Wind whisper my name
in his ear
Let my breath soften his heart
Water keep my memory alive
Let him see my eyes in your reflection
Swells of emotions
deep inside these tides
Just a feeling blowing in my
mind reminding me of an earlier time
Circle in the sand
Remember my command
Water dripping from my hand
Let me fly above this land
Wind whisper my name
in his ear
Let my breath soften his heart
Remember me…
If you please
Written 89-91
There once was girl who longed for home
for she was not of this Universe and she longed to go home
But she did not know where her home was
or if anyone would listen to her cries of her heart
she felt so all alone out in the middle of no where
Surely, this had been some big mistake
Things were not supposed to be this way
She wandered and wandered and she wondered if anything would ever change
Because she knew if she did not get help soon
she would just age and die like all earthlings do
So if anybody’s out there, please help her find her way
I wonder if all earth people feel this way, she said one day
Does everyone feel the end is near
or that time is running out
Does everybody else wonder what is left
and will there be anything left for me?
NO
This is just A TEST
Written in the early 90’s
Is this life we’ve been given just a test?
How can you be a writer, if you will not write?
What is it that is between here and there that I don’t have?
What is the purpose of dying? (To Live)
What is the purpose of living? (To Die)
Why must we live
&
Why must we die
What is the order and does it exist?
What is the opposite of entropy?
Could it exist where nothing is random
Bit by Byte
Oh Right!!!
How witty
Written in the Early 90’s
Random thoughts on writing and the impetus of wanting to write…sorting through contemplatively the matrix of what is, and what is not…never titled, just threw on a title today (July 26, 2017)…finally writing a bit….maybe in an attempt to escape entropy
A man in love will drive hundreds of miles to date his beloved, but once a man has that woman, if the love he thought he had turns out to be lust, his interest to drive a thousand miles for a piece of ass vanishes.
I want a man who would drive a thousand miles to be with me today, and everyday like it was the first. His love for me witnessed by his yearning to be with me, I will see as a love that is true.
In the beginning of relationships, a man will linger on every word of his beloved. If he lets other things in his life take precedent, he will no longer have time to listen and will become impatient, and most intolerable. A woman senses the things a man becomes intolerant of, and if they signal that it is something she is doing quite naturally, then she knows her natural self is being denied its existence, and off to more fertile ground will her heart yearn to plant. For how can love thrive when the cultivating of love does not take precedent? Often love comes quite naturally, and often the tiller of the soil is necessary to sacrifice in the cultivation in order to reap what he sows. Men listen, women listen for even in love you reap what you sow, yet love is a gift to continually give, for God gives us this very gift continually. If we mimic the Father, will he be pleased, I think he is, and more yet he knows that is what it takes for us to be well pleased.
Is there a righteous man left to teach the ways of the Lord to his wife. Why are so many women so fearful of submission to a Godly man? Are they in fear of the very man they claim to love when they take a man to wed? Why would a woman want a man she did not respect to care for her every need under the direction of God? Women live in fear these days to be in subjection to men, and often that is the very man they marry. I believe it is they know inside their man is not a man of God, and that is at the root of their fear to submit! Yet herein is a paradox, for we are all children of God, if we so choose to be.
Can love thrive and bare fruit, when ye keep your garden dry?
I yearn to know the ways of the Lord. For I want to know how to keep my garden full of the flowers, and the fruits of his blessings, for to be without his instruction is to be back in the void. Out of the void we came, do we return there if we fail to see and hearken to his eternal wisdom? I believe to be born in this life is a blessing. In essence to go beyond the void is our purpose, to return to God pure and undefiled. It is his teachings, to heed Christ to cleanse the blemishes by daily renewal to walk toward the light, for by walking toward the light is the best way to be walking in the light. The baptism is a continual cleansing, the more muck and corruption of the world caked on us, there needs to be an awareness of what one must do to keep the filth away. To tread back on those same paths again is like a child playing in the mud never learning of the beauty underneath it all. Why play ye with dogs in pits where vicious men barter their souls in their drunken wanton escapades where the vanity to escape into their power plays is a snare that captivates the innocent and the fools? Get ye up and clean yourself off and tread not there again. Wipe the dust of their corruption off your feet! Wipe the dust of your own self-deceit off your feet, for your purpose is not completed ever in such filth.
Written some time between 1996-2003
Note: A man in love, taps the well spring of the divine, with arms wide open in surrender his well never runs dry….the Christos manifestation in actions of emulation…where miracles happen, and the spirit lifts and dances in delight…the body is lifted by every cell bathed in this wondrous light.
