Memories

 

Memories is a book to be looked at 

when your mind is not fully with you

or in your capacity to control it.

Why do I approach this subject one week

before the most memorable day of the 

nativity celebrated around the world by

some and hated by others.

Is it a mith, is it a story, 

for the believers it's sacred, 

but for the non believers it's a

story that should not be even considered

let alone celebrated.

Do we really need to put a name or a

face on these readings, personally I do not

believe so.  I tell myself that there is something

somewhere that has the strings of our 

being born and destinies.  It's not up to

us to try to figure it out.  But it's our duty

TO LIVE OUR STAY ON THIS EARTH

WITH LOVE,DIGNITY AND RESPECT.

nb: These are my and only my taughts. 

 

Runnnnnn

Running,  

always running,

running to nowhere,
running to meet people,
running to strange places,
running to my doctor,
running to my favorite spot,
running to see if I can catch my dreams,
running to try and slowdown in life,
running to keep peace in me...
One day I will stop running,
and wondering why I was always

running

Nov.11 ....

 

Oh how I wish I could  bring back

all my friends that I left behind years and years

ago.  But also my friends who have fallen 

recently for their love of their country.

Not one day goes by that I don't hear about

lost lives to the hands of wars.

Today like yesterday families are broken, 

devastated, exterminated for some idealist

individuals who do not care for the price

humans will pay, for no other reasons,

hat the world can't live together.

We are like this seed that the wind blows 

around and destroyes without discrimination.

If you fall, no one is there to help you up, no

on the contrary they will finish to exterminate

you with no pity.

This is our November 11th created by humans...                       

Alone

What a strange life humans have.
 There is no conclusion and no

what's not. It just happens and you

or me can't do a darn thing about it.

The only conclusion is the birth of

a human and even there on certain

occasions it's not legitimate (rape).

How many will there be of these

births... With sad events that are

going on on this planet these days.

I just don't want to be like a robot

who looks,listens and become indiferent.

But then I say "Who would come to my

help" should something this horrible 

happen to the people who are ellite

and don't even give a consideration

to these tragedies.  All humans are not

perfect, but FOR THE LOVE OF 

HUMANS, it should stop and stop

very fast otherwise we all will land

in a filled up trench just the not so long

ago past.

It's midnight

it's my nostalgic period.

it's midnight

Maybe it's too late. Sometimes I even hate myself for loving you
Trying to be strong then nighttime comes along and I start loving you
Wanting you. Where is all my self control I'm burning way down in my soul
And needing you, and wishing I could be the man, I try to
Hating me for wanting you to be with you knowing you don't love me like you used to
But it's midnight, Oh and I miss you
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it's midnight yes and I miss you
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it's midnight yes and I miss you
It's midnight and I miss you

NB: photo not mine if you recognize it please let me know and I will
give you full credit for it.

"My boy"

By now most of my readers know that I have

a penchant for ELVIS PRESLEY. 

One needs to appreciate the talent of a person

and not what he did or did not do with his life.

By searching his repertoir I came across a song

that I remembered listening when my dad died

years and years ago.  I must have gone a hole 

box of klenex and played that song for hours

until I just fell asleep and since that day never

played it again until last night.  Why some of 

you may ask... I just received some bad news

of one of my in-laws will be placed in pagliative

care or end-of-life hospital, and we all know

that when a person is placed there, their time

on this earth is very short.

So here are those words and link to this song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOLH63c7SG0

You're sleeping son, I know

But, really, this can't wait

I wanted to explain

Before it gets too late

For your mother and me

Love has finally died

This is no happy home

But God knows how I've tried

Because you're all I have, my boy

You are my life, my pride, my joy

And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy

I know it's hard to understand

Why did we ever start?

We're more like strangers now

Each acting out a part

I have laughed, I have cried

I have lost every game

Taken all I can take

But I'll stay just the same

Because you're all I have, my boy

You are my life, my pride, my joy

And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy

Sleep on, you haven't heard a word

Perhaps it's just as well

Why spoil your little dreams

Why put you through the hell

Life is no fairytale

As one day you will know

But now you're just a child

I'll stay her and watch you grow

Because you're all I have, my boy

You are my life, my pride, my joy

And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy

The Best

God saw you getting tired

but a cure was not to be (medication abuse)

So he put his arms around you and

whispered "Come to Me".

With tearful eyes, we watched you

and saw you pass away

and although we love you dearly

we could not make you stay.

