Wishing a wonderful 2018 for us all. Happy New Year!!
Z
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Bad Guy
Bad Guy
Judgment Day
The time could come
for all the dangerous decisions
to finally surface;
The ball in a chosen man’s court
Is it so hard to see
that behind the eyes of the bad guy
is maybe somebody who sees,
in either you or in me,
a set of eyes belonging
to his or her bad guy
Hand-wringing
The birds are not singing
outside the window,
on the branches of trees shaped leafless
Heart-racing
Will the chosen man be sending
all of the blame today
Is it so hard to see
that behind the eyes of the bad guy
is maybe somebody who sees,
in either you or in me,
a set of eyes belonging
to his or her bad guy
Accuser versus the accused
Liquid soaking through a pressed shirt
of a man, could be around 35
Tension ripping through his organs
like a knife
Blood on the floor
Fly away, foul thoughts
Fly away, it can’t be so bad
Fly away, to happy places
Fly away, all the dreams can still happen
Is it so hard to see
that behind the eyes of the bad guy
is maybe somebody who sees,
in either you or in me,
a set of eyes belonging
to his or her bad guy
Z
A Letter to Paris
A Letter to Paris
Boredom sets in
9-5 Job
I am no machine
So, Doc can you please
Scoop out what is truly Me;
Pour metal into this body
My spirit, you must see
Requires deep renovations
Send what you remove
To Paris, France—
As per these exciting and
Most recent reservations
Z
Could have been
Could have been
Just a minute of your time, please
Let’s have a seat
Need to tell you something
About what could have been
Wrestling in my mind
Over and over
Time and time again—
I have wondered
What I could have done different;
And if, I could go back,
I would be the person
Who did make happen
What I think should have been
Please let me finish,
No interruptions, if you don’t mind
I promise not to take
Much more of your time
The moment we are having
Is here and we will never
Be able to go back again
Now, look into my eyes
(I have no more words)
To make you see,
What I do believe,
Could have been…
Z
A Gust of Wind
A Gust of Wind
A gust of wind
Brings me right back in
Inward, once again
With a deep breath
In the nose
Out the mouth,
I can handle the outside
With fortitude
Falling leaves—
They remind me:
The past cannot be
Replayed;
The future is not here
The only way
I can truly be
Is to keep breathing,
Let rise and fall keep happening
Inside of me
Z
An Avocado Tree Update
I wanted to share an update of the post I shared on 10/14/17 about the avocado tree I have been growing. After returning from my trip to NYC yesterday, I was pleasantly suprised to see that the tree has grown quite a bit. I suppose I had better start thinking of a name for the thriving beauty.
Z
A Latte Moment
Cigarette and Coffee
Just now,
I would like a cigarette and my coffee
You know, sometimes, it’s not two for tea
Alone, the sun is shining down on me
Whilst I soak up the caffeine
Lovely, in the interim,
Please do not speak to me
I just like a cigarette and my coffee
Z
A Matinee of Hot Mess the Play
Yesterday’s Off-Broadway matinee of Hot Mess the Play at the The Theater Center was a true delight. I was eager to see Paul Molnar perform, and made it a date with myself while I’m in NYC. The plot, design, and acting by three mesmerizing actors —Lucy Devito and Max Crumm commanded the audience’s attention alongside Molnar— left me laughing and thinking long after I left the theatre. A show not to be missed for anybody traveling to NYC during the holiday season.
Zac Gilbert
What I’m Missing
What I’m Missing
Have you seen what I’m missing;
Into the abyss, they have gone
Lighters, chargers, headphones—
The list could go on!
I hope they will find me
Or is that just wrong?
Possibly, they found a new home
With a person who doesn’t abandon
Have you found what I’m missing?
Please hear my sad song
*Dedicated to all the lost items.
Lunch and Tiny Art
Recently, I met up with my friend Sonia for lunch. I needed to bring her a couple copies of my book Wanders in Nature and I had requested a few of the small paintings she has been doing on miniature canvases. Despite having had a weird week, my spirit went up and my smile went from miniature to large when I opened the adorable pieces she set aside for me.
Life really is all about the little things, at times, and taking the time to appreciate the details in life. When we do, big things can happen, I believe. If nothing else, the practice helps me to laugh, smile, and feel more balanced. You know, to find the good stuff.
The photo I have included is of the two paintings I have left (the others were quickly dispersed and landed where they pleased in the world). I had to go shopping to find the little easels; it made my day when I found these. Again, all about the little things.
Z
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