Dream goo…

The sun sets on another day…

Sunset was relatively beautiful in a relatively beautiful type of way. As I looked out into the evening sky I saw shards of light scatter through the horizon. It wasn’t a normal sunset but it was spectacular just the same.

I was having a discussion with somebody and I was overcome by poetic passion. The result was a poem inside of a poem with a ton of extra thoughts and meanings floating in and out of a gooey center made for us smore or something similar. I found myself spewing words and thinking about the depth of poetic passion and what it means. It was good.

In my opinion poetry spans a great deal of emotional distance. The poet has to consider the impact of words far more carefully then the novelist or journalist. With fewer words the ability to impart emotion has to be considered with every syllable. Each syllable is part of a larger whole and that too has to be considered as the internal rhythm of the poem can call too many. When I was in high school and college I spent far too much time translating Latin prose and poetry and those words were as well chosen as any English.

I guess the whole purpose of today’s post is to get you thinking about words. Not necessarily the gooey ones but instead the ones that actually relate to others more than the concrete. How can we relate complex emotions and other feelings as we go and in the process communicate even more effectively. Take your time, choose your words wisely, and inspire the world.

So as the sun sets on another day, take a moment and consider all of the wonderful words that are floating out in the English language. Then consider all the languages and all the additional words that are available to you in the world. I think you’ll find that you have an arsenal of adjectives and a plethora of pronouns available to you as well as nouns, verbs, adverbs, and plain fun. Enjoy your communication every day, no matter what yeah.

Sleep sweet, love life, and goo it up…

Eyes open…

The sun sets on another day…

Sunset would have been super if those dern clouds had not eaten it again. Still, I smiled as the sun set because it was a good day filled with happy thoughts. Often that is enough, sometimes it is more!

My poem for today, just because.

I walk with eyes wide open and see the world before
I find a path and make it last and never know for sure
The things that lay before me, without recipe or care
I need to watch the world around me and always be aware

The people who do good, sometimes find their way to bad
the things that they have done can make many people sad
The evil men declare are often doing good
and showing all a better path and the good for which they stood

The world is just a treatise, on worry, rhyme, and more
we have to take our moments back and realize what’s for sure
the sure is just a word now, and we know that it is true
that sure cannot be a surety for anyone but you

The world is always changing and the world is never the same
The world finds a way, while people look to blame
and when the world finds itself within your widened view
I hope that you can find the time to find out what is true

With your eyes open wide.

So as the sun sets on another day, I hope your day was good. I hope your walked into the day with open eyes. I hope you found all the things you want each day, and made the world yours, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and look closely…

It’s all write…

The sun sets on another day…

Sunset was a terrific series of exciting colors. The sky was bright with hues that were almost like satin. It was pretty awesome!

I had the opportunity today to spend time with a series of talented writers. We were presenting our writing journey to a large group of interested onlookers. I try to always be very positive and to help people along in their journey. There are lots of reasons that people want to write, some of them include the creation of their story, the release of tension or passion, an innate need to write, and so many more. The audience in this group was very accommodating and everyone involved was very positive.

I find that if we share ideas at the very core, we often communicate more effectively than most people understand. As I sat and watched the interaction and joined in many cases it made me feel pretty good that so many, were interested in sharing part of themselves. You know if you would like to put something together it’s all right. If you take the time to do so it is all write.

Many people have a wonderful story to share. I hope if you have a story to share that you take the time to share it and even if only one person reads it, maybe, just maybe, you will change the world.

So as the sun sets on another day, I hope that you have a fantastic day and live your passion to its fullest extent. If that passion is writing I hope you find the people that support you and that make you feel good about life every day, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and keep writing…

A matter of trust…

The sun sets on another day…

I sat watching the sunset for a moment or an hour, I could not tell which for just an instant as my mind scanned the entirety of today, and reread it a hundred times before shaking my head, and watching the day end. I was on an unfamiliar street, with unfamiliar people, but the world and the situations were all too familiar.

If you have read anything I have written, you will know I try to be a little more positive and lift people up. Forgive me if it takes a moment to get there today. It will happen.

I was at a funeral today filled with people. Some knew each other, and some did not. The people at the center of the service were warm and welcoming, and in such a difficult time, everyone attending was made to feel as though they were special and important, and it was as it should be.

I was very impressed with the person leading the service at the beginning of it all. There were complexities in the entire scope of what was going on. A series of families broken then melded back together, and some remained broken. Being who I am, I saw the emotions of everyone around me, and it wasn’t easy. Some struggled with the situation, some struggled with the past, some struggled with the future, and some struggled with themselves.

