Chilled to the bone, wet with anxiety I wonder in which city I awaken in today. It is overcast and a cool breeze is blowing through this alley. I have little memory of how I ended up here; however it seems an all too familiar feeling as of late. I wonder what time it is as I wipe the crust of sleep from my eyes. Yawning I feel a chill run down my spine, and the all too familiar Goosebumps cover my body. I can smell something cooking, it smells like bacon, or maybe some ham. It has a sweet savory scent as it is carried on the winds.

As I blink things seem to become clearer as another yawn escapes me. How long have I been sleeping? It seems like yesterday I had all that a man of stature could ever require. I had the boat, cars, motorcycles, house, wife, and I even had a few dogs that would great me with wagging tails as they pushed each other around to get my attention. I had want for little more yet at the same time I felt incomplete. There was something missing. I had no idea what it was yet I know something was out there that I had missed in the search for all that I had.

I remembered something from long ago, yet I couldn’t quite understand its meaning.

Here I am again alone,
Where do I again atone.
Who am I to see these things,
Life a love that doesn’t ring.

I wonder why I feel I’m dead,
Alone I stand here full of dread.
Will I find the things of gold,
Just to know of things foretold.

Can I see the dreams of past,
Can I search these dreams to fast.
Can I see a single path,
Can I search the times of wrath.
Can I see from dreams of old,
Can I search for pots of gold.
Can I see the depths of time,
Can I search in truth and rhyme.

Can I know the dreams of past,
Can I live the dreams to fast.
Can I know a single path,
Can I live the times of wrath
Can I know from dreams of old,
Can I live for pots of gold.
Can I know the depths of time,
Can I live in truth and rhyme.

As I write this simple words,
Knowing love is too absurd,
As I write for none to see,
I can hide from only me.

Someday when I hear a song,
Thoughts of this are never wrong.
Never again till day is night,
Then my lord these words I write.

Many times I have thought of these words. I try to understand their meaning each Time I awake in a new city, I wonder if these words are the path I am searching for, or are they some memory of a time long forgotten. Who am I? Why do I awake in another city, only to ask the same questions? I wonder if today I will understand if I am worthy to write again.

I see only what has been bared to me. Thy souls of the ages can come together if one knows how to be truly naked and bare.

I do hope you might be able to come, yet I know what expenses it will take to do so.



G

Last but not least "A Poet no's only one thing, Being a Poet"

To you my friend after reading your words again I remember why I call you friend.



G

Is it true that to restore the Nakedness of the soul, is to bare thy soul to those who can see?



G

Ahh the willow tree, the winds seems to have ben very warm this winter. I am happy it has warmed us as we find this tree of happiness.

G

Mists of ages blur the sight,
Longing for the gifts of light.
Seeing now eons pass,
Peering through a looking glass.

Knowing what you’re looking for,
Opens wide a single door.
Passing through the narrow space,
Guided to a different place.

Walking through an empty hall,
Seeing pictures on the wall.
Knowing somewhere you will find,
Something special in your mind.

Foggy pictures in my head,
Is it real, is it dead.
Auras bright in this place,
Far away from time and space.

Time is stopped in this place,
Never passing time or space.
Clocks are dead like the dreams,
Filled with simple hated screams.

Help me find my path in time,
Help me find this thing sublime.
Help me hold this thing so dear,
Help me hold it without fear.
Help me watch the path I take,
Help me watch and not forsake.
Help me find this symbol of love,
Help me find a snow white dove.

Can I find this path of love
Can I find this snow white dove.
Can I watch and not forsake,
Can I watch the path I take.
Can I hold it without fear,
Can I hold this thing so dear.
Can I find this thing sublime.
Can I find my path in time.

These are thoughts too sublime,
As I walk the halls of time.
Never knowing what I see,
Till the point of seeing me.

Naked drifting in these dreams,
Never knowing what it means.
Wishing someday I will know,
Who will guide me to and fro.

