Making, Making, Making

 

It’s ok to feel good every
once in a while!

Life’s treasure doesn’t come along
that often!

It lies in wait for
the right trigger.

Or is it time, and
we all run on

cycles?

For me the treasure never lasts
as long as I want it to.

(which would be most of the time)

Alas, far more time I’ve spent with
the bad seed brother in:

days of functionless, boring self regress, the urge to make, not part of the scene to put it mildly,

disconnected.

Those long days spent waiting for

the light,

the difference between/the two places living (with and without treasure)

unequal in their
distribution.

The longer distance in between has got

the upper hand?  There’s only so much

time to live in Treasureland?

My only hope?

To keep on making, making, making

until

the very very

end.

Light Stained Against A Sea of Thought

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From a place where time was small with brightest light

came purest boyhood dreams

within my mind that night

 where 

with sun and single pleasure sought …

I moved from place to place …

seeking other orbits … better places to see

to

move and turn about

and look upon her face with

wonder …

…..

Where

Light stained against the sky of thought

suspended in time …

hovered over each place …

waiting to be seen.

Perfect prizes captured to be lived in

momentarily.

Where

rain returning to the sky

waits

for future retrieval.

Where

 never ending cycles return,

the light of time

re-mingled;

the light of days remembered and forgotten

taken in like

air

to a newborn child.

Thoughts that flicker in and out

like waves along the

shoreline:

where

purest water replacing every

grain of sand

forever …

takes me back

to

where it all

began