Shelf Life

I have come to the ugly realization that friends have a shelf life. Just like milk in the refrigerator there is an expiration date. It’s not as terrible as it seems because with proper care we can enjoy the camaraderie. If we can engage but not attach the eventual separation is not quite as painful.

Summertime Green

There is no room for the blues only the green. Making a

successful career is of course making money with the intention that everyone benefits on both sides.

Competition means that there is only so much, but being

creative takes into account a world of abundance.

The Seventh Sense

The first message I was blessed to receive was not good news, but it did prepare me that I was entering a new phase of awareness that I can be privy to.  Like the vibration of a tuning fork beyond my hearing, the 7th sense becomes in a sense a hearing aid into my future.  I am in a clearing looking for plant life to make me feel the comfort of my passing life.  I have to let new foliage grow, and that takes time, which I never think I have.  Always rushing to the NEXT thing, that familiar empty process that no longer brings me the adrenaline I think I need.

The seventh sense allows me to ask questions and in the stillness if I can be patient, the words come.  I am convinced that this is my SECRET which I will share, but with reverence not with exultation like I am conditioned to do.  But with a sense of caring and as my friend says with pure intention.

The seventh sense allows me to vested and unlike my intuition where I can be nullified looking for a gain.  The seventh sense allows me to profit as a result of not because of....

The Unlived Life

In my unlived life, the one wherein I never drank alcoholically, I will never know. I can still see the man God created it is here that lays the man that God my higher power created in the most unblemished and pristine state. 

The Cracked Mirror

Since I cannot vault back in time I am left with my lived life the one where I view my face in the cracked mirror.  The composite is visible 

Redacted

The pages of life I am living now have been redacted but in the words remaining I can still find a loving man.  

Where Does the Creative Mind Sit?

Cheering you on from the balcony.

Bound and gagged in a chair next to your bed while you sleep, whimpering in muffled tones.

On someone else’s shoulder because it got bored with you.

In a hospital ward, with no visitors waiting for the broken bones to heal. 

Alone and broken hearted because it loved you so.

Tapping you on the shoulder but this time you turned your head.

Next to you at the board of directors meeting, you’ve been partners for years.

Finally got your attention when you fell off your chair.

Whispering in your ear every minute but you forgot to use Q-tips.

The Puzzle

Some days when I am trying to put together my own puzzle I find pieces of another man’s picture and give myself a false image of the man I am trying to become.

Novelty Sentences

Novelty sentences may be a way to lampoon what words really are that are strung together for some meaningful purpose, unless of course the in spirit dialogue of the reader is moved toward better intention.

My sleep medicine lies in familiar tracks on VHS and DVD marked is the beginning and ending music, the story my own dreams.

Lilies of the field neither reap nor sow a bible passage tells me, so why do I labor endlessly trying to produce what God has laid at my feet.

If I wasn't interested why didn't I just say so?  Rather than continue with a response that might provide hope with energy attached. 

I can't always say no, because those words may create doubt in what my intuition already knows.