, when you speak I listen,

Although my thoughts you keep dismissing

I’ve tried to make you understand I’m not perfect

But know that you have my undivided…attention

Not to mention…your semblance places me in another dimension

And it doesn’t even compare to your intellect & grace

When I look into your face…. I see my Earth Tone Queen

I mean, I see a star…

I see a flower…beautifully blossomed

And yet so solemn, without a caretaker to render

The proper nurturing…I am

Don’t deny me, help me to refine thee….

Fertilize my soul, together as we grow old

I see you as the fruit sowed while I am groomed,

To be a better  provider

Its more than just a seed planted

and sowed, more like living in the Now

I see the reason I have always appreciated your smile.

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…almost gone

The Rights of Life Come with Sacrifice…Freedom

“You mean I can’t stay here forever?”

This seems to be the question many find themselves asking as death creeps onto the doorsteps of life.  The bad news is…at some point you’re going to die.  The good news is….well, you’re going to die.  The fear of death is one I overcame at a very young age that I attest mainly to my fascination for the spiritual & unknown.  As far back as I can remember the fascination of life and death only grew after a near death experience(drowning).  From that point on, the mystery that so many fear became a tool for truly LIVING.  After the death of my dear godmother, grandmother, other relatives, and friends the thought of no longer being in the physical seemed to be more intriguing than frightening.

If we place those fears and distractions aside for a moment there is so much more to life that we fail to see.  Live everyday like it’s your last and the worry of death tends to fade.  Exercise your right in servitude and the solemnness will slowly  die.  That’s my mantra.  I find it disturbing that we still fear one another simply because of the color of ones skin, or the god they may worship.  Why can’t we all just be?

I recently had a conversation with my mother who I believe is beginning to go through a denial of death.  To deny death is to shun life, for it is another chapter in this journey.  Besides, you can deny it as much as you want…it’s still going to happen.   In the book,” The Many Faces of Death” by Jacqui James she states,”

One of the faces of death, a very common one, is the

terrified face. It is the face seen by those who have ignored

death throughout their lives and who have

refused point blank either to talk or to think about death,

regarding the subject as morbid and one which, if

indulged in, would hasten their own deaths.

This superstitious attitude is a common human failing:

‘ignorance’ of anything found unpleasant or threatening.

 

This is so true and the face that I firmly believe mother is dealing with.  I’ve tried comfort but that doesn’t fly over too well.  I’m at peace simply knowing that I have attempted.  With the recent loss of her brother and close friend in her religious sect, time is slowly withering away and she is now realizing this.  The relationship I have with her is one that has been off and on, for years for a number of reasons.  One of those reasons has been my determination to follow a path of my own; straying away from the limitations and struggles of so many “religions” these days.  Following a path of my own I was able to awaken the Giant within & overcome those difficulties that many face when it comes to creation, life and death. Once embarking on this voyage of self and harmonizing the world within, the hereafter is no more of a threat  to me than say, a morning jog, or going to the grocery store.  I find it saddening when I look in her eyes and others who’ve followed the tutelage of so-called “leaders” or sects whose only true motive is profit- only to find them suffering and fearful in the end?  To be misled and not ask why is asking for your own demise in any case.  I pray that some sort of solace does rise in their hearts and minds.  Death is something that is within each and every one of us when we are born.  Death is the quiet passenger tagging along on this highway of experiences.   Along the way, it simply became another one of the fears we conjured up to this point in life.  We have yet to scratch the surface of the “tomb” that we currently embody as life.  From the most logically perspective, how can you be afraid of something you know nothing about?

 

At some point, we must all fly away … Maybe we’ll meet again next lifetime…

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Attuned

Sometimes the sentiments of life tend to shatter random moments of the past,

And glancing into the dimensions within a soul that knows forever will last.

I don’t know what matters as what seems to matter to me always seems to let the ignorance surpass destiny & the very factions many fail to see.

Sometimes the reunion of minds seems to redo what we have rendered and rewound through time

And souls refusing to include the presence of reality just misuse these flaws to every degree

Lost priorities focused away from mankind’s need to decipher a misguided seed

We need better conditioning…so on the sidelines of this corners being…I wait.

Enjoying the wondrous attributes created through nature’s very symphonic scheme

Knowing these thoughts painted across the canvas of life weren’t just some silly dream.

 photo taken near Lucea, Jamaica with my Nikon D3000 w/Nikon 55-200mm f/4-5.6G.  Lucea is the little coastal capital in the Hanover parish.  Lots of boating and attractions between  Monteco Bay and Negril.  Beautiful people, great good, good times…enjoy!