Perspective's Behind the Blue

~ Thought....~

2010-08-27T18:49:00.006-05:00

If we are, in fact, made of the stuff of stars...
Perhaps impossible, is an illusion...

See yourself...See Beauty...
Know yourself....Know Infinite Possibility...

Maybe it's not about waking up one morning and saying, 'I know exactly what I want to do! (with/in my life) But waking up and saying, 'I just want to live and be happy..."

And I Wonder....

2010-01-01T19:56:00.006-06:00

And I wonder...
When I look to the sky,
What would it be like to truly fly...

Veiled

2009-07-21T14:31:00.009-05:00

Veiled

Gaze going toward the veiled,
Unsure of what is behind...
Shall I try to peer through?

Or, resolve to the notion, idea,
Perhaps, maybe just perhaps,
I should not know...

If I knew,
Would my path still follow
The same course?
For I am now, who I am,
But not yet who I will be....

The dark, the veiled, can be
Unnerving, rattling, a tense presence,
Shaking us like fragile leaves
Clinging to late autumn branches,
Wuthering in the chill of the breeze...

There are times,
We prepare the hardest for dark,
Torches to light the way at the ready,
Though, non the less, it is not to be lit
All we did dissolves...

Despite, we most often find footing,
Even if it may be rickety at the go...
Where once autumn leaves trembled,
Buds bloom in the warming sun...

I can gaze on the veil
Understanding my path,
Is to be what it will...
The hand of grace shall guide...
Tibi Confides emblazoned in my heart...

Unknown is to always be…

fear & uncertainty, natural
If I, or you, do not push on in spite,
we could miss
moments, times, events,
Ours to live…

R.E.T June, 09'

~Gone but Not Forgotten~

2009-04-10T11:26:00.007-05:00

~*Gone but Not Forgotten*~

Sometimes things happen without rhyme or reason,
They can be as mysterious as the changing seasons,
It’s a hard thing to deal with, young life cut so short
Your footsteps well never again grace the tennis court,
Well, at least not here on the physical Earth. The angles
Will be blessed with your smile and giant warm and
Loving heart. When we look up at the stars at night
You will be there to lead us on a path that is right.

We may as why? Why so soon did you have to
Go? That question will never have an answer.
Though that may lead us to be vexed, our hearts will
Heal over time. If we remember the good you have done
And the people you touched. The children that will receive
Locks of your formerly long hair, how grateful they will be
For the gift that you gave. Life is never easy at any point,
So I guess some things just need to be left unanswered.

It doesn’t really matter how it happened, the fact is your gone.
So, we will just remember you and some how move on.
Whether we run to take away the pain, or sing or dance,
Play our music loud, or just sit and cry to relieve the stress.
Your family and friends will all miss you immensely, but we
Know you are watching us from somewhere up in the big blue
You would want us to go on, and keep living life.

Brandon teach everyone up there how to do the ‘Tornado"
Or the ‘Nader" as I liked to call it. Play them in tennis
Maybe even challenge my Grandpa and my dads
Best friend Noel to a match, they would love that.
Make um laugh up there like you did us.
Oh and hey man just one more thing,
Have a super great time with those wings.

The world lost a great guy on
April 10, 2004; we love you and will never forget
Thank you for the good times. I didn’t get to talk to you
Much second semester, that doesn’t matter, have fun
In heaven and we will remember.

R.E.T
4/10/04

I wrote this only about 2 1/2 hrs after finding out one of my friends and high school classmates, (though he was Junior as was his passenger, I was a Senior) died in a car accident along with his passenger. So, though at the end of the poem, I talk about "a great guy," the world lost two great guys. I just did not really know Darren other than by name, so this was my initial raw emotion about Brandon.

Compass Point

2009-03-12T11:07:00.003-05:00

~*Compass Point*~

Compass point,

To direction not known...

Where?... Can't say, who knows....

Out there...Out there....Go, Go, Go

When...how...who...who? Why...

Me that's who.

Only I...only me...

Set it free...free to be, there...

There where?...

Can't say, who knows....

Only me, only I, open the door...

Step out...out there...

To where?...

Can't say, who knows....

RT. 06'

Out There

2009-02-15T21:05:00.005-06:00

*~Out There~*

See the clouds and sky,

Far beyond the ordinary...

