rumorsofme: Hobbies

that thing you do...

Sat, 05 Jul 2008 06:36:58 GMT

"That little weird thing people tell you to stop doing--don't, it's what makes you, YOU.

"My candle burns at both ends, however short the night."

"Giving someone the shirt off your back accomplishes just about that."

"The right time is always available, it is you who must be right for the time."

"the highway to Heaven is a very crowded way."

"What happened to the road less traveled?"

"Why must the 'best of times' always include some of the 'worst'?"

"We only give to get."

"I have become my own prisoner."

"The last time you were here, might be the last time."

"Without the shelter of Spirit, even the mind-body sex exercise is only that."

"The real me has no smiles or tears or waiting or lying or any Truth to bear."

"Do you not yet see all the others hearts beating within me?"

"A resting place is not a destination."

"Win some, lose some, you never get even."

--rumorsofme--

the road

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 08:20:41 GMT

" Do you know the Gift is on the road you just passed by?"

"The same road you pass daily, nightly and even in your Dreams?"

"It is in the same passage-way that all must pass on their way beyond their beliefs about Heaven and Hell."

"Mornings Call"

~rumorsofme~

PARADISE AND BIRDS

Sun, 25 May 2008 07:28:57 GMT

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Bird Of Paradise

squiggles

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 06:34:24 GMT

...the dream broke,
and I woke...

squigglies

Thu, 10 Apr 2008 00:18:03 GMT

Is it only in the Light
that the seeing is right?
Only when day's labor ends
that we turn to look for friends?

Everything has been said
Done and undone
Thought, saw and
Bought
Carved of marble, stone
and bone
Carried by the seawinds
All the way home.

Perhaps, after all, it's
just about the Light
About how it has to be
just right.

Especially when memories call
and the sky closes,
when our eyes become all red
with roses
And feathers catch our fall
into loving eyes --
oh, the wonder of it all!

Yes...I think it is ALL about the Light,
When you get right down to it
it's about some intuition coming
to fruition,
about the songs that haven't been
written yet,
Oh, you remember...that
was before we met!

When the outside was all night
and we couldn't find our inside light
but that is all ok now --
now that we've found our how...
nothing is so wrong that it can't
be made right.

Just remember to turn on the
inside Light...just in case

the stars go out...

nite, nite.

~rom~

parrot flame

Sat, 05 Jan 2008 07:19:44 GMT

parrot down
pure flame by Cory Ench 2004 ©
LAST NEXT

fractal world thumbnails

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galaxies and galaxies -- enter Forever...

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 02:50:25 GMT

"I prefer to be a dreamer
among the humblest,

with visions to be realized,
than Lord among those
without dreams and desires."

~Kahlil Gibran

schooner to moonbeams and other starstuff dreams...

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 03:02:15 GMT

history

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 19:58:59 GMT

When you begin to read about the incorrect references and data in history books (that you grew up on) then you know you have certainly lived out a piece of your own considerably aged story of humanity; and wonder what all the ruckus and shouting at one another is about. It is just surreal as well as beyond what we are accustomed to determining and defining as the human body and/or consciousness. It takes just a blink or a wink and all is vapor or at least some stupefied visions of what we hang on to and call reality. The more I think on it, the less sure I am that I even am. Perhaps that is why I have grown disinterested in the commotion on tv, the movies and stuff broken. Where does any of this end up? I feel like I am on the "up-end" of the raucous noise of the "end". Whether one is 'storm-wracked' or storm-racked' hardly seems worth the typesetting for the dictionary. And since I feel as though I am living on 'borrowed time' I find it notable that I don't see any ledger or accountant who can clarify just how much I've borrowed or against what I've borrowed or when the account comes 'due and collectible'. You would think that such strains of measurements would hold with more severity and penalty. But they don't.

~rumorsofme~

Making Sense

Wed, 19 Jul 2006 20:19:22 GMT

"You cannot make sense of the senseless."

~rumorsofme~

Enough

Wed, 05 Jul 2006 07:15:32 GMT

Enough air

Enough water

Enough fire

Enough seeds

What else do we need?

-rumorsofme-

Would you...

Mon, 26 Jun 2006 21:53:12 GMT

Would you

If you could?

Return to your old neighborhood

To see the bullet bitten shells

of someone's home

And the blood soaked earth

of your birth?

You would?

Would you

If you could?

Raise you hand to protest

Injustice For All.

Who will neverthless Fall?

Would you?

Would you

If you could?

Begin again to build a home

For the weary who

grow sick

And hunger as you do?

Would you?

If you could

Would you?

Comprehend the anger

and hatred

of the few?

Who afterall are not

So unlike me or you

Would you?

Some of us live

Some of us die

Some wander lost

For which we all

Bear the cost.

Some will regret

Some will forget

Some will be unreachable

As the sky

Some would forgive

Were they to know

The lie.

~rumorsofme~

Puff...n...stuff...

Tue, 02 May 2006 18:50:00 GMT

"Don't forget your dragon and dinosaurs!"

"Aw, grandma, I'm too big for those old toy dragons!"

No, no you can't ever be that big, I wanted to shout.

"Come on, grandma, Dad's ready to go! We'll be late for the game."

