Friday, June 03, 2011

In Common......

What do the following have in common........Arlene, Bret, Cindy, Don, Emily, Franklin, Gert, Harvey,
Irene, Jose, Katia, Lee, Maria, Nate, Ophelia, Philippe, Rina, Sean, Tammy, Vince and Whitney?

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The older I get the more I love my dog

Time escapes and eludes these days
keeping my mind full
Still, the one thing I know
my dog is never full of bull




Wednesday, March 02, 2011

wishings

wishing that my hand was warm tonight against yours

Saturday, February 26, 2011

My Beautiful Day

As my spirit longs for the warmth of your soul today, I distract the welling up of these emotions by remembering the last time we made love. I remember what a dazzling day it was, and how we interrupted the stillness that painted those canyon walls with such a deep and profound peace. As our lovemaking grew in passion, neither could stop their expressions of pleasure, sending echoes of moans up and down the canyon. Naked and unashamed, the sands of that patch of beach along the Clavey River were so close to heaven that day, and you, its most cherished angel. The sexuality that flowed along side that watercourse had been kept dammed up for to long, and as we both burst simultaneously its ensuing satisfaction swept us away in waves. Lying in that sand, sunning in the after glow I recall telling you the day couldn’t get any better and how it had made you smile.

Yes, those days are now seemingly past us, though still etched in my heart and mind and, of course recorded against my flesh…..so imagine my spirits surprise running into you today

Sunday, February 20, 2011

rain rain........

is here today, floods and closed roads, still.........

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Jib Jab Video

So much fun making these

Just Click on the Title and away you'll go

Sunday, February 13, 2011

2-13-2011


Another drop dead beautiful California dreamin day is upon us, with the sun high in the sky, weighing in at a balmy 70 degrees while the likes of Steve Miller and the Beatles play loud enough to cause structural damage……….

And while this utopia may not always look this good, deep down I know it is perfect, it just took me a while to appreciate what I had, what it was and why there is no place like where you are baby……..

Thursday, February 10, 2011

winter 2011

..opened but guarded guarded his soul looks out at this aging year, turning turning towards winter, never ready to watch it die, always willing to hide back within the reeds at the waters edge where no one gets in....

.....but, another one is here here, beckoning to him, to her, laughing, marking mortality, another notch on the belt of time time time pushing pushing he opens the door and welcomes the coolness carefully as she caresses the day with her soft scent, slowly extinguishing the temperature that melted the summers hope of everything......longing for the quiet of nothing or something.......

...like some siren song seeking something more more more than he can give, he hears that call heeding pleading for one more simple moment in that aging year, like rotting fruit unpicked he turns inward, seeking solitude among the reeds, at her waters edge....and time, she waits for everyone but him..........

Monday, February 07, 2011

floating

away on the gentle spring like breeze today..........lower 70's

Sunday, January 30, 2011

The Dawn Of A Malleable Sunday

The dawn of a malleable Sunday morning appears, finding us lying here, wrapped up in the twisted sheets and after glow of a wild night of lustful passion. I watch you as you awake, yawning, trying to smile at me. Running my index finger along your cheek I tuck your hair back to allow an unobstructed view of your remarkable face. I smile at you, basking in this love, complete in this moment that I would not trade for all the women in this world. You pour back into my arms and your scent reminds me of last night, and yesterday, and the days before, of so many times I hold inside my heart. As our lips meet, I can feel your wiggly toes find the empty spaces between mine, slipping in and out of them in the most suggestive ways and I know that this will indeed be a great day.

6-10-2007

can't shake it

A man goes to a beautiful female Doctor who tells him "You need to quit masturbating" to which he asked "Why?". She replied "because I'm not done examining you."

Friday, January 21, 2011

the lifted fog

a beautiful California Friday........

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Friday, January 14, 2011

breathe

the air, so thick with the scent of burning oak, reminds me its cold, bringing out my worry for my missing cat Jack.........

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

flabbergasted


As hard as I try, I have never been able to self flabber my gaster

Monday, January 10, 2011

Help me finish this poem........


Her smile excites the protons of my heart
and stimulate the receptors of my eyes......

I Saw It On TV

JOHN FOGERTY
"I Saw It On TV"

They sent us home to watch the show comin' on the little screen;
A man named Ike was in the White House, big black limousine;
There were many shows to follow, from 'Hooter' to 'Doodyville',
Though I saw them all, I can't recall which cartoon was real.

The coon-skin caps, Yankee bats, the "Hound Dog" man's big start;
The A-Bomb fears, Annette had ears, I lusted in my heart.
A young man from Boston set sail the new frontier,
And we watched the Dream dead-end in Dallas,
They buried innocence that year.

I know it's true, oh so true, 'cause I saw it on TV.

We gathered round to hear the sound comin' on the little screen,
The grief had passed, the old men laughed, and all the girls screamed
'Cause four guys from England took us all by the hand,
It was time to laugh, time to sing, time to join the band.

But all too soon, we hit the moon, and covered up the sky;
They built their bombs, and aimed their guns, and still I don't know why
The dominoes tumbled and big business roared;
Every night at six, they showed the pictures and counted up the score.

I know it's true, oh so true, 'cause I saw it on TV.

The old man rocks among his dreams, a prisoner of the porch;
"The light," he says "At the end of the tunnel,
Was nothin' but a burglar's torch."
And them that was caught in the Cover are all rich and free,
But they chained my mind to an endless tomb
When they took my only son from me.

I know it's true, oh so true, 'cause I saw it on TV.
I know it's true, oh so true, 'cause I saw it on TV.

Thoughts deep in winter


“Imaging running my fingers through your hair one day in the future makes me smile today”

Saturday, January 08, 2011

To Live Fully


“All we need to live fully is to watch the sun rise and set, and in between, love.”

6-20-2007 Scott R. Redenbaugh

spinning

spinning, spinning nowhere bound
hearing hearing no direction found