Where the horizon meets the ocean

and the ocean horizon meets

The frontier of black velvet and diamonds...

All things blend to one

The colors mix and bleed...

Endeavoring to fullfill an aching need...

Whispered thoughts transcend on the wind,

Waiting for listening ears, mind, soul...

It's a place inside which begs to be found,

To be unlocked....the doors opened wide...

Searching, yearing, seeking to find

Serenity in the storm of life....

Where my heart really, truly resides......

R.T. 2007'

~Gum & Rocks~

2009-01-13T11:38:00.002-06:00

~*Gum*~

When walk’n round,
In bare feet...
Beware!!
Of sticky, icky,
Gum on
the ground!

R.T. Oct. 08'

~*Dirt*~

Rocks in one pocket,
dirt in the other…
Mixed up with
precious “treasures!”
Mud caked shoes
filled with grimy socks...

Grass stains on the knees
Of their pants…
Gritty, slimy, hands.
Tonight, they will
dream of
‘Far off lands’…
It is safe to say,
The kids…
had a wonderful,
Enchanting, day of play…

R.T. Oct. 08'

Wide

2008-11-25T09:30:00.007-06:00

~*Wide*~

Spreading wide, far...

Expansive, strong, triumphant...

Pointed to unknown...

Sky, sea, land...

Freedom of flight...

unrestrained...

Out of the fire,

the ashes...

Always comes new...

carry still...

Knowledge of,

before...

Old wings shed...

helping guide now...

I look to me...

You...

My heart...

Beating a steady,

Rhythm of...

Beauty, Passion,

of...

Love...

R.T. Oct. 08'

Sharks & T-Shirts

2008-11-13T09:23:00.016-06:00

~*The Dog & The Shark*~

The dog ran into the surf,
Chasing a moving fin...
The people and I gasped,
Crazy pooch get out of there!
That’s not your turf…
But the curious canine,
sniffed and licked
Trying to follow in pursuit…
The shark though,
Seemingly uninterested in
this fury, four legged creature…
Decided to continue
on its’ swimming way.
Lucky for the pup,
who finally ran back to land…
He did not make a new,
toothy friend,
In the watery sand.

R.T. Oct. 08'

~*The T-Shirt*~

It’s the T-shirt seen
Round’ the world…
Coming in a myriad of colors,
From which to pick.
Big shirts, little shirts,
All the in between…

That's right, pets too!
Seems like everybody has one
They appear to pop up here,
There, almost anywhere...
The souvenir people just
Had to buy...
‘Look here I was on
The South Beach side's
famous cafe & H.H.I!’
Get online watch them
Be made…
Press, press, design, design...
See how they go around…

and down the line.
Yes, it’s Salty…
It’s crazy Doggy…
This logo'd cotton wonder…
Being all the rage.
As for me…
I left it on the shelf and rack
I bought C. Zodiac's

instead…

R.T Oct. 08'

Where They Walked

2008-11-02T11:57:00.002-06:00

*~Where They Walked~*

Over the grounds they walked,
So do I…
Through the halls they stepped,
So do I…
Between the walls they learned in,
So do I...
Soon, to the same Alma Mater will I walk,
Into the next frontier…
I always knew I would walk where they walked…
I will do it justice.
For I am a proud Grandchild,
To proud Grandparents.

R.T. Oct. 08'

Dream'n

2008-10-27T10:16:00.002-05:00

This is a really old one. : )

*~Dream'n~*

I'm just sit'n in the pew

With nothing to do

I guess I should be listen'n

Instead of writing this

But for some reason I just can't

My minds wondering again

Just like it does at school

So many thoughts can't control

Them all, but that's ok

Because there's nothing wrong

With dreaming...nothing
Wrong at all...

R.T. 97' or 98'

Run on the Ocean

2008-10-27T10:13:00.003-05:00

*~Run On The Ocean~*

The hard-packed sand is my trail,

My road…

To run on right along the coast,

Where the horizon seems to never end…

My shoes they leave prints,

Which are washed clean by the tides…

Running where the water will cover,

In due time.

The once exposed path,

Now under bubbles & waves.

