The living dead

Why is this charade of living
Every moment is a struggle
A life living like a dead
Why this thirst unquenched
Relive daily the struggle to live
Is it just an illusion
A role playing
Dead playing the living
O’ you romantic
Yearning for a night
Under the starlit sky
Come share my bed
On the street
Even the full moon
Casts a dark shadow here
Hear my story and chronicle
The life of a living dead

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Strangers we were

If the choices we make
And the paths we take
Differ
And takes us on
Our separate ways
Remember
Strangers we were
Before we met
Fellow travellers for
A short time
Mourn not
The path not taken
Take your own path
Guest I am
Just for a short while
In this world
Destination unknown
Strangers we were
Strangers will be

Flames of Desire

When the shine of first bloom of youth melts away

Bees buzzing around for a drink from the fountain fly away

Eyes searching the blue skies for mates yonder becomes earth bound

Graceful swan neck bends down weighed by age and can’t look up

Look no further to rest your head and soothe your bruised ego

For I am that lover whose bed is built on feathers of eternal hope

Breathing life in wilted petals dried between the pages of book of love

An youth spent on waiting for one glance, one little smile

Because my love, even aged, you are that celestial jewel who

Still carry the fire to lit the flames of desire in an old heart

 

Peace be on you

I am neither lost
Nor seeking
Neither I lack faith
Nor indoctrinated
Atheist I am not
Nor a believer
In a world gone mad
Everyone preaching
My way or highway
Who is to judge
Wrong or right 
I shall let you
Have your say
Will keep my
Opinion to myself
Lest I make a
Fool of me
Opening my mouth
Peace be on you
I have found mine

A spur of the moment trip to Big Sur

Yesterday I became temporarily homeless for the day.  Contractor had told me a few days back that the floor guys would come and apply the final stain coating to the floor yesterday.  I need to go out of the house for the day.  Based on my experience from the initial two coats that were applied a few weeks back when we had to leave the house for three days, I thought if they apply the coat by early morning, I should be able to be back by the evening.  What I forgot to account for was that the same guys were supposed to stain the fireplace mantel also and that added hours to the schedule.  based on my earlier assumption I had no made any arrangements to stay anywhere.  First I had to make arrangement for my dog Skooby for an overnight stay at the kennel. By the time I made the arrangements and dropped Skooby off, it was 12 noon and 91 F, sizzling.  I had no plans, no place to go and decided to hit the beach and drove towards Monterrey.  As I was filling gas for the long drive, I realized that I had not been to Big Sur for a long time, specially after the coastal highway was closed during 2017 – 2018 for nearly fourteen months due to land slide.  So in a spur of the moment, I decided to drive to Big Sur, about ninety miles south of my house.  Boy, was I glad that I made that decision.  Coastal weather was fantastic, sunny but cool 64 F, not much traffic and the beautiful, scenic drive.

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Carmel from Monastery Beach

BIXBY

Bixby Creek Bridge – most photographed land mark on the west coast

By around 4:30 PM, the temperature had dropped to about 58 F as fog was rolling in from the ocean. I decided to head back home but before I could call it a night it would be 3:00 AM in the morning after a late night movie, Avengers : End Game, and a late night or early morning dinner at Denny’s. The bed never felt so good.


All photos by author on June 5, 2019