Thinking Out Loud

I can only speak one language You can speak maybe three or five, I admire that. Sometimes I hear you talking. Speaking to another In French or Spanish or Italian; I love that! Thinking out loud. I wish my brain  Could speak like you In more than one language; In a voice I never heard. There is an art To say, “I love you” In more than one way. There are two or more words They say, To the meanings of everything, There is more than one understanding In this world of speaking.  More languages  Than anyone could  Ever imagine.  … Continue reading Thinking Out Loud

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About Awareness

During our life’s journey, Know there are other people That can inspire us. There are no real answers nor guidance They must come from within our own heart; Our own inner self of knowing; A connection with the universe. We all have thoughts from the past, Emotion and body sensations are strong To observe; just to let them pass through. It’s alright to feel, Not everything is solid state. When the past is gone; it makes little sense To identify our being with past experiences. What we have right now; That is the most important. This is real and it’s … Continue reading About Awareness

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About Adventure

There is something about an adventure The beauty and elegance of the road, Finding places unseen before, Some more than a thousand years old. When exploring these hemispheres I feel there is an essence about it, An existence not seen by all, Discovering it’s secrets are sacred. They exist though pale in the light, You can see them moments before the dawn  Just when the light graces the earth, Wondering if heaven is like this. I see the nested sparrows rising;  Listening to the seagulls calling, The doves cooing in the morning And pigeons on a fence. It is a … Continue reading About Adventure

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Le Voyage

Bonjour! I have always loved to travel. Sometimes it’s risky leaving home, going on an adventure to another country, then going through customs and then border patrols. Those are times when we share new loves and new conversations talking about settling somewhere new. What if”s are fun… refreshing. Perhaps looking for a job or even a new house anyone knows that it is risky. But, I think sometimes the heart overtakes reason and you just want to hit the road. We are on our way to Paris, just for a few days. Taking the ferry from Dover to Calais. We’re … Continue reading Le Voyage

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Songs

We have not come here to take prisoners, But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy. We have not come into this exquisite world To hold ourselves hostage from love. Run my dear, From anything That may not strengthen Your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, From anyone likely To put a sharp knife Into the sacred, tender vision Of your beautiful heart. We have a duty to befriend Those aspects of obedience That stand outside of our house And shout to our reason “O please, O please, Come out and play.” For we have not … Continue reading Songs

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Writing About Ideals

“A battle is to be conducted on behalf of liberty and freedom and against tyranny and oppression.” -Simon Bainbridge – Napoleon and English Romanticism  Actually, when writing, there might be purpose; Is is not the attention of the writer to the reader to engage them into a sense of excitement… Can one be  induced by tremendous courage when staring into the face of the enemy? During the time of the Napoleonic Wars; Spain was fighting against Napoleon.  France; had the most powerful army in the world, Sadly, not anymore.  Was Napoleon really that harsh? It’s not easy keeping your country … Continue reading Writing About Ideals

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Poet Heart

Oh my poet-heart, is there still time for Paris Where the sweet wind wandering goes? Round each corner; the trees in airy flight Nights bathed in amber light. Low at my feet the winding sidewalks behold Valley and town drenched, entranced in deep repose. Has there ever existed such a more beautiful place… None with more appeal; even when it rains. But I know how softly on the music plays Where mosses creep; where our love is not far. A place where we are free Flinging forth our memories with ease Traveling to Paris in the car… With my poet … Continue reading Poet Heart

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Still Paris

Why is it France that sometimes beckons me Paris whispers, I  wave, and she cries, Listening to sounds of her calling us back Waves of leaving never needing to say goodbye A last smile before into the oceans crept, Like waters blanketing tears that she wept Rushing forth but not without a trace, With you there, I first saw your beautiful face, Keeping in mind that when I forget  That I, long ago, Paris is where I first fell in love with you there. Paris still whispers, for we were there.  Continue reading Still Paris

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