What is not to love
with autumn
a crescendo of color
from warm to cold
green grass covered in frost
from lull to storm
birds in formation
navigator set to south
nature smells
of settling down
Life is a cycle, ride on. Ha de Gött!
She stands there on the tiny rock. Firmly against all roaring winds and crashing waves. Calmly she blink with her green eye. Safe passage to still waters.
How I wish to be like her in the modern world. Every minute we are flushed over by impressions and alarming news. Curled up in that comfy armchair. An embrace to land in.
Oktober 10 is world mental health day. Make a difference. Smile, say hello to a friend or a stranger, ha de Gött!
Rays of light sipping through the thick foliage of the Oak and Linden trees.
Ancient rocks covered with soft green moss. Shaped and tossed around by the inland ice, or perhaps by the giant trolls sleeping their thousand year sleep in the hidden caves.
Leaf rustle around my feet as I slowly walk over the old stone fence.
Around me the acorns drop to the ground, or is it the squirrel throwing trying to hit me, tries to scare me off.
The forest is full of mystery, just stop and listen, imagine. Ha de Gött!
One man’s sunset is another man’s sunrise. Twenty four, three hundred and sixty five. Countless spinns, on and on. We are but a blink in eternity.
Carpe diem, ha de Gött!
Billy was a country boy had a used up tractor for a toy oblivious of come what may with a luscious girl in the hay life like river twist and turn ramifications of that yearn now Billy Junior factor plays with used up tractor
Dedicated to Hobbo, ha de Gött!
I envy the ones that never seem to suffer the imposter syndrome walks tall, head held high confident clapping steps in smart suit corridors slips away unruffled casually brushing off dandruff shoulders hands never seen shoulder deep in cookie jars the real imposters
Memories, of could have been if just alone in that scene giggling friend intervene across crowded train, eyes flirting butterfly stomach, holiday fling in the heart, a little sting last dance so close, so tight but separate ways in the night bitter sweet could this been right tongue stuck, nothing to say growing distance in the sandy bay the one that got away
Nothing compares to my wife, ha de Gött!
Evening sun reflecting full spectra of white light. Magenta, Green, Cyan. Shadows fading all the way into black.
An eternal swirling dance by sun and earth at the ballroom of universe. We’re along for the spinn, only hoping to catch those golden moments.
Like dancers fixing the gaze on something still. A snapshot of that exact moment. Keeps us from spinning off, fall over and puke.
Snapshot your life to feel alive, ha de Gött
Cardboard wrapped arrived this thing long smooth neck and six string locked in ruffed up shed frantically played till fingers bleed pays off with the coolest riff rockin' hard like a giant cliff friends with drum and base life went off to another phase greasy agent, giant record deal life on a roll, that was the feel playin' hard, no gentle song nothing, could really go wrong caricature like a bad cartoon acting out like loon sex and drugs and wrecking room heading fast to his doom tucked away in rehab made comeback like Ahab
Rock on, ha de Gött!
Once so silky and smooth
soft as mothers caress
pinched by lady in blue hair
As voice got dark
nature made its remark
a sandpaper like texture
This ancestors heritage
I wish I could escape
these cheeks like an ape
I know it’s not a big thing but I really hate shaving, ha de Gött!
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