It bothers me everyone knows the name Albert Einstein as being a great mind, but ask those people what he’d done and you more than likely get a blank stare into the sky and a reply of ” ummm I know this… gimme a second… ”
“Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute; sit on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour– that’s relativity”
Albert Einstein
the pounding
of my heart
is speeding the pulse
of the clock beyond midnight.
i am drenched
in the sweat
of my latest regret
when i fear morning
is only hours away
and i will see
even more clearly
in the pale
of the dawn
how much worse it is
to break a heart
other than your own.
There are pathways through life and like a single candle in an eternal darkness we each seek to make our mark. We strive to contrast our surroundings never realizing there are shades of gray. Some people instinctively know their way while others stumble in the night. It is at those times when darkness reaches out a hand and reveals it is only a shield from reality. When we realize we must face the world as our own person and not what others want us to be, we falter. Humanity likes to neatly label feelings. Confusion and adolescence are only a few names for realization. To survive you must reach out and take what is offered. Fight to be uncovered from the darkness and the face the light of days. Ignore the rays of the sun that urge you to follow their way of thinking. Then you will have made your mark by being an individual.
Posted under ggThe eye-blue sky
is showing off
all of its seventy-six
degrees
as the barely-there breeze
brushes fragments of autumn
off of the sidewalk.
Yellows and reds are only
momentary,
mindless illusions
of future,
and for the moment
they are serving
to flavor this Indian Summer
When girls meant ‘yuck’
and friends were new
Dreams were unshattered
and worries few
When recess was too short
and life too long
Decisions came easy
without the need to belong
When storks delivered babies
and passions weren’t so strong
Friendships were unbroken
right was right, wrong was wrong.
When farewell meant just for summer
and real friends didn’t part
The fun went on forever
and never left a broken heart
i get scared that there are cobwebs that shroud those treasure chests. They lie hidden in a corner of my mind like a forgotten LaCrosse jacket with my name stitched in cursive from high school that I look at only when moving thing around the attic, searching with a flashlight. Even though I feel sad to know these places of my mind aren’t in regularly visited, it’s also like the jacket. It’s only meant for those brief moments of springing intense happiness on me. Things will do that for me. It’s those bursts of happiness, trivial to some, that tie together the mundane of the everyday.
A long time ago
Someone once said
Fate is a tangle
Follow one thread
I’ve finally sorted
Through knot after knot
Picked a thread
Followed it to the top
It lead me to you
To your smiles and cheer
You made me revalue
Things i used to hold near
Fate is a tangle
Follow one thread
Without you here
I know I’d be dead
leaves
colored tea-stained
circle like a cyclone.
it is a transparent
explanation about how
nothing stays the same.
we sit behind the building
on a cold bench and exchange
idiosyncratic observations
about how brittle leaves behave.
we banter about the display
of the world to fill time up
because we cannot talk of love.
i know
you don’t
carry the weight
of what was
around with you
the way i do.
i hope at least
i earned
a fragment
of your sadness
and perhaps
a sleepless night
A faded memory haunts
A small unvisited room
In the back of her mind
Closed in a book, unread
The volume it fills
Would be too heavy
To carry if written
Instead held on the shoulders of the past
One night, can show you the world
Connecting vibrations
One moment, eyes locked
Can be a life time lived
A swirl of coincidence
Opens the book
Unfolding the story
Almost forgotten
Pleasure yields to pain
As truth shines
Tears rain
Memories are too ephemeral
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Posted under ggThe progression of time leaves behind a wake of morbid anniversaries that torture the soul. It’s inevitable, the only way to avoid this is to become one of these memories. My mental calendar is scarred with dates of lost friends, family, and heroes. Last evening I felt strength in my sadness for Our friend Stitch. I know he was up there casting a spiritual flood gate to hold back my tears. I wasn’t sure why I felt so strong, as my usual reaction on a two year anniversary of losing someone is a river of tears flowing into my beverage. But alas, here I was wondering if Stitch and O’Leary were passing a joint looking down on all of their friends trying to shield the sadness. It was the strength of my friends’ voices today sharing my pain, which had lifted my spirit and kept my sanity in check. I drifted to sleep trying my best to have my thoughts reach Stitch like a magical game of telephone.
On a visit to Scranton PA, I ran into Stitch when I pulled in, Randomly. He was at a party going on down the street from Mike C’s dorm. I stopped and he helped me try to locate Mike, who was no where to be found… Not unusual… So I wound up with Stitch all night walking around town party to party, searching for Mike, and by the 4th place we had forgot we were looking for him. At the 6th place we got to Mike was there and wondering what had took me so long to get to town… It was in Stitch’s nature to take care of people. Running into was a coincidence but that night, his actions, weren’t a random event, it was who He was. We just mask the importance of the kind of person he was by remembering it as a great night we partied together, and not saying he “took care” of me that night. And at 20 years old- most of us needed taking care of.
Almost pushing 30 those days seem like yesterday. And I appreciate that Stitch is still looking out for me.