One last time...

One last time...

I would like to see
In my eye
The golden gate
One last time
Before my spark
Fades away one last time

How the bay reflects
Reflects the greatest depths
Of my soul
My heart

Seeing the reflections
Of my soul
In the depths of the bay

As the golden gate
Glitters within it's
Golden age of greatness

As I am in my winter
I look upon the depth
Of father time and know
I am not even a second
Or glitter in father time's eye

As I stare at the last memory
Memory of the golden gate
My last reflection
Capturing the soul of
Of the golden gate

As I walk across from one end
That I have traveled long and hard
36 years have passed
All those moons of romance
To all those sunny summers

I take my last stroll
Across the golden gate
The golden gate
I cross and fade
Fade into eternity

Across the reflection
Of the golden gate
In my eye...
In the year...
of the great dragon

One last time...

Of the Golden Gate

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Beads on a Glass Heart

Beads on a Glass Heart

 

Beads... Streaming down

Down the surface of my heart

Feeling every emotion

Absorbing in my heart

 

As I feel the sorrow

Sorrow coming

Coming from the Beads

of emotion from your heart

Beads... Beads...

 

Crossing my existence

crossing my short time

Time on Earth

Those beads

Are short concentrated

In each Rain Bead

That touches my heart

My soul

 

As I bead within the Beads

Each Emotional bead

cracks my casing

of My Glass Heart

As my heart starts

To shard

breaking apart

 

Some beads are happiness

Others are beads of pain

Beads of sorrow

Beads of sadness

 

Beads

Of our  life

Beads heavy

Beads shattering me

Shattering my glass heart

 

Shattering into cracks

Into shards

Pieces of my  life

To soon

To soon fall into pieces

Little pieces of Sand

Ground down to nothing

 

Glass Pieces of my heart

become the sands of time

As Beads

wear me down

Wear my Heart of glass

Into bits of Sand

Of time that are walked on

By others. 

 

Beads on a Glass Heart

Morning Gardening

Morning Gardening

This morning
With the breeze
The air
The temperature

I remember feeling
Feeling the cool dirt
Between my fingers
My fingertips
As I remember loosing
The soil with the three claw
Claw tool
To prepare the soil

How I remember my Dad
Giving me tasks to finish
Finish up mixing the top soil
Digging up the gardens
In the different areas
Areas that dad wanted
Wanted to plant his garden

How I remember the hard work
All the work the family did
In Tuscon... In New Jersey... In Guam
Finally in New Mexico

All the different Seeds he planted
The blueprints on paper
He would spend hours drawing
Depending on what base we were at
He would look through seed catalogs

Figuring out which would not grow
In that climate or that season
He made sure that his crops
Were always watered

When come harvest he would
Would pick the crops
He would give some away

Some crops he would
Would have my mom
Make varies dishes
Or Breads
To be given away
Or to be sold

I remember ever season
All the time at about the same time
I would help  my dad
With Harvesting.. digging...
Keeping up the Garden
In the Spring
In the Fall

How I remember ...
My dad in the Mornings
At Dawn

Morning Gardening

Brisk Great Falls Morning

Brisk Great Falls Morning

Brisk the wind
As the wind of God
Touchs my cheek
Touchs my trench coat
Made of Leather
That drapes me

I feel it is my armor
So that life does not
scuff me up to much
Brisk Morning
Tells me that God
Is around
Touching the Birds
That lay new baby birds
As you hear them In the nest
The little ones
Chirping Away

Chirping to know
Their Parents will be back
With the early worm
To be fed and care of...
Then one day they will leave
Leave the nest
To start their own nest
In another tree of life

As I walk on man made walk
I look at the little fox
That is no longer little.

How the air is cool
How to see the beauty
The Beauty of the light
Upon my brow

Brisk the air
Brisk life can be
As the seasons past
They have taught me so much
I miss my youth
The travel
The unity
Once upon a time

As I walk
Walk to the bus
To go to work at dawn
To ride To metro
To DC area

Traveling on the rail
To work near the Potomac
Potomac River
In Old town
Alexandria

As I step on to the bus
I will miss the quiet
Quiet community
Of Great Falls

But there is always
Always tomorrow Morning

Brisk

God's Breath

God's Breath

As I take in...
The breath of God
I feel him within...
My heart... My soul... My mind...

God's breath
How it brings thoughts
Of life to our eyes
Our hearts
Thinking we should
of listen to our...
Our voice and God
That dwells in us
Telling us
Do what our heart tells us
To feel and live life
But we listen to others...
You should be..
Do this because...
Or ...
Just do what your heart...
Heart whispers to you
Your soul
Your being...
Listen and take in God's breath

Watch the sun
Be reborn
Feel its warmth
The beauty
And the majestic view
Of new hope

Then feel God's breath
Within your lungs
Within your soul
Within your heart

Gods breath

Petaless Blossom

Petaless Blossom

When my blossom
Is at a end
And the last petal fall
Falls to the dust ...

Will they understand...

I miss the one that...
Planted me.

He left me help
But the other seed
The other seed
Took what is left...

I am left in the garden
To live my season
My season out
Without my gardener

As all my petals...
are almost gone
I am left alone
No one care what
What I say.

As I start the final
Final seasons
In the snow

The other blossoms
Are doing good
As I am left in the snow

To turn to dust
As I see the rest
Of what the gardener left
The other uses it up
For itself.

Forget its other seed
That is related to it.

As my Last petal is gone
I wither and I am tilled under.

Petaless blossom
Forgotten

Petaless blossom
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Walk at Dawn

Walk at Dawn

As I step up the step
Of the house I dwell
I feel God caressing
My cheeks as a brisk breath
Of God awakens me
To a start of a new day

I look round to see I am alive
To see I have another day
To make my life worth something
To show my dad that he did good
In his oldest son
All the talks; all the walks; all the fishing
That it was for something

I walk in my suit
To feel my dad's spirit
Walking with me
Telling Me
Right from wrong
His voice in my head
In my heart
That I have another day to do good

He always told me:
Remember where you came from
Help others
Think before you do

I always hear and feel it
In my gut
In my heart
In my mind

I see the little foxes
In the morning
The little birds all around
Hearing them chirp
Chirp their songs
As it start to lighten
And the shadows fade

I sometimes see my fathers
My fathers steps as he fades
Faded into the mist
Mist of the morning

To know I am not walking alone
But with my father in the morning
Every morning
Like in my childhood.
When we fed the ducks
Or get the newspaper
In the morning
My father would get me
Yoohoo and small cakes
Like when he was a kid
He wanted to share his past
With me.

He will always live in my heart
He will always walk with me
In life.

Walk at dawn



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