To live, To love, Another day

If there is a battle
I hope my head always defers to my heart
-T. Chapman

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Some…things, so beautiful…one must look away.

Of these things,

the giddiness

and

jest…

set us apart.

Moments worth capturing…yet, set so

hush-ful,

you wonder about the state of your heart.

A corner curls just a trifle from the far reaches of her parted lips.

A nuance clutches your breathing.

Something that never was…

Something that did not always fit.

It is the kind of love that ruptures and raptures your heart…

Though it was not yours, you watch it, well lit.

Even if it is somebodies love you did not know.

It was someone’s else love to have and to hold.

Dandelion Wine

Forgive me, friend, I had been skipping rocks from the beginning.

Another cursed devotee from childhood.

As they say,

I have become comfortably…numb.

My yellow-brick road…stands brittle with sand and gravel.

I seesaw between what is and what has been done.

I cherish amid the drawn lines…every campfire song…sung.

Ghost tales reduced by the midday’s sun.

Our gossip, rusty from the probability of love.

Every flung red Chuck…now faint from hanging onto wire…too long.

I have sometime back, given up on…

Voodoo dolls with no style…

Holy Rollers with crooked smiles.

I have not been a perfect person.

And, similar to a child, I wear a yellow slicker around my heart.

Miles have aged what I do,

the games I have played

and the wars I have waged.

Forgive me friend, a glass of Dandelion wine begs me to stray.

the Zen of Pooh and Piglet

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  1. If the person you are talking to doesn’t appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.
  2. But, of course, it isn’t really good-bye, because the forest will always be there…and anybody who is friendly with bears can find it.
  3. I am not lost, for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.
  4. Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the forest that was left out by mistake.
  5. Love is taking a few steps backward, maybe even more…to give way to the happiness of the person you love.

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But it isn’t easy,” said Pooh. “Because poetry and hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.

  • the House at Pooh Corner