Out of the Sidewalk
Her mystery is beauty
And everyone knows
For, out of the sidewalk
Her flower still grows
Tear her down, burn her—
And still, on she goes
Willing and able
To handle her foes
Just the Same
Just the Same
Head backs away from the mic
A gracious bow to the audience,
A wave goodbye
Such a great show, good game
Hang up the costume,
Wash off the face
Time, now, to go home
Recharge the batteries
Wait for the old phone to ring
With new promises
Of brand new dreams, opportunities
Hands that are open
Are never really empty
Like a deep meditation,
Ready to really reach for something;
There is power in the waiting
The show goes on
On and on and on
Different setlist, but maybe
One or two familiar songs
Something to tap that foot to, sing along
Playing the game,
Finding rhythms, remembering names
Never easy for such a talent—
The dear we’re here to see and hear
We adore, just the same
Confessions of a Typo
Confessions of a Typo
Never possible to be perfect
To be perfectly honest
In fact, one might look to me
To see the epitome of
A bruised dream—
A word almost beautiful
If it had been written slowly, meticulously
Often, words on the run
Will run into trouble,
Whilst staying busy, so
Please forgive the glitch I can be:
Such a type o, oblivious me
Z
Running to Nature
With the help of my awesome graphic designer in New York (electrofork), I decided to make a book of poetry and photography. I have received positive feedback from the friends and family I have given pre-ordered copies to and could not be more thrilled. I have always had a love of nature and hope the project evokes the childlike spirit I intended.
Click the link below to view and purchase a copy:
Let’s not forget to get outside and make the most of each day!
Z
Sundays Outdoors
Convertible Haiku
Bringing down the top.
On my knees, with no seat belt,
Hands up in the wind.
The Boy Who Needed Magic
The Boy Who Needed Magic
From many lips,
I’ve often heard,
About the boy who needed
Magic
Not the spells of fairy tales
But, something so very
Magic
The people around
Told the boy
To stick with what
Made sense
“Boys who seek the magic
Often grow up lonely men.”
The boy did try
To find his place
In the most sensible of things
But, nothing of the sort
Made sense
Not to this boy, at least
So, into the woods
The boy did run
Away, or so he believed
But, what he found
Among the leaves
He ran to, magically
The magic began to
Build inside —
The circles ’round
He danced —
Holding hands with Nature,
The boy had found his
True romance
Some say that boy still
Lives somewhere, maybe
Inside a grown-up man,
The boy who needed magic
Dances circles
Inside of him
Z
Happy Earth Day!
Today, I went for a bike ride and took a few photos during my ride. The weather was ideal for an outdoor adventure to celebrate Earth Day. We only have one Earth and I would like to express my gratitude for our dear planet.
Z
Colorful Rides
The weather in Georgia has been pretty fantastic and I have been trying to go on as many bike rides as possible. I have noticed some pretty sights when looking up and down along these rides and can’t help but appreciate the beautiful colors of spring. Being outside has been so nice. The photos above were taken on the side of the road, when looking down, this past week. Looking forward to my next ride.
Z
Spring has Sprung
Pink is the New Orange
My favorite color has been orange for quite some time. Recently, I have been very inspired by shades of pink and have decided my favorite color might have changed. I decided to post a few photos I have snapped of the beautiful color.
Z
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