A Golden heart stopped beating,

hard working hands at rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us,

HE only takes the best.

NB: Photo not mine, if author recognizes 

it, please let me know, and I will give you

credit for it.

I choose this photo because this man

was suffering and people around him didn't

manage to save him, 

(I hope they tried to reason with him),

but  maybe it was his destiny to just pass,

leave us his legacy and then leave.

God bless you, your daughter and grandson.

You were, you are and you will always be

THE BEST.

Time and love

Loves takes lots of time

and a sea of patience,

to find the right forever person.

Tonight Lady Moon is fully

shining on me after chasing me

and reaching me on an oasis in

a desert but it was only my 

imagination since I was in my

dark and lonely room.

My thoughts wandering like

a wave in a dark sea to finally

find the shores of your heart to

revive the lost love. My heart might

be broken but stuburn as I am, 

I will never give up. I'm like a 

fish calling the moon to come down

and show my lover my swollen eyes

I feel like a fish in love with a seagull

wishing I could fly on his back to 

reach your hands and put them on my

face holding you close in a tight

embrace, kissing your warm  and

passionate lips asking the sky to stop

the time to cease for me to slowly

die in your arms....

Saying

HERE

The possible is already done

The impossible is in course

As for miracles

please expect a 48 hour delay.

This is what politicians are telling

us these days as a result of all

types of temperature craziness

that are going around the world.... 

Hello there...

Hello there, it's been a wile since I came to

see if I could write a few verses or feelings

on events that touches my heart.

Unfortunately, maybe due to the extreme

heat and forest smoke it seems that my brain

does not have the stigma to think or even less

to write.

Does it affect everyone like me at this time,

who knows...

But I truly miss to exercise my brain to stop,

think, write about my curiosity for life itself.

Not knowing if I make any sense in all this,

I just let time take it's course and see where 

my landing will be.

Life is a state of mind, when it's stops there's 

nothing one can do to make it revive.

So friends until I am fully in accord with

my feelings, my ideas, or my stupidity, I will

walk around with a paper and a pen to capture

what my brain will gift me...

Not even my camera is responding to my 

searches so I go back to the nature shots who

do not require much imagination. 

 

White tears

What am I doing sitting on this hard chair

behind a stupid screen instead of drying 

the cold and harsh tears streaming down

my old ravaged face from the tears that 

I let go 52 years ago on the 4th day after

my wedding night to a monster who did

well in hiding is upbriging, is sickness,

his week spirit and conditions that were

instilled in him from the day he saw the

daylight.  

Stupid me for not having rebelled, for not

having told anyone (not even my parents)

in what a web of deception I walked in.

No one had the guts to tell me what they

knew, no one had the decency of being

honest, THEY WERE ALL HIPOCRITS.

Who put their heads in the sand and just

hoped for the best - for him and not for me.

Is a revenge at this stage - worth it,

but then I have 3 gorgeous children and

2 granddaughters, I look at them and my

rage melts down.

  

Master's accomplishments

Colors are the master accomplishment

of mother nature at spring time.

No painters, no genious and no artificial

intelligence can match what we get for

free from nature, but not all humans know

that....

What we had

What the two of us had was inconceivable but very special.

One of those unforgettable rapport. I'm over the moon to have

encountered you and spend sleepless nights and stolen 

time during the days, that made us both extremely happy.

Now that we both agreed to put an end to it, I would wish

him all the best that life can offer him in his new adventure

of marriage but not with me. I do not hold grudges because

we both new and consented to enjoy the time (5 long years)

time that I had with him was real and genuine.

We had ups and downs, we shouted, yelled at one another,

but after a few days we were together talking,writing,laughing,

exchanging gifts with no regrets.  

So my lovely lover, enjoy your new life and, and only when

you are alone with your taughts, maybe just maybe you can

remember one minute of those five years. I loved you and

still today love you for what you gave me on a silver platter,

    YOUR UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.

Bright star

I talked to the skies of you and how

gorgeous you are.  They in their  

curiosity they just listened to me

and smiling to themselves.

I talked to the ocean and it just

listened to me, caressing and just

lulled me.  I talked of you to the 

clouds, the rainbow and at the 

whole world, remembering the

softness of your skin, of the intense

green of your eyes, when a strange

voice from the darkness was asking

me .. who was it that had capted my

heart?  and my honest answer was

IT'S A STAR, my bright shining star.

