She was a thunderbolt of passion.

Often out-of-control.

Guided and misguided

But of all else I think her honesty drove her

to a premature death.

Not uncommon in the world of ART of all kinds.

Who?

The kind

You never forgot

The one who opened your eyes

The one whose name you remembered,

When you couldn’t, your own

Oh my

Oh My

What a dully inspired

Life is mine!

Have I a flap

Or generous lap

For the one I will know

Under the mistletoe

Will be mine

For all time….  

Imagine you’re a billionaire

And you’ve lived the best of a self-indulgent life

Filled with pleasure, all the fineries of life that can be had

And instant gratifications

And you’ve luxuriated in all of the self-worth, image, esteem, confidence; ego nurturing there can be

Now imagine you’re stricken with an incurable illness

You’re on your death bed

You beckon a minister, priest, rabbi or whomever is your spiritual leader to help

But to no avail

You are going to die

However the worst thing imaginable about your death isn’t, that

It’s knowing all of the great wealth you’ve accumulated will not be yours anymore

Regardless of all of the intricate planning and money you’ve squandered on attorneys

It’ll be taken from you

And you will die financially worthless

On an Eastern Mountain

High above

Where experienced hikers

Already have succumbed

Below he trudged

Stick in hand

A fellow of determination

Was his name of the land

Where to go?

What to see?

Time was running out

Quickly you see

So he set forth

To find

A cherished land

Told to him once

When he held his mother’s hand

It was then she said

Twas time you knew,

Life awaits us all

Especially you,

With that he thought

At fourteen years old

I think I’ll try to paint

Like my old man the fool

And that he did

And no fool was his dad

He gave his son his paintbrushes

And paints, to color the land

With that Pablo set out to color the world

Like no other without a spoken word

And so he lived his life so, fully

It’s not easy being

A Picasso you see.

Oh Boy

What a ride this has been

From a wooden bumper ride

To a blue van

From a small place

Maybe the smallest of places but it was ours

Then to another, larger, for a year that’s all

And after 12 or so we left with 2 kids in our arms

Oh boy

What a ride this had been

Ups and down, where to begin

To our first house for ever

Oh boy then apart for 12

Back again for more

And now add about 12 more

Oh boy

What a ride

It may last for years

Or months

Or days

But oh say

Oh Boy

What a ride………….Its been

I wish upon

A star so bright

My life would run through

5 red lights

And narrowly escape

Time and space 

Left alone in utter disgrace

And there I rest

Amidst chards of minutes misspent

Left alone to repent

Yet that option I dismiss

Life is too dear to be left

That undressed

So let the band play on, please

Harmonize notes and voices free

Until in quiet verse does declare

I lived here once so don’t despair 

Have you ever chased a dragon? 

One not big but large

A male I think

But maybe in pink

She’ll burn your britches quick

I think

Have you ever ran a race

One where you came in first place 

And no one saw

Your feet crossed the winners borders floor 

And hail you said

I’m almost dead

So please let me run my life

Go handle another’s strife

Have you ever said hello

When goodbye was what you meant

But still your dream

About another life’s turn 

Best you rest

Til you’re told it’s only a test

And paths of birds

Who echo unspoken words 

Make time and you space

Way out of place

Did it?

The tides of struggle

Success,

Failure,

Burned deeply into the soul,

All toll they said

He never did live

Nor did he see

The beginning

Of relief  

Or was it that he did

And did in fact live to the utmost of life’s generosity

But worry not because his life means nothing

To yours or other, you see

There yours to see, believe and run to the edge off an oceans

Furious sea

So run and then run some more

It’s yours to see till never more

Till never more

Been said I’m dead and that’s the end

But if it known

I’m still here but old

And if it said

One day’s end will bend

And I’ll be done

So don’t cry to long

Because no longer will I belong

To this space

But, another place

Out there in space

Like I said

I’ve got better places to go

I’ve got better places to go

Better places to go….

What pass was it?

Where the road rose up

And dipped 

Within

The hollow of life everlasting my friend

With no end

So within your world or mine

Is that where we should reside

Or should

… oh crap