My love was not on a timer It existed around the clock Even in my dreams Also when in conflict with someone My love was there I had hopes that they would see the light But as you know life does not work that way People are resolute and measured They have their point of view and This is a sacred thing to them, but on Further investigation they have No reason to insist on being right I love them more and hold out hope for them Yes, I tripped up now and then and Scattered a little dust as I walked My thoughts ran deep, as deep as my heart Wherever I was, was brighter in my eyes Only because I shared my love while being there Many could not understand and never will They do not know the equation of love It is not a simple thing and the Giving of oneself to others in one mind Is not necessarily the same in another Even though they both have given I have been consumed with anger and Will not deny that I have been judgmental Out of this though came a deeper love, so A small slip backward became a gift It was up to me to use that gift and I have always used it well Some may say that I was bitter But they refuse to see the brightness of intention And cannot distinguish between love and frustration I spoke of dust, but dust settles Now I am dust and you can only remember You will remember from midnight to midnight You will be blessed with that good feeling Stanski April 25, 2020 ^
Day: April 25, 2020
GOING NOWHERE
Alopecia Pacific Ocean Indoor plant Aloe lotion Willie Nelson George Jones Mrs. Butterworth Ice cream cones Wind-up cars Greyhound bus O Suzanna Elizabeth Cuckoo clock Regulator NRA Trouble-maker Electric train Insulator Clean white teeth Instigator Milky Way Perpetual motion Sitting Bull Indian Ocean Stone Mountain Abraham Lincoln St. Louis Cardinals Pentagon Friday night Sunday paper Chocolate soda Alligator Snake-skin shoes Easter parade Baseball game Panty raid Alabama Live oak tree Blue-green algae Summer breeze California Thousand Oaks London Museum Penny pokes Bicycle chain Wagon wheel spokes Apple pie Bull frog croaks Sewer pipes Manhole covers Sandy beach Piping plovers Stanski April 26, 2020
LIFE TURNED AROUND
I hung my wig, old and Moth ridden on the wall, Then walked to clean up Down a long forsaken hall Dirty and smelly, the water cold I felt so lonely and empty, but The rent wasn’t much at all I sat on the throne; I was King Tut My life, my good life passed Right before my cloudy eyes Tears began to well up I thought of all the goodbyes There was a day I could rattle chains Cause people to stop and turn Success after success followed me You would think that I would learn But power is power and To have it is often fine, but I wanted more and then more Soon it was the end of the line I was besieged by my enemies They threw me out in the streets I disguised myself and left town There was no one I wanted to meet I became a vagrant When my money ran out A fallen hero, unclaimed I had lost all of my clout I finished; returned to my room Laid down on my musty bed I was found there the next morning The sad one was now dead Stanski April 24, 2020^
LIFE TURNE AROUND
I hung my wig, old and Moth ridden on the wall, Then walked to clean up Down a long forsaken hall Dirty and smelly, the water cold I felt so lonely and empty, but The rent wasn’t much at all I sat on the throne; I was King Tut My life, my good life passed Right before my cloudy eyes Tears began to well up I thought of all the goodbyes There was a day I could rattle chains Cause people to stop and turn Success after success followed me You would think that I would learn But power is power and To have it is often fine, but I wanted more and then more Soon it was the end of the line I was besieged by my enemies They threw me out in the streets I disguised myself and left town There was no one I wanted to meet I became a vagrant When my money ran out A fallen hero, unclaimed I had lost all of my clout I finished; returned to my room Laid down on my musty bed I was found there the next morning The sad one was now dead Stanski April 24, 2020^
Steve Haarman 