Tides of Change

Your moonshine basks my mental thoughts with vibes like those in sync with tides

My Mid-Age Pa

I see my father in the wrinkled, worn-out, cotton slacks of the middle-aged man ordering coffee with the one friend he has left. 

Laugh and live folks :) I realized my posts are a tad on the sorrowful side. But to pour it out, it's frankly all relationship stuff that was at one point on the mind...and I think can be applied to other life situations. Thus, I share.

Train to Nowhere

Nomadic spirits,

contemplating the next move.

Jumping on trains,

No permits or chains

Only stories to claim.

Back pack on, no map

Moving forward, left no tracks.

Short, sweet, with accidental rhythms.

Write on wrappers

To the hum of train track drums.

Inspired by the heat of rays that beat the cold of being told that:

Head strong in this journey was uncertainty untold.

Nomad hearts know what’s up with the other

Whose bohemian hallucinations

Laugh at bordered stations.

Squares, and bold lightning stares from those

Consumed by glares of normalcy.

They both share a look of the utmost reality.

Crows fly and crow’s feet don’t lie from lack of SPV ties….

And the train keeps chumming…back to the beginning.

Permit or not, chain gang knots and ticking clocks.

Haves and have nots,

the wills and will nots will...will remain to claim

the endless cycle of tracks and trains and

literaries dazed by the inspiration of a ray,

on a cold nomadic day.

You say nomadic day;
come, come away.

Adjectives

And so supposed right ones rite the things that our written word should right...Is it age, experience, inner might or simply sight of what's concise in our destined manifesto? For it's written as we go on; go forth. We have set expectations.
I'll just let the rotten things flow out; discard, have you. Count the blessings; and the saintly wishes granted on my ledger build. We could all be more grateful. But I have a hunch that there are some that want and want and don't receive...unfortunate I say. Use all senses and you will perceive.
So then the circle comes full; and the idea of balance is one that becomes blurred with the demands of so much social change. Lonesome yet beautiful. English syllables can't suffice descriptions of changes we feel. Age is one determinant of explicitness. Auld lange syne.
Let your soul love; but make sure to love your soul.

"The doctor of the future will no longer treat the human frame with drugs, but rather will cure and prevent disease with nutrition."

-Thomas Edison

Inner Umi

So far and so close, these serendipitous things approach… We fear the risks and take a step back from potential open corridors to above and beyond. The world of a small world is minute indeed. Open the door to the unexplored, give it a shot. Love, be loved, and let it go when time is due. Time will heal and give once more. I survived because I believed there was nothing I could not learn or wrap my finger around. Perhaps I was naïve; but fledgling ones who strive for light years are the only ones who might actually make it to that burning star. My Umi told me to follow my own light. And my inner light taught me solo sheds the brightest might. Small world, Harvest moons, and serendipitous accounts…when the world speaks to you in code, those tendrils are more perceptive than we think they are. Follow that gut feeling…follow that intuition. Let’s not be afraid of what the cosmos have collided to.