Guide me to this path I ask,
Guide me for this simple task
Guided by a simple tale,
Guided by a symbol, Grail.

G

Stories? Books? they are but another way to find ourselves aren't they?

I enjoyed reading your moments, Thank you.



G

We all learn a thing or two by understanding what we read. I for one love reading again and as a result found writing is far more than meets the eye.



G

Keyboards alive with simple emotions,
Feeling inside are these simple notions.
Keys I press without a thought,
Writing that was never taught.

Quicker now this keyboard goes,
Living as the feeling grows.
Growing into fevered pitch,
Magic flies like a switch.

Never knowing what to write,
Feelings fly into the night,
As I travel through the clouds,
Looking down upon the crowds.

Sitting in a single file,
Waiting as a single tile.
Now I see the grassy fields,
Blowing down beneath a shield.

Passing through another cloud,
Faster as I pass the crowd.
Crowded ways beneath my feet,
Closer now another street.

Take the path I can see,
Travels now seem so free.
As I feel the hurt and pain,
Now I know the things I gain.

Writing now like none before,
Keys are stroked forever more.
Feelings filled with love and devotion,
Feel my soul with true emotion.

Felt so long ago it seems,
Taken from a faded dream.
Dreams of times so far away,
Once again I pray they stay.

Stay with me emotions clear,
Now I hold them very dear.
Feelings inside no longer notions,
Feelings inside I’m alive with emotions.

Yes to be truly alive is to feel the tears, and relish that you can cry.



G

The scent of a woman is not what they wear, but how they wear it. Sometimes less is more, and if these so-called men leave then they do not yet know the true scent of a woman.



G

You will find your wings, they seem to grow with each word we share, and soon you will realize you will be flying.

G

I cry for the memories we share, not the pain we feel. Whether or not it is painful, it is one you were able to share with me and I felt it.

Years ago I was an iceberg and didn't care about these types of things. Only a few years ago I found the words and feelings I am able to share.

Feelings and sharing are worth the tears I shed.



G

Minds can play tricks on thee,
This is life's reality.
Reality is in the clouds,
Thunder claps within the crowds.



G

For some of us life is a lie, others of us don't know what the truth is, and for the few truth is something the others will never know.

G

I too see this, it is a very powerfull vision.



G

Years ago I lost my way,
Yet I found another day.
Deeper thoughts in my mind,
Lead me to my friends in kind.

As I walk this path of peace,
Fights will end, quarrels cease.
Stopping like hands of time,
Heaven sent it is devine.

Walking now along this path,
Never fearing any wrath.
Neither from a god above,
Nor from those I do love.

Loving arms I have found,
No more looking from the ground.
I can see from high above,
All the friends I do love.

Loving hands to hold me dear,
As I feel you very near.
I can touch you from this star,
Knowing you’re not very far.

Travels long in these years,
Brought me to these many tears.
Tears of joy, you can relate,
Brought me by these hands of fate.

Fated always to find my love,
Guided by the fates above.
Now I share these hands of fate,
Held unto the golden gate.

Open wide the gates of gold,
Stories written and foretold.
Teachers now eons old,
Sages taught me of this gold.

Never think of golden gates,
Teach me of my golden mate.
She does hold from the start,
All alone this tender heart.

Look ye friends in this peace,
All you’re searching soon will cease.
Hear this prayer I say for thee,
To the fates beneath the tree

Lead me to this friend in kind,
Deeper thought of in my mind.
Years ago they lost their way,
Let them find this love today.

Life is like a box of chocolates, it is filled with different kinds and you never know which one to pick.

Unknown

Side by Side with Ants I walk,,, Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm they have told me your a wise man,, who stive's and pushes forward, and yes there is a Rainbow ,, there really isssssssssssssssssssssssss,,,

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Thanks for the smile and the thoughts,, made me look deeper,,,




I think I will be watching my step a little closer, I wouldn't want to step on you as we might travel the same path.

G