Week 8

Words cannot express my gratitude. Thank you. If I leave the world today, I leave a better person with a clear mind and clear conscience, knowing that there is love and those that can express it.

Robert
2015

I Only Cry

I should have never let you go
I should have held you tight
I should have made you stay with me
I should have loved you more
I should have said the things you wanted to hear
I should have wrapped you in my arms
I should have said don't go right now

Wait, I'll go with you

But I didn't

And

I miss you
I need you to hold me
I am alone
I am without your love
I hear your voice
I feel you
I should be with you

I only cry


Robert
2015

Visualize

Visualization is everything to writing in my opinion. Connecting with the reader or the listener’s imagination is the element that makes us want to read or listen in the first place. If I have been able to do that, connect with you, then that makes me happy. The rest of the world will have to catch up as the story continues…

Good writers look for a connection with feelings of love, hope, and sometimes despair that everyone feels. To read is to struggle with them everything involved with the human element. To over analyze and think way too much is the goal. Is that true, have I hit a nerve yet?

Most folks typically live and think on the surface level which is what is required for basic survival, but how many actually try to go deeper? Watching television reality shows and reading tabloid magazines are good examples of surface level thinking. Unless maybe you are trying to figure out the meaning of Adam Sandler's last movie, or why Bruce had a sex change on a deeper more personal level.

I try to mix it up in my writing, this piece is a good example of surface level writing, but most of the time my mind and writing are a couple of fathoms below the surface digging around where most sane people choose not to go. I don't say anything, because I might be trying to figure out the situation that I am in, the people that I am with, the color on the walls, what to say next, or any number of things like how did my beer get hot so fast.

Am I there yet? I didn't do anything except write a few words so far. I bet you saw the beer sitting there and maybe Adam Sandler's face?

Visualize

You are sitting on your back porch overlooking the water enjoying a cool drink on a warm summer evening. All of sudden you notice in the south east that the sky is turning an ugly shade of gray and the clouds are all swirling in a huge circle coming from the ocean. It's also high tide and the water level is rising.

If you don't leave in time you will be stranded. The roads flood and you cannot drive and get to safety on higher ground (which is a long way away with a lot of people headed in the same direction). You will have to ride out the storm and hope it doesn't send you to the bottom of the sea. Are you with me, do you see the storm?

Visualize

I used to have a television in every room. I do not have any now. I seem to do more reading, writing, and working without it as a distraction. I suppose that’s why I’m sitting here writing this now. See me not watching TV or seeing the storm. I think a good radio will have to do…picture this one, a black rectangular box with a handle and two knobs. See it? Bet you can almost hear it. What do I need a TV for... with words, and a crazy ass imagination.

Anyway, the little guy that lives in the radio (see him he's waving) will tell me when its time to leave, unless he's already left, or the powers out, or the batteries are dead, or his boss back at the radio station is already gone and just told him to play pre-recorded stuff, or I am under water and didn't realize it because I was up here on the 2nd floor typing away...

Visualize…we are all connected

 
Thank you for reading.

Visualize...No Hurricane

Take care and stay safe.

Visualize...little people in radios? Some of you are asking what's a radio?

Visualize...

All thinking the same thing at the same time...Much Love and Peace

Robert

2015

Wounded Soul

 

The wounded souls walk among us

Undetected and unknown

One might be sitting next to you

Or serving your coffee

Fallen from the nest they try to fly

Only to be consumed or wounded more

 

They learn to hunt and survive without love

Born and then sheltered briefly

They find their own way to fly with the breeze

Go where it’s safe and comfortable for now

But remember that you are destined to return

From whence you came

 

Wounded soul


Robert
2015

The Point

This is the little cartoon movie about Oblio the boy who lived in the village of points with his dog Arrow. I'm sure you have heard the song "Me and My Arrow" by Harry Nilsson. Well if not, here it is...

https://youtu.be/xjfKteUBa_s

One of the most profound movies.

I remember very well the effect it had on me...

"You don't have to have a point to have a point"


Robert
2015

Cryptic Part 12

He gazed at her sitting across the room
in a velvet chair by the terrace window sipping coffee.

He loved how her firm breasts clung
to the tight shirt that she was barely wearing.

She caught him looking, laughed,
raised her arms and slipped out of the shirt.

"Isn't that what you really want" she said.

She put down the cup of coffee,
her red lipstick left on the rim of the cup.

"How do you like it" she asked,
"black and sweet" he replied.

"You know what I mean"
she whispered in his ear,

leaving a hint of her perfume and lipstick
on his neck as she backed away slowly towards the terrace.

From the sunlight in the open window
he could see her silhouette through the linen skirt

as it slid from her waist slowly to the floor.
His thoughts were clear now, passion had taken over.

As he gazed upon her stark beauty
the world and its troubles would have to wait.

This moment belonged to only the two of them.
Brought together by fate, now branded forever as lovers.