I watched as four people bared their souls and shared the life of a magnificent woman with the attendees. People nodded, people smiled, people laughed, and people cried. I thought to myself, “This is how people should be, sharing and feeling,” and then was lost for a moment as my sister spoke of love, passion, and everything in between. The stories were good, but there was still a complexity and uneasiness as two sides of an uneven coin lay separate and apart.

It was here that the entirety of this post sits. The leader of the service knew the person who passed away well, perhaps too well. At that point, they decided to deliver a series of words with good intentions. They gave a narrative they had been given and expressed it to a part of the family that may not have been familiar with it. They admonished a situation that they had not lived. They assumed that what they were doing was good, but in this particular case, they did not consider all the dynamics of the situation. If I were looking at this from above, I could teach that to give advice or determine a course of action. It is essential to have all sides of the equation filled out. It is even more critical when you guide someone’s life or hold their life in your hand.

You may not think words have an effect. Your comments may be right for a situation. You may be right. You may also need to be corrected.

In the grand scope of communication, the best communication is often silence. What follows for a second here is an opinion that often is the core of personal interaction.

In this situation, there was a divorce. The children did or did not understand the situation and were adult enough to make their own decisions. A rift was created between the children and the parent, and for over 20 years, the situation was strained or nonexistent. That is only what I know, but it is the tip of the iceberg. The leader of the service made a statement and assumed that they knew the situation completely. For them, it was real because what they had been made aware of was devastating, and there was no excuse for how things were. The question becomes, “was that reality?” and in that question lies my issue today. There were three people yesterday looking for guidance and growth. There were three people yesterday dealing with demons that they will never be able to excise now. There were three people that were near defeated, and a series of words were thrown out that was a literal coup de grace.

Is there an answer here?

There is an answer. If you do not know all sides of the situation, it is often better to remain silent. If you are standing with someone and they say they are at the edge of a cliff, your job should be to help them up, not push them over the edge. We often feel that we have a right to push our initiative based on what we think we know, and in the end, what do we really know? I know only one thing: I am on a journey, and I am imperfect. I learn and grow every day. I revise who I am daily because I am willing to open my mind and see beyond myself. I know that all of the things I see are different from what everyone else sees. I am sure many have no concept of what I see, and just as importantly, I cannot see the world through their eyes.

This is a long bunch of words just to say before you open your mouth. It’s important to understand what you’re talking about. It is important to know all situations. It is important to have compassion. It is important to be the person to others that you would like to address you.

So as the sun sets on another day, sorry about this ridiculously long post. I just felt it was important to push people out to the forefront and set aside our personal biases. With that, I leave you with something I used to say a lot, “be careful what you say and make your words sound soft and sweet, for you don’t know from day to day which ones you’ll have to eat.” Be the person that listens more than talks and be amazing every day, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and be you…


The sun sets on another day…

The snow fell hard as sun set on the horizon. I hoped for a moments respite, but it did not come and instead I smiled at the fluffy sky and ever whitening horizon.

A poem for today:

Spare Me
Your words fall upon my ears like music in a concert hall
I know not when the words will end or if the sound will fall
I simply know my soul will fly and wander for to thee
If only words can make the case to kindly please, spare me

Sticks and stones can break all bones and take more with their art
We find our moments mired in thoughts that tear our hearts apart
as words can sting and rend and flay the ire of any to see
I once again just kindly ask for you to just spare me

We all feel powered, empowered, and more, and feel our righteous wrath
We think we walk among a godlike bridge on some quite holy path
As fire rains upon us all, and words spark tense debate
The holy war or words is lost and the fire will not abate

Feelings hurt, or passion stung, or thoughts were set asunder
but as the smoke slides from the field it givers us time to wonder
As words can sink a thousand ships, or set worlds and minds free
I think we all should rise one voice that proudly yells Spare Me.

I hope everyone has a terrific night, and enjoy the moments you can, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and spare us all…

The Third…

The sun sets on another day…

Sunset found it to be another cold crisp and less colorful eve, at least where we were. The cold was past cold, and as night came the crispness in the air grasped my lungs and let them know I was still alive.

Today was a day of interesting contradictions. I found myself thinking of all the things that were going on and wrote the following:

Another day passes but this one is new and now it is the third,
Along my way I find the sounds and make them into words
I find the moments and feel much more to stay inside the fray
and know the moments will stumble on and make another day

Pass the past and moments passed and time became as one
the crazy seconds add up quick and end another day
Why is it the third and not the forth and why do I feel so deep
and how can I lose another day and not find time to weep

The day is done and no more thirds for worry, weep, or play
I find the peace I need inside and start to end this day
Slow the moments, time stands still, and I feel another night
and now the darkness closes in and I await the light

and tomorrow will show us the fourth

So as the sun sets on another day, the third has come and gone, and I hope that everyone enjoys the moments of the day, not just on the third but on each and every day, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and the fourth will awaken soon…


The sun sets on another day…

Another cloudy day but it made me smile, the sky was out longer, and the darkness, well, was not so dark.