The sand, it soaks up the salty tides…

When the track is there,

Uncovered once again…

I say,

I have run on the ocean…

R.T. Oct. 08'

Bubbles & Bunnies

2008-10-27T10:07:00.012-05:00

*~The Bubble Lady in the Park~*

A few days ago, as I'm walking through the park, off a ways in front of me, I see what appear to be bubbles. The classic kind of bubbles which come in those brightly colored solution bottles with wands. Purchased for creating cheap, instantaneous, fun. My interest peeked, I continue walking along as the bubbles get closer and closer. Finally, the source of said bubbles reveals its’ self to be a woman in her late 40's or perhaps middle 50's. Merrily strolling and slightly skipping down the path, while producing the shiny, shimmery, floatie spheres. She smiled a quite cheerful smile followed by, “Good Moring,” both which I returned, as she went on her way and I mine. I can only assume others smiled too. I have seen her again, a few more times. Leaving in her wake the trail of glimmering bubbles: seemingly to spread smiles and laughter to those out for a walk or run on a pretty day. I think this, because in her smile, there seemed to emerge a whimsy; a knowing that she indeed was trying to spread a unique type of joy. Maybe there are different reasons but why think about that? It's good to believe there are people in the world who want to and are willing, to do silly things just to make others crack a smile. For those of us having a great day and those of us having the worst day, everybody can always use a good laugh. So, in my park, on some days, there happily strolls a lady with her bubbles. A lady who just might, bring a grin and chuckle, to those who happen to come upon her and she them: I love it.

R.T. 08'

*~Bunny Rabbits and Popcorn~*

It's amazing all the little things I notice from having worked with my A.Club kids for nearly four years. Like being more than half asleep while being drug out to Wal-Mart at night by my mom. Still, despite being car lagged from two days of driving, (albeit to reach the beach) I saw a couple of kids running our way. Pretty much about to crash full on into the cart. They didn't by the way, but after moving on I had to laugh and say, "well jeez, can you tell I work with kids". Bringing me to the title of this little drabble. As I was walking Gunnar, (my dog) while passing one of the houses on the corner atop a hill, I see a rabbit sitting in the grass behind the fence. Suddenly, I hear a loud cry of, "BBUUNNYY!!!!," followed by a charging little boy in only his shorts. The bunny took off like a jumping jack and the chase was on. The little boy dashed around the play set, not letting up in his whooping. Hot on the trail as the cotton tail about faced the other way. Undeterred, the boy changed course just as fast. In the end, the bunny got away but really does it matter if it did or didn't? I was smiling a wide smile as Gunnar and I continued on our way.

Thinking of the simple joys kids find in things. Like trying to catch tiny fish and put them in a water bottle. Most will successfully evade the net, foiling the plans of the kid. Who, then puts on a look of even more determination when the next unsuspecting fish appear. Not every set of fins will win.

Now, for the charming afternoon popcorn brigade… Driving home from work, as I'm coming to a stop sign at the top of a hill, sits a stand. In a blaze of white shirts and flying hair two little girls’ duck out of sight then reappear. With outstretched arms they enthusiastically hold out a homemade sign. On which Fourth and Third grade writing spells out, “Popcorn!,” in somewhat messy scroll. Now stopped I asked, "Alright, whatcha' selling?" "Popcorn! $.50 for a small bag and $.75 for a big one!," they animatedly sung out. Of course, once I saw the sign, my mind was made up. So, I dug around in my bag and fished out some change- much to the joy of the girls. When I got home I looked on the paper bag which held more messy scroll, "Unbelievable Butter!" it declared. I remembered my days of selling lemonade at our garage sales and other childhood money making schemes. I still have a, “Car Wash,” sign of mine in our garage.

It's the type of moments in life, such as these, which I treasure the most: both to watch and take part in. The simple instances that, if you let them, can bring about the best smiles and laughter. The rush of life slows down even if only briefly. I hope kids never stop chasing bunnies, tinny fish, or popping popcorn. Metaphorically speaking, maybe adults should do this more.

R.T. 08'

Perspective's Behind the Blue

*~ Thought....~*

And I Wonder....

Veiled

~*Gone but Not Forgotten*~

Compass Point

Out There

*~Gum & Rocks~*

Wide

Sharks & T-Shirts

Where They Walked

Dream'n

Run on the Ocean

Bubbles & Bunnies

~ Thought....~

~Gone but Not Forgotten~

~Gum & Rocks~