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people will judge your outlook in life

by your perception of your glass

is it half full ?

or half empty ?

i have a thirst for life

so will simply

savor the taste –

the flavor

of what i drink

i hunger to see

different images

in anything

such as Thunder Thighs

or the beauty of a rose

without colour

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life is not –

to me –

what is in your glass

wether half empty

or half full

but rather

what you fill it with

what you taste

wether it be an mirage of a horse

or the tracks in the desert sand

that will vanish

with the slight stirring

of the wind

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what boots

will i walk in today ?

will i leave tracks

that anyone will follow ?

will anyone thirst

for what i have seen ?

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Shakespeare ,

to my way of feeling,

had it wrong-

it should not be written as –

” a horse- a horse-my kingdom for a horse ”

but rather

“MY Kingdom IS my Horse !”

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age – old – ancient – history –

once upon a time –

memories

a pattern of wrinkles etched on our souls ,

far deeper than the wrinkles etched

on our bodies

a roadmap of our journey thru life

that life will discard without a thought

 

 

my hair is grey now

my feeling of being immortal

has long since past

stories i could tell,

but will anybody listen ?

to a man with no voice

yet i can sing better than Elvis

or Pavoratti !

when i sing in the shower

but my silent voice

is washed away by the shower waters

down the drain

 

i was fortunate to live in Japan when the Japanese still held the value of their elders as a treasure -when to be old was not a distraction to the  living   – but rather a teacher of value to be admired and respected  – the Japanese held their elders in respect for a history to learn from – but even now this history is vanishing-

 

in my country   – aged people are more often shuffled off to a “retirement home” where they are visited once in a while – the wealth of their memories is not listened to much – and will pass into dust as they will soon themselves pass into the ages

 

are we    who have much to still listen to – who gave the youth their lives – not worthy to listen to ?  are we not worthy of respect for our age , our memories , our mistakes that we can help the youth avoid ?

 

nostalgia – memories distorted

by our own memories

 

this is all written out of nostalgia – it started with the memory of my first horseback ride- at a castle in Northern Japan in 1957 by a lake  – i was put on the horse by a man who slapped him on the rump and off i went into a forest of tall trees – but then i was little and the trees and horse were big- thats it  –  no more memory of this

and then my memory of a great TV show   hosted by Richard Boone–it was about how possibly the first horse came to the plains Indians   – horses were reintroduced by the Spanish Conquistadors during the conquest of the Americas- the Indian happened onto a horse- a strange animal clad in saddle and armor standing grazing on the prairie in a sunrise  – it took some telling – but the Indian managed to shed the saddle and other stuff from the horse and got onto its back- he fell off a number of times as the horse ran – and got back on- but then the most exhilerating  thing –   my memory  – the Indian finally staying on the horse as it RAN galloping across the plain in the silence of the end of the day- the Indian with his arms outstretched – on a beast that let him race with the winds that swept the plains  — and FEEL the freedom of the Gods

 

this morning i took some iPhone photos of roses –

roses have a short life of beauty – of a fragrant smell –

and then fade from memory

yet even in aging

beauty has its beauty

that memory can recall and not let fade

 

there was once another TV program that i remember – that of two ancient people who had fallen in love with each other and lived  their lifetimes together- they aged – and not gracefully as aging  will do – but they saw each other -not as growing older- but as the beauty of their youthful dream of love – they saw themselves as they were because they did not age in their love for each other – they saw themselves as they were

 

love is not defined by any one thing – a horse can bring you passion beyond anything you may know -a flower may bring you beauty in its dying moments – these few photos i offer rose-iPhone-3149 aged rose-iPhone-3150 aged rose-iPhone-3151 aged rose-iPhone-3152 rose-iPhone-3154 copy bring a beauty of a dying rose- a beauty of age-

 

 

wether it be as big as the Sky

or as small as a flower,

God and Nature can paint in colors

that pink rose-3920 copy white color -3736 copy aging beauty-1431 copy blushing rose-6718 copy iris-0505 copy yellow rose-6420 copy dancers to a waltz-7215 copy new rose past-0067 copy white color-9574 roses copycan astound the senses

Roses are  to me  beautiful

and so like a woman -along with the softness and beauty-thorns to bring a man to earth- to add a little pain to the soul so we lest not forget- they are woman

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