With that in mind I offer the following:

The Darkness

Some see the darkness as they look across the night
Some see the smoke across the wind
Some see the sparkles of fire taking flight
Some see the flames that show within

I know that inside is a fire burning bright
I know that smoke soon fades away
I know that fire becomes a bright and shining light
I know that fire is here to stay

Some see the darkness and some may see the light
and I know it matters not to me
For as the fire burns and the smoke fades far from sight
I know my fiery soul is free

So as the sun sets on another day, have a super night, and be fantastic tomorrow.

Sleep sweet, love life, and is it dark out there?

In the rough…

The sun sets on another day…

Sunset was cold, wet, and full of fun as Pepper and I dragged trees in the stinging mist. The sky waned but we kept carrying the fallen, one branch at a time.

Today is another poem day:

I wish people could see through my eyes for just a moment.
 we stand with all our good and bad visible to the world
 unknowing which path we should take to grow or which we should take to know

All too often we cannot see past but others might
 for we face our lives as chiseled and honed
 unsure we strive to understand and see beyond the simple that lies before us

I wish people could see through my eyes as I see them
 there are no good nor bad and there are no divisions to make us sad
 only infinite gems forged and cut by the moments that we find each and every day

I wish people could know. even in the darkest moment they are still
 more than a diamond in the rough but instead a masterpiece
 slowly being uncovered by toils and trials of us all. we are always more.

So as the sun sets on another day, remember you are amazing each day, and as the world uncovers your facets, find a way to see past what others see. Believe in who you are, each day, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and live deeply…

Clearly muddy…

The sun sets on another day…

I watched sunset through the trees and revelled in the colorful display of excitement. It isn’t often that so many colors show up as winter embeds itself across the horizon.

For the last couple days I have been considering a lot. I know that is not easily measurable, because a lot is more than a little but less than too much. No matter how you slice it I sat today trying to decide how to approach the world and the thoughts rapidly rummaging through all of the corners of my mind. Because everything is abstract I think I’m going to start today with a poem.

I See

I see the day and see the night and all that runs between
I feel the morn and feel the right and leaving right is left it seems
I hear the words and feel the sounds and silence would be better
If everyone listened to what was said then nothing would ever be better

I hear the fights inside their minds and know that fury is there
the men and women without a care rip minds, souls, hearts without care
when the sky is bright the light drives evil or does it now today
when people stay with no escape, and pain can’t show a way

If hot stove touched we learn to go, but ripped mind and heart don’t count
For no quarter given and nothing taken excuses easily mount
I see it all and I hold back, I watch the cards fall loose
and as I do I hold my tongue even as I want to use a noose

Why can’t we see what others feel, why can’t we listen and hear
Why can’t each person see inside and know that we are dear
Why can’t the silence find the world and light a well wrought path
So each person, you and old, can see a way, and avoid their epitaph

I will keep trying, I push so hard, to try to open eyes
perhaps that push to show and tell with be my own demise
For each of us is who we are, with bias deep and wide
and I am just one who tries to show each one another side

Perhaps it will make a difference.

So as the sun sets on another day, consider everyone and find your way to see past you, and perhaps your life will change for the better. Live life every day with all the power you can, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and keep living…

Sunday sun day…

The sun sets on another day…

Sunset was cloudy and I could not make it to the waterline. It looked as though the clouds would create a series of interlocking puzzle pieces to look amazing. I bet it was glorious. For me, I enjoyed the colors I saw and loved every moment.

I enjoyed the sun rising in the east today. I actually do just about every day when there is a break in the clouds. The morning sun shines through the trees and makes them glimmer in sparkles of red and gold as I take my morning walk. It is quite spectacular.

Today was fantastic as I watched the sun rise and it cascaded across new snow. The result was nothing less than awe inspiring. with that in mind, consider:

The sun rises
As the sun rises I find my way, now lit by scarlet light
I find a path and feel the sun hit my face as I forge ahead
There is nothing I cannot do or see if the light opens the path
For even if it is not there, I can find it without pause if I press on
and in that we see the difference

So as the sun sets on another day, find your path, push forward, and if the light is there, make your own way to your destination, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and live strong…