This should actually be part 15 or 16 when they get to the hotel, its a preview, more to be revealed, and back to the story...

To be continued...

Robert
2015




 

Week 7

 

 

 

 

 

 

Embroidery on bed cover

 

 

 

Robert

2015

Passing By

Seagulls

A ship passing by
Lighthouse off in the distance
Its beacon brightly shines
My spyglass is hazy
On this very clear summer day
I would like to get a better view
Of these things so far away
The smell of salt is in the air
As a breeze blows by my face
The ship off in the distance
Passing slowly by this day
The water shimmers from the sun
Reflecting off its waves
Shades of green and blue
Against a clouded sky of white
The river runs into the bay
And ends up to the sea
The passing ship is nearly gone

Just a hazy memory…

Robert

2015

Where I Live

This is where I live
This is where I sleep
This is where I lay my head
This is where I eat

This is my old house
Those are my creaky stairs
I do what I want
Cause no one really cares

This is my guitar
These are the words I write
When I get inspired
very late at night

This is my bedroom window
Where I sit and look
I can see for miles
Or maybe read a book

This is my silly song
I wrote it just last night
Sang it to the birds out back
Cause baby I'm not right

Think I'll drink another beer
Smoke another blunt
If I thought you really cared
To your arms I'd run

Cause

This is where I live
This is where I sleep
This is where I lay my head

And

this is where I eat

Robert
2015

 

Connected Part 2

We are all connected

No more pain

please


Robert
2015

 

Things I Like

I love this.


Robert
2015

Down For The Count

They were friends or so he thought,
until this night when he needed some help
there was no one to be found.
Typical behavior, he understood
for no one really cared about
this old beat up fighter.
He had run everybody off so many times
that now he was all alone
"well what the hell", he mumbled
under his breath
as he picked himself up from the
dirty floor that he had spent the night on.
Just like all the times he had been down
for the count or so it seemed
he always managed to get up right
before he was counted out.
For some reason this time was different,
he thought he had really made progress
with his social skills and that maybe someone
would be there to lend a hand.
"Oh well fuck it" he said, "who needs em
anyway", are the words
he had said a hundred times before
and now he was saying them again.
You see a fighter is alone in the ring,
there is no one holding him up when
he gets hit. It is through sheer strength
and fortitude along with years of training
that his body can take such devastating blows.
When the body can take no more punishment
it goes down, then it is only the mind
that can get it back up. A strong mind
wins more fights then most folks realize.
The mind of this old fighter was weary
and he had let himself get knocked down.
Not by an opponent in the ring with a heavy hand,
but from someone he had trusted
who punched him and left him to bleed
on this cold hard floor where he laid this night.
It was not a pretty sight, it never is.
Fighting to get through life is hard
and it takes its toll on the spirit of all
those whose lives are forced down that path
for whatever reason. He did not start out
as a fighter, but from years of getting the shit
beat out of him he became a worthy adversary.
Worthy of more respect then he was given
this particular night.

To be continued...

Robert
2015

Headache

Yesterdays rage has become todays headache
Tomorrow cannot come too soon
Please forgive me my indiscretions
I lie here uncovered my thoughts exposed
The door is open for all to see
Love is where I always thought my journey led
From only words I take to heart
Knowing better in my foolish head
That amour is not the love I need*
It only leads me to despair
While the truth is right in front of me
Love is simply those that care


* (maybe occasionally)

ok this ones pretty bad...but I do have a headache.


Robert
2015




 

Rage (or Shakespeare on Viagra)

Torrid

rage on an unguarded bed of splendor

Tempted

to tease the fire of an indecent abyss

Shameless
emotion erect without regard or provocation

Nurtured

by grace sustained by implied affections

Thrust

deep inside an indelicate pit of desire

Sighs

of indifference laments of allusion and innuendos

Oh,

do not dissuade an aroused representative

Erupt

with immense wrath the unsheathed warrior

Until

serenity wanes its unyielding adoration

Again

Robert
2015 

Credo

There is way too much hate.

Don’t hate. Love, you don't have to like, but love.

Acceptance is special. Tolerance is important. Understanding is knowledge. Stay out of my business is a constitutional right.

There are those who do not want this written. They want to control us.

They who are driven by greed and power. Let’s not forget them. The ones who would prefer to steal than to earn honestly. Show yourself so we may know you.

I say;
 

I love you man, but fuck you…!

Robert

2015

Black Dog

the black dog was here today
he wagged his tail and looked my way
I was not ready so here I stay
with the living for one more day

but oh the price I had to pay...