Golden Pearls
I send forth to thee
The breath that descends
into the depths of my heart
Pure thoughts that tap
the well of Love the Universe emanates
A gift to you and me
Golden Pearls I give to thee
As through me thankfully
they have been sent your way
The love sent free
in the wave of liberty
Golden Pearls radiate
and expand eternally
transcending time
A beautiful sight to feel
To know
To treasure
To cultivate for all
Yet a gift of Love set free
These Golden Pearls I send forth to thee
8-3-99
Learn to see them
Learn to touch them
Learn to taste them
Learn to let them pass through you
They are a gift not only for you to keep
But for you to learn to Give
May I so humbly learn to do the same
The light these Golden Pearls Shine & inspire
as they rotate and spin transforming
darkness into love
This we not forget
1999
I cannot be your Valentine
There was a time when this could have been
That time has now passed my friend
There were many days of love we shared
Many special days in mind
Where I knew we cared
All such more than a valentine
This year is new
I am not with you
your essence is always with me
even though your presence is not here
Let me be
For I have a heart
and another to cherish near
we did part
and that choice made clear
the love you had
left me sad
as I left
and you stayed
love is no bet
to be played
A heart in one’s life is precious
Be it shared on a Birthday, Christmas, or Valentine
You had mine
and oft it was treated treacherous
The life we created
you wished to be obliterated
There was no love there
I mistook you for someone with a heart to share
Can’t you tell
You taught your lesson well
Not to care
and even though I do dare
To care
it is from a distance
from a different point of view
Over now is my penance
of my charity to you…
Entertain me no more that I’m your valentine
For there was a time when this could have been
That time has now passed my friend
Take your heart and go in peace
Find the warmth of your desire
For all the coldness of your acts I release
Inward a breath
A sigh held high let out
To unfold my grief
In acceptance of our death
I find relief
No longer are you my lord, nor sire
So put out the fire
of those thoughts
Go on to create new dots
But leave me be
For the sake of my sanity
In my heart you are and always will you be
Yet my love for you has been set free
It is no longer mine to give thee
I wanted to keep you all to myself
but the butterfly I knew would die
I tried to give love to you, the nectar of my life
So unselfishly we have to part
Because I know I’m not the one
Who’ll fill your heart
2/8/2000
Note: After an 18 month relationship, he did not want to move from one coast to another at that time, and said he’d come later, and I knew then I would leave and not look back…yet he is the one looking back time and time again….now it haunts him what he gave away…
You ask why an autograph; perchance a brush with fame. Yet, I know we’re all the same. This you know as well. That is why your hearts opened up your home to charity. No matter how big or small, rich or poor we may all be, the human existence opens up us all to sacrifice. We all live and we all die and what is it all for? In this life we have a chance to be remembered. My asking for your name was so I could be remembered and so my daughter will remember our little brush with fame. Yet, I know we’re all the same. We all have our ups and downs, our here’s and there’s and all arounds. But if our hearts stay true, our souls may have the chance to be pure. From our darkest moments, we can set new goals, and not be victims of the past. So may all the hungry hearts be fed, so they may have the chance to set goals to enrich their lives.
Note: We meet again….F. Coppola, Napa Valley August 25, 1995
Christmas as a child
I could hardly wait
the night before looking at all the shining lights
reflecting off the colorful bows below
A top the tree an angel glows
In my heart thinking
Happy Birthday to Jesus
Yet upon reflection it was
more like a Happy Birthday to me
The years pass on
and I remember my loved ones
Now long gone
Having children of my own
Getting caught up in the consumerist storms
That pass through year after year
when my children would receive more than their fair share
In my soul I shudder
to think that the birth of Jesus many not have even been in the month of December
and that Christmas is really a combination of Pagan and Christian beliefs merged
Every year people near and far are always in deep spiritual need
Yet filling their stockings
Eating their pies
As their credit cards reach all time highs
Seems to be the way so many fill their gluttonous greed
Oh yes, the spirit of giving is the true divine gift
Yet too many use that as a crutch
to cleanse their guilt of the whole year
by going out and buying turkeys for the poor
When really if they would just look
in the eyes of their loved ones
and all the neighbors they should love as their selves
And say to them honestly
What can I give thee of myself
from my heart and soul truly…
I do believe miracles would begin to happen
Do give not for the sake of want
but let the spirit of giving
be a part of every breath
for just three days ago
I saw a crushed car
only to find out last night
a friend of my sons died that day
Every breath we draw in our being is a precious gift divine
we cannot be sustained without it
so I urge all I know to honor their spirit
to let each breath be one to celebrate
and not take for granted
And if there are no presents under the tree
One should be thankful that they are there to be
In that state of being to know that every breath they take
is a chance to give
so give of yourself to friend and foe
the spirit of love
for in that same spirit of love
God gave us Christ
In the examples of how Christ lived
We can come to learn and to grow
how to really be in spirit
for when we live in spirit
we touch the lives of all we know
so give from the divine heart every day
not just one day a year
Whether it is to give a hand or ear to someone near
give from the heart without fear
so that when the day comes when you take your last breath
You will firmly know that your material purpose has been fulfilled
I urge all to see it is the selfless who gives in every moment
who truly has it all…Merry Christmas to all…
12/25/01 11:04AM
In our minds we are always free
we cannot be contained with the walls of flesh and bone mentalities
Our spirit wants to flee
will not settle for material desires
that wrap around
to bring man down
such an obscure attainment
to be shrouded in wealth’s raiment
void of spiritual arraignment
the pure lament
The soul to grow
by fire
to know
the burn within
sparks a flame
divine intent
is born
for it is without this world
a jewel is refined
it is within
only a diamond in the rough
to venture on the coals
to set foot upon the path
and never look back
no pity
no sorrow
only joy in revelation
that it is all in us
the travesties of deceit
we each must face
to brave the storm
to come out of the fire
a purpose to be one
it is not to be tread
as if it were a given
for it is open to all
the meek in humility
to be so called upon
to cherish all
in servitude in thought
in action each second
to take for granted this gift
is to be burned a thousand fold
and never shine
to drink of desire
of every cell
can only truth
be realized
in such an individual
who nurtures
his own soul
and comes to know
LOVE
love unblemished
untarnished
so rare
but everywhere
it is the peace
of the free
the liberation of the spirit
to shine forth in all it aspires
never to retire
only to return
to guide others
who make the choice
to play their turn….
which road will you travel
if you make the choice
you are there
in the center of nowhere
but where truth encircles
just waiting for the earnest
to reach out
and see accord
by removing the veil
layer by layer
until the light within you
can no longer be contained
as you took the first leap of faith
you as quickly catch the first ray
what you do will all be up to you
to be forever born
to be forever one
Amen
9/08/2002 1:27 cdt
The Mind is a Garden Thirsty for Knowledge 