Archives: April 2005
Mon Apr 25, 2005
Question
What do you do when your best isn't good enough?
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Thu Apr 21, 2005
Heritage
Yesterday's deeds descend on raptor's wings
talons flair and slice into my mind
tearing through the carefully constructed facade of hope
i bleed, into tomorrow
ancestoral wounds reopen with vengence
defecting logic and maming reason
proclaiming the torment of self loathing valid
i bleed, fill with sorrow
-Theo
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Tue Apr 19, 2005
An Iris for Theo
Just a quick click and you have the lastest in my flowering photo work.
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Sun Apr 17, 2005
Parking Lot Thoughts
Was it yesterday? No, it was much longer ago than that. Time passes so quickly when you are living.
I sat in the grocery store parking lot tonight. I watched as youth
passed by, full of laughter, snuggles walking hand-in-hand. I saw how
she laughed with him. Her head tossed back in unreserved infatuation.
Next to me a Buick parked. An older man grimaced as he twisted and
pushed to rise from the car. I smiled. He nodded. He seemed pleasant
and at peace.
Tonight I sit in between, no longer the man of youthful promises and
unadulterated laughter, and not yet the slowed spirit of aged serenity
struggling to move in once familiar ways. My spirit reaches desperately
toward youth, to retreat frantically into the way of passionate
musings, always secure in the promise of tomorrow. Can I once again
yield to unbridled lust and cast caution to the winds, knowing that
come what may, there are enough tomorrows to make a change? No. I have
reached that place in life where there may very well be fewer tomorrows
than yesterdays. So here tonight, among the melancholy mist of parking
lot lights, I am faced with the reality of my own aging. I watch now as
he returns and settles into his Buick again. There is still a twinkle
in his eye, and a spring in his stuttering steps. Perhaps this
prescribe momentum of my life, of all life, carries me to a pleasant
place. Then why do I resist?
Is that laughter I hear?
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Sun Apr 10, 2005
Theo's Secret
It is my secret, but I'll share with you. My back yard is a place of
earth, water and rock. It is a place such as is desired by many, and
claimed by few. Today, on the eve of Spring's florish, I walked out of
my gate in into my back yard. I took several pictures. As lovely as
they are, they still fail to capture the magic of this place, yet they
are not half bad.
Theo's Yard
Theo's Yard
Theo's Yard
Welcome to my secret place.
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Fri Apr 08, 2005
A Willow Weeps
does not every life begin
the pulsing moment of beginning
defiance of every restriction
destiny becoming
un-denied
thus each life strives toward its end
another growth toward waning
symmetrical layers and counting
being present
here
the end comes in the same time
termination of togetherness suddenly
emptiness fills memories
tempting despair
loss
does not every life begin..?
-Theo
(inspired over at InnerRoutings.)
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Tue Apr 05, 2005
Assessment
Pause. Breathe. Feel. Know.
My head aches. I'm tired. I need to remember to care for me. That is my number one job.
Pause. Breathe. Feel. Know.
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