Robert
2015

In A Dream

Can’t stop reading your letter

It brings tears to my eyes
I opened my heart and fell in love
 

That’s why I hate to say goodbye

That’s why I hate to say goodbye

I met my love in a dream

She was all that a man could desire
Her eyes were blue as the ocean

When she laughed it made me smile

When she laughed it made me smile
 

Can’t stop reading your letter

It brings tears to my eyes
I opened my heart and fell in love

That’s why I hate to say goodbye

That’s why I hate to say goodbye

Her touch was warm as the morning sun

On a cold Virginia morn
My heart burns across the water

Until my true love returns

Until my true love returns

Can’t stop reading your letter

It brings tears to my eyes
I opened my heart and fell in love

That’s why I hate to say goodbye

That’s why I hate to say goodbye

You got up and said that you loved me

As you walked out the door
I will never forget you

Or that cold Virginia morn

Or that cold Virginia morn

Can’t stop reading your letter

It brings tears to my eyes
I opened my heart and fell in love

That’s why I hate to say goodbye

That’s why I hate to say goodbye

 

Robert

2015

This Blog

I started this blog as a journal for my writing. It is still a journal for my writing. Most of the things that you have read or will read here are usually written and published pretty much as they go down on paper. I do edit some as any writer does when revisions are required, but most of the stuff is just raw thoughts good or bad. When I started writing, it was because something inspired me, a spirit, a thought, about someone special that needed to be written. I write a lot about love and feelings because I think that the topic is important and is what originally inspired me to write. I am inspired by a lot of things, including the people that I meet, places where I go, and experiences from everyday life. A good portion of what I write I assume is garbage, but every once in a while I may hit on a small gem.

I never intended this blog to be used for any purpose other than to journal my thoughts and writing. The only difference between this journal and any other writer’s journal is that I chose to publish mine to the world. Do not ask me why, but I did. I never thought that anyone would read it, and if they did I would remain anonymous. Then I started telling people about it, I guess it has something to do with ego or wanting to share my thoughts with others, I’m not certain which is most prevalent, depending on what day of the week it is, and the phase of the moon I suppose.

I started out writing just whenever inspiration struck, which was maybe once a week or once a month. Now I try to write something every day. I am not certain which method is better, the old adage of quantity over quality? I just know that I am writing a lot more these days, for better or worse.

This is my legacy, this is what I leave to the world, a small piece of me for the ages. As dumb and cliché as it sounds it is what it is…

So, after saying all that, don’t be too quick to judge or criticize anything that you read here. Just enjoy, and if anything about my writing bothers you then please move on to the next blog and leave me to my thoughts…

Oh yeah, least I forget, Cryptic is on hold for now, my inspiration is gone. Hopefully it will return and share the sofa and some stuff in the fridge…it was very kind to me, and fun to hang out and write with.

 

 

Robert

2015

My Son

I will always love you
and will never forget

precious moments spent...

its hard to say happy birthday
so I will say

farewell, until we meet again

I love you my son


Robert
2015
 

Old Child

Don’t leave me alone

To run away and hide

Hold my hand

Because I am afraid

Dry my eyes

If I cry too much

Kiss my cheek

And tell me that you love me

Give me a treat

When I am good

Sit with me

And read me a book

Make me pancakes

With butter and syrup

Take me to the zoo

And let me feed the animals

Don’t hit me

When I make a mistake

Don’t forget me

When I am gone

 

Please remember that

I am just a child in a man’s body…

Robert

2015

Afraid

Afraid of what, I don’t know

It’s my head, and it won’t let me

Afraid of what, I don’t know

Has someone hurt me and made me afraid

Has my life been a lie wearing a mask

Please release me of the burden

Of someone else’s tortured life
 

Please help me

Please heal me

Please love me

Until I can love myself again

 

Please forgive me

Please don’t hurt me

Anymore.

Robert
2015

Week 5

 

 

Same things on TV that was on last night....

 

 

 

 

 

Robert

2015

My My

Sitting by the river watching the birds fly by

There is this one bird that always says my my

What makes him so special I don’t know why

 

Sitting by the river watching the tide roll in

There’s this fish that don’t know how to swim

If he starts to drown I might have to jump in

 

Sitting by the river watching the sun go down

With a view like this a man can’t wear no frown

But its gonna piss me off if that fucking fish drowns

 

Sitting by the river in the light of the moon

It’s a beautiful night in the month of June

I’m just so glad to be here singing you this tune

 

Sitting by the river with my fishing pole

Me and my buddies at our favorite fishing hole

Smoking a doober that we just rolled

 

Sitting by the river watching the birds fly by

There is this one bird that always says my my

What makes him so special is that he can’t fly

 

Sitting by the river with a fish that can’t swim

Sitting by the river with a bird that can’t fly

I just sit here with em and say to myself...my my

 

Robert

2015

As

As birds fly south for winter

As summer breezes blow

As the sun sets in the west

As the tides quiet ebb and flow

As the road goes on forever

As leaves turn green to brown

As the full moon rises in the dusk

As stars shine brightly looking down

As I rise at dawn at the water’s edge

As my life draws near to thee

A hand to hold a gentle touch

Is all I ask for me

Robert
2015