 

Spring colors

 I'm still waiting for the explosion of 
spring colors. Days are gray and miserable,

squirrels don't dare put their nose out from 

their home in my ancient tree, flowers forget it,

the snow is so heavy and plentiful that it will

take the sun for a hole week at 80 degree to 

melt everything. 

Guess I have no option than just sit and wait for

spring to manifest itself in my part of the world. 

Crying ... alone

Crying alone in my misery is nothing new for me

Since my early childhood there is no respite 

in my lonely life.

I ask myself "what did I do to deserve this 

evergoing misery?" but to no avail, there is not

answer. So let my tears fertilize my life, let it

serve as a reminder that we don't choose why we

are born or what is the purpose of our life on this

broken down planet or my broken down life...

The river

 

When the river talks to you the least you can do is
listen and reflect, We are the invasor, the extravagant

polluter and killing of river,ocean,lakes,but not only

we are killing the habitants of these great expands

of  fresh and salty waters. Why are we killing all that

falls between our hands. Nature the great creator 

this it's best job and lended it to us. But then one day

hopefully not during my life time, nature will just

die of trying to please mankind. Mankind is a stupid

predator and destructor and he laughs about it.....

When will it end

There is no ending in view to this lousy winter,

my childhood winters are gone to never return.

How do I feel, it's a constant daily changing story,

I open my eyes with the hope that colors are back,

that snow has disappeared and birds are back to

singing their natural melody.

BUT

My bones are rebelling continually to no avail,

no creams,no caressing, no resting helps, it's a

daily combat between myself and my aging body

now it's a question as who will be more resilient

in our fights...

Lost angels

When a child is called to heaven

there is no sensitivity left in the 

hearts of parents.

A child is the fruit of love, a 

continuation of our soals and a hope

for our old days. 

Why are we loosing children in wars,

natural disasters and killing them for

no apparent reasons.  Killings of 

2 small angels who were at a daycare

is the most excrutiating pain for the

parents, people who take care of these

children and first aid responders who

are helpless in saving them...

Solitude

Life is an island of solitude,
if you know how to fish 

you shall get all  your pleasures

of this mortal world offers you.
It does not take much to make you happy
to have a full life and good and bad

times, but then only you are the master 

of your life and happiness 

even with simple things
that come your way...

 

Real or not...

It's been a while that I did not go out for 
multiple reasons. A little might be due to

the fact that with age my bones do not  want

to obey me anymore. 

On the first cold or a slight wind, my mind

starts rebelling and keeps telling me "Is it 

really necessary to go out...?".

So I engulf some fresh air from an open window

look around to see if activities go on around my

backyard and would you guess it this year there

are no birds playing around with the bird feeders.

So all this is to say, listen to your body, and just

work with what you have in your own home.

A little like this plastic rose that keeps me company

until I can go out and search for real roses and

flowers to immortalize with my small camera. 

 

Cheap life

When you call a human being a friend
without meaning it, then you are 

cheating life.

You profess your love, 

then stab them in their back, 

that's criminal.

You put on a pretty face, sweet words

to better murder another life.

What is LIFE worth for you?

It's a cheap commodity under your

dirty hands.  It doesn't create a dent

in your mind that you are right and

everyone else is wrong if they don't

adhere to your thinking.

We reached a point where we all

cry for justice, but there's no justice

available for the pettiness we show

for ourselves and others.

We promote individuals hoping in

their fairness without thinking they

are just as unfair to this world but

they are excellent actors in convincing

of their rightness to the world, but

do not try to comprehend their reasoning

you would loose the little justice that

you are hoping for...

Money is the EVIL of evil  and no one

wants to hear it....  

RIP Lisa Marie

When a young child looses a parent

it's a pandora box that closes for ever.

When you loose a famous father 

it's a pain that is hiding in a corner of

your heart just at the mention of his name,

you hear his voice, his laughs or his

cries, his nonsense jokes or even a soft

goodnight, those are your memories 

and you cry about your loss of that time

that could have been yours and his.

You too lost a child and your heart

rebelled but then you had to care for

the others who were depending on you.

You silenced you heart picking up all

the pieces shattered and unmendable,

just the way you did at the loss of your

dad. 

You have finally reached a point by

leaving this mortal world and went to

join your dad and son.  Now your heart

is mended and you can sleep in peace

in their arms.