Rise Above

Rise Above

“Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.” – Franz Schubert   This weekend, I had the honor of writing and reading a poem for my dear, dear friends, Kyle and Jen. They started their new life together, and I wrote this silly poem for them. I hope you enjoy it and if you know them, please say congrats. If you don’t know them, that’s okay. Be sure that they are a true example of spending your life with your best friend. That’s important. Love you two. Rise Above Falling in love is easy to do, staying in love is where you set yourself apart – it’s where you rise above all others that say they are in love. When you love somebody, when you love your best friend, nothing else matters in the end except the person you love. That person becomes your world. Although nobody is perfect, that person makes perfection seem attainable. perfect perplexities perpetuate though, you feel freedom when you hold that person close – arrhythmic beats of the heart find rhythm in rhathymia. Laughs conjoin and life’s simple and sweet moments are shared with the one person that cares about the next silly word that is about to spill over their lingering lips. When you are apart you feel longing. Your idiosyncrasies are so aligned that when apart – you’re missing a part of yourself. The joy of when you see their face that next time is something that makes your feelings feel funny, but in that good way where...
I smiled

I smiled

“Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.” – Bob Dylan I Smiled I was sitting in the field just the other day. The air was soft and it carefully caressed my maturing face. I smiled when I looked to the sky. It was a high sky, it was a kind sky, it was my sky. I took a deep breath and squinted as the rays of the sun slipped serenely through the spaces of my fingers as I held my hand over my eyes – protecting them. I smiled when I looked down from the sky. I put my hand down behind me to support the weight of my maturing body. The grass was soft and carefully caressed my ageless fingers. There was a family frolicking in the field maybe a hundred yards are so from me. They were two children and each one of them looked like the other and each one of them looked like their father and their mother. I smiled when I saw them  pointing to the sky. The father and the mother noticed an airplane that was dancing overhead. They looked down to their children and then pointed it out in the high and kind sky. They smiled a bigger smile than I smiled. Their eager little hearts were filled with the fantasies of flying and they started running through the field their arms now wings. The mother and the father joined the chorus of the smiling and without speaking, they took flight in the field – their arms wings, their mouths propellers. I smiled when I looked to the...
The Colors of the Rainbow

The Colors of the Rainbow

“If the world’s a veil of tears, Smile till rainbows span it.” –  Lucy Larcom The Colors of the Rainbow I saw so many colors on Saturday – cool colors mellow colors warm colors. No matter what color they were they were happy and gay. I saw so many magnificent minds lighting up the street with the hunger of humanity eagerly enveloping everyone in earshot. Yes, friends, it was a sight to behold it was a sight to believe it was a sight to bestow. We discussed life, love and laughter. We never discussed the hereafter. When you are out and about and living in the now, you don’t think about the harm in humanity. The moment is wrapped in permanence, if only for a fleeting moment. On Saturday we were all happy and gay. I only saw two colors on Sunday – they were dark and they were cold. A few hours earlier we were waiting for life to take us in its wings. We were ready to keep living and loving and laughing. We were singing and dancing and exalting. Our song, our dance, our praises will go on and fade to a new song, a new dance, a new day. For some Sunday was the last dance. It was the last song. It was the last day. Always remember your last song, remember the warm feeling remember your connection to humanity. Remember to keep on laughing and loving and...
The Flavor of Fear

The Flavor of Fear

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.” – H.P. Lovecraft The Flavor of Fear I remember this smell, a smell that I could taste. The flavor of fear. It swam across my tongue as the odorous feeling covered the insides of my mouth. I choked on the fear and my eyes began to water as it trickled down my throat. Fear is earthy. Fear is salty. Fear is everywhere. I drank a glass of water to remove the fear. To clean the insides. Water is everything. Water is life. Water is...