Looking around his childhood's room, I felt tears bubbling in my eyes. How does it all go so fast. He was just a babe hiding between our knees whenever guests came near. Now he's off to some sport game or was it another camping outing. Hard to keep in memory all that made up a life. I picked up his blue bunny. What year was it that he got that? What Easter harvest dropped this old cuddly bunny in his arms? Smiling in between the pinchings that jabbed my emotions, I cushioned Blue Bunny under my chin and stole one last hug.

"I'm coming! I'm coming." I called back.

I closed the door and Pandora's box.

"We're going to the Chargers game," was the welcome I received once I had made it into the back seat.

"I'm thrilled." I managed to keep my 'oh nos' to myself.

"Everybody buckled up?" my daughter-in-law was checking.

"Can't go til you're all buckled in." my son reminded us.

I was fighting with the darned seat belt and wondering how I was going to get through a whole football game and sitting on those hard bleachers.

"Here, grandma, let me help you."

"What would I do without you?" I laughed.

"Aw, grandma, you always say that."

~~rumorsofme~~

...remember to forget...

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 19:11:53 GMT

don't forget to remember

...the day I wore the rose in my hair,

and you weren't there...

...you think I have what?

"angel feet"...?

...the story of the Knight who

faced a peril of great fright,

to rescue me from my plight...

...songs, like "chances are"

sung to me on the way to

the lake --

I mean barely a breath could I take...

..."sweet kisses" in a mile high city...

...the energy through your neon white

shirt, pressed against my arm

in that little hotel bar...

...he carrying me, in my "Gone with the Wind"

prom dress, to the door;

we left it there, not asking for more

just yet...

...the view of the Grand Canyon atop

a mule, with you in the lead,

me, wanting to stop...

...the relief and stirring of a retreat

in the Tetons...

...Yellowstone with your arm around mine...

...romances I wanted more from,

but was not to hold onto...

...slipping out the front door,

with only a gown to wed

my heart's passion...

...the sound of the surf as I

lay waiting for you, I was lulled

asleep, then awakened to...

...watching the sun spill molten gold

down my street, to turn and

watch fiery rockets bursting

off to another adventure...

...the time we made love when

my shoulder was broken...

...the days and nights, when my clock

revolved around the letter carrier...

...the books, looks and cafeterias

we shared...

...the spark of a new lover

huddled beside me, in our sleep...

...the purple velvet ribbon tied

around your letters, read too often

and in sweet, sad silence...

...the lives we shared before this one;

...the sun glistening off your back

wet with sweat, as we struggled

to mend those fences...

...the nights of shelter in your body...

...the sheath of love that yet

binds us too...

...the golden gloves and wedding rings,

and all the promises of better things.

...all our songs that you never even knew...

...and how I can still be moved to a different

time and place, can almost feel the warmth

of your breath upon my face...

...the battles we fought and lost and won..
only to start over to play scene after scene.

...the presence of you ever in my mind...

...driving to Albuquerque for a week-end visit...

...all the wrongs we tried

to make right...

...your cowhide laced fingers

caressing my shoulder bare,

warming to your lips pressed there...

...accepting what was and what was not

to be, between me and thee...

...wanting to hold on so bad,

my insides bled...

...all my dreams of lying in your arms

beneath a desert sky, with only

the stars to give light to our

private night...

...the sexy you and sensual me

arriving at some destined

passage in eternity...

...our fires were of a burning fierce

and lost kind...

...the urgency of hungry kisses,

the release of physical desire

we troubled through...

...the Light your Love passed through

to me, so I might too see

beyond this strange and mystical

delight of all we think we know

of as LIFE...

...calls from ships, airplanes, radios

and the like...

...the emptying of my Soul's burden

into you...

...the stranger's hand advancing to mine

and wondering who, this time...

...all the pictures, verse and song

that have made me who I am,

and shown me where I belong,

most humbly ...

...the way the sun made your curly blond

hair into a sheen of silk,

as you played your guitar for me...

...our first anniversary when you filled the house with

flowers, everywhere I looked...

...the white rose I left on your desk--

a wish hope for ours to be for

all time...

...the strength of your iron forger's hands,

delicately wrapped around some beauty

of gate or stairway band...

...the little bed we snuggled in and

how that became too big or too little..

...your songs beside a warm campfire of

a bunch of old hippie types...

and the play one for mama request

you gently did your best...

...all the good and bad that didn't last...

...all that impedes today,

I must wrap in tears

of the past...

...forget them never...

they are as old as time

and as welcome as

old vintage wine...

LOVE is a Forever Kind of Thing,

with or without a paper, necklace,

promise or ring...

I only need to hear the Music of a time,

that bookmarks the whole of my being,

love-filled Memory in Heart

and mind...

whatever the distance in this world

or the next,

I will find you...we will find each other;

a harbor of living and loving

await there.

...I will always care, and carry the glints of gold

of the stories we've told...

...such waiting never gets too old,

for those driven by the Heart's

desire to reach for and hold...

...It's stormy beaten path

to consummate the sweetness

of this lifetime's repast...

...i am where i'm supposed to be...

and there's always room

for a you and me...

~rumorsofme~