Well played Skip. I'm not the friendly moderator, I'm the mumbling one. Often mumbling silly rhymes, songs, poems or instructions to myself. In fact, my yammering to myself while others could not make out what I was saying is how my nickname Mumbles came to be. Most would say I talked constantly to myself because no one else would. They'd likely be right. I'm out there alright, I'm out there.
You have nothing to worry about unless you start an argument with yourself and the police must be called.
I'm in love again...watch out! it's only been 38 years...holy crap...forgive the following poetry...of what was...
Serenity Lane The lane I walk down, Quiet, pastoral, Haven of true self. Help me to Find strength. Where no bright Light illuminates. Yet a path is lit With striped light And emerging Self awareness. Free from pity And gratuitous pain. This cluttered clay; Living in The triumphant Cradle of now. I have been through some shit, the only difference between you and me is that I have written about it to heal...
Sorry ahead of time... Like Care Love Fear of falling, In fear of might This man’s plight Self-centered Bewildered Just plain confused About What to like What to care about Who to love Thought these were Just tones Of affinity Unbreakable Contiguous Akin, Related And integral Now Confused I don’t know at all How like, Care Or love Are not Just passing Flavors and scents, Memories of frailty And human tendency Yet to understand.
Back on topic... Promises Broken It has been too many years Since I fished it… This little black jewel Favorite little river Near the coast At the cusp of salt That I have loved For decades now... Inconsequential it seems? As it has been To my surprise eviscerated With clear cutting Silt run off Filling holding water Convinced that I need To be more aware Get more active Be an advocate for things I love I feel ashamed That I didn't know... Did anyone speak up? In the din of quiet… It created jobs in the woods… The new green is The color of mud and sand Toppled trees and under story Of devils club, scrub alder And Himalayan blackberries... And a sanctity Of promises broken.
Re: "putting myself out there and all..." I do it regularly with no shame...Ha! Fell in love again only the second time in this life...so here goes She(Ellen) It just happened One bright day A beacon of light Illuminated Her hair She walked From the shadows I wasn’t aware I hear music It teases me Maybe a cello It was something My ears couldn’t see. She walked From the shadows And music played Creating a path For a life Remade This bright day She walked From the shadows In a beacon Of light. She. Moon Halo The moon Settled high Glowing With no stars In the sky Mars is On the rise Venus too To my surprise There is A moon halo Just so I can see it In afterglow Silence beckons I hear a loon Under that halo 'Round the moon Love Touch Desire Warmth Longing Comfort Laughter Happiness Tenderness Completeness a fulfilled heart. Everything is a transition...upon completion a new beginning, illuminated by the light of hope and reluctant ambition... When Morning Falls I met someone She caught me I caught her And I know She’s the one. When we met It all clicked A kiss and The die was set. When Morning falls I embrace the Thrill of it all When the morning falls I breathe for The look In her eyes We never knew Mending wounds Of past By and bye’s I look into Her eyes Say goodbye And wait For her call. I got it bad My friends Amazed by By messages she sent.. When Morning falls I embrace the Thrill of it all. When Morning falls I breathe for The look in he eyes. When we met It all clicked A kiss… and The dye was set When the morning falls I breathe for The look In her eyes When morning falls when morning falls When morning falls The look in her eyes I love you Ellen I know she has something to say in a brake of banter But she is so patient To listen with all I can't hear so why am I so insistent? Cause I am too busy With testimony of my love? She can't get a word in edgewise Yeah that's the insistence of love Too much to say, too much to feel Pleading to express all the thoughts That are so real Listen to me , he said As I go off in total unconstrained Effusive , rebellion even pained Knowing full well i am over the top Yeah well when a love is so real I just can't stop...ever stop What's wrong with me , he said Say it or ya gonna pop! A love so real you can't stop. Let her talk...Okay , hold that thought A testimony of love that is so fraught With feeling that can't be stopped... What to do? He said, with emotion uncontolled Hold back ? The heart that feels Untold...Nawww...let it out I met her a bit over a month ago, these were all written to her...I got it bad my friends and I haven't felt this good in a long, long long time...Ha!
