Not every saying of a friend is true,
but a true friend believes every saying.

Trust is like the ocean, the deeper in you go
the more likely it is to drown or to swim.

Just as gold is refined,
a wise person makes use of trials to identify their impurities and remove them.

Always smile on the outside even when you’re torn within,
for only God sees the inside and it’s no one else’s business.

Please don’t take what I write too seriously,
because if you’re serious, what I write may take you.

-END-

…just some of my thoughts preserved.

Below them arch gently
a vaguely pointed nose
on which your two tiniest
fingers lie, the others settled
neatly above your brow.

This peep-between has
my awe awakened by
your wine-colored lips,
which airs slightly open
an eternally sweet breath.

Your charismatic flirt
curls my attention, as do
your lashes lead me to those
constant eyes; to which I
fall victim of your stare.

-END-

Reflection
There’s a lot that can be communicated through one’s stare. Love, hate, lust, disgust, envy, jealousy, passion, thought, prejudice, hope, hopelessness… yes all through a stare.

My feet
Being lifted
Miles high.

The lives of
Many below
vanishing slowly.

I’m emerged
Between curling
White clouds.

With them
My mind floats
Cozy thoughts

No way of
Stopping, home
At my back.

On the horizon
lies the
Destination of much.

White smoke from
tires on this
tarmac runway.

So lands
in a new,
place of missions.

-END-

Reflection
On your last flight, did you sleep, read, write, make plans or maybe you were too worried about getting to your destination in one piece for any of that. :) Flying is oftentimes the the most productive time away, while away.

Deep and timid
Tinged white diamonds
Like cities distant.
Jazzing a soothing
Migration of melodious
Thoughts.

Smiles patented by moment
Fling twilight
Into my sky
Now owned
By my cognac
Eyes.

Butterflies now rest,
Flowers all closed,
Lights revealed
As I’m touched by
This ebb of night.
Sky’s orchestra
Harmonized.

I’m tongue tied
My fingers cry
with reaching,
Reaching
To sky’s understanding,
For all it’s stars
on me to land.

-END-

Reflection
There’s nothing like a clear night with all the stars making way to our eyes, when we open them enough to behold the awesomeness which encircles our tiny planet.

Engulfed by an enlivening feeling as I stroll the shoreline of thought.
Sounds of sprightly seagulls and the locals going about theirs, the comfort.
Smells of the natural salt sea, unimaginable freshness… tranquility.
The sun touches my unarmed brown skin warmly, with it’s equation of light.

Contentment revolves about my cozy heart as the skeptical is shelved.
This Isle of sun, sand, and sea; a cure for all, if treasured to the fullest.
This, is the life!

-END-

Reflection
Although we’ll be leaving soon to head back to the wonders of the dessert (Las Vegas, NV). One can’t help but enjoy, the now, the last of it, for now and the rest of it, soon from now. Beauty comes in so much varieties and no matter where my feet happen to be, I’m always able to find some beauty.

Today, I’m working (yes, I know its Sunday) from a beach chair under a coconut tree, with my wife and the cool Caribbean breeze as company.

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So I called my sister and told her “go play”
With the sad girl, until her sadness goes away.
The parents looked across and smiled at me.
Though they missed the point in all honesty.
Each sunny day burst with promise,
of opportunities to share happiness.

-END-

Reflection
True story.

Pronunciation [lib-er-teen]

–noun
1. a person who is morally or sexually unrestrained, esp. a dissolute man; a profligate; rake.
2. a freethinker in religious matters.
3. a person freed from slavery in ancient Rome.

–adjective
4. free of moral, esp. sexual, restraint; dissolute; licentious.
5. freethinking in religious matters.
6. Archaic. unrestrained; uncontrolled.

Via Dictionary.com

Phenomenal rush,
For snowflakes en ice cream.
Like the morning dew,
Falls this appetite.

Congregating thoughts so enjoyable,
They perch on sin’s edge.
Frost like cool in myriads of flavors,
Succulently bracing.

The members of my body coordinate,
Constructing this delight.
Rainbow of scents fill the air,
Eating away at my drizzled patience.

Eyes peer endlessly,
Through lids of excitement.
This craving for frolicking fruity sensations,
Nears quench……mmm.

-END-

Reflection
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Droplets of tears fall forever within,
As they batter memories, ever so present.
Memories of your battle and grasp for dear life, Mother.

When the nights are silent, like this,
It becomes just me and thoughts of you.
Then at dawn the sun is lazy for me.
Without you, life still seems, to contain you,
What do I do now? Mother.

-END-

This write is dedicated to my mother Mable Ann James
March 24th 1955 – June 1st 2009 (breast cancer)

Reflection
How do you move forward from the death of a loved one when their absence means the death of your moving forward?