Have you ever wonderedWhat quest beckons?Do we chaseWealth for riches?Do we chase controlFor power?Do we chase sleepFor dreams?Or to blot outThe centered selfFrightened conceitThat we believeMakes us specialOr hope that it does!What journeyAre we wishingTo take?But never do!I have watchedDogs chaseTheir tailsWill they everCatch them?What will they do with themIf they do?If at the end ofThe dayYou haven’tDanced your danceSang your songLaughed your laughCried your cryRode your HarleyInked your tattooLoved your loveWritten your poemAll you have doneIs wasted your timeDo not ask meTo do the sameDo weDance with a devilWe know?Familiarity?The lonelinessYet safetyOf self absorption?Or can weTake a chanceOn each otherAnd the murmurOf passions?And for a momentTime not wasted!poet
Cowboy: 'That your dog?' Indian: 'Yep.' Cowboy: 'Mind if I speak to him?' Indian: 'Dog no talk.' Cowboy: 'Hey dog, how's it going?' Dog: 'Doin' all right.' Indian: (Look of shock!) Cowboy: 'Is this Indian your owner?' Dog: 'Yep.' Cowboy: 'How's he treating you?' Dog: 'Real good. He walks me twice a day, feeds me great food & takes me to the lake once a week to play.' Indian: (Look of total disbelief) Cowboy: 'Mind if I talk to your horse?' Indian: 'Horse no talk.' Cowboy: 'Hey horse, how's it going?' Horse: 'Cool.' Indian: (Extreme look of shock!) Cowboy: 'Is this your owner?' Horse: 'Yep.' Cowboy: 'How's he treating you?' Horse: 'Pretty good, thanks for asking, he rides me, brushes me down often & keeps me in a lean-to to protect me from the weather.' Indian: (Look of total amazement) Cowboy: 'Mind if I talk to your sheep?' Indian: 'Sheep Lie.'
A short story :DA man was walking down the beach, every few steps he would stoop down, pick something up and throw it towards the sea.As i got closer i noticed he was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach, and one at a time was throwing them back into the sea.Puzzled i asked him what he was doing.He replied"I'm throwing these starfish back into the water, you see its low tide and if i don't throw them back they will die due to the lack of oxygen"." oh i do understand" i said" but there are thousands of them on the beach. You cannot possibly get to them all, there are surely to many. Plus you must realise that this is also happening on hundreds of beaches around the world. Can't you see that you possibly cannot make a difference"The man just smiled at me, bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea.He looked at me and simply said" i made a difference to that one !"
I love youThe phraseI love youSeems simpleIn its articulation.The intent is for you To know that youAre specialTo meNothing more.But men become concernedThat I am GayAnd the women Are afraid to trust.The streamNeeds to reverseCourse or Love willBe a Rose Solitare poet
