Day: May 17, 2020

Isn’t it so very true?
The lost rarely find their way back
And the earth keeps on turning
It waits for no man; there are no reasons
Love has a way of cracking up
What was wonderful takes a wrong turn
This is life and we must keep moving
Seldom are there retakes
 
Sometimes it seems it would be nice
To have a Director running the show
All the corrections come from there
The only source of ill-will
Would life be easier that way?
It may be hard to say, but
Spontaneity would likely disappear
Then slowly boredom seeps into life
 
And other reasons for sadness manifest
I hear the drama in future discussions
Oh, I miss him so; oh, I miss her so
Tripping over your own shoes is sad
Our inclinations are to do just that
We get involved in the blame game
Often forgetting to look into the mirror
 
I close my eyes and wait for nightfall
I can lie back and reflect; try to soften
My heart to the sweet music of
Benny Carter, Stan Getz or Grover Washington, Jr.
I am a prisoner of love and should only trust my heart
There is no midnight sun so I wait for a moon
I dwell on memories that shake my heart
Why does this stuff happen?
 
Don’t put your horn away; I need answers
Pride is a difficult master; time advances
Oh, I wish I could do things over
Maybe someone new will come along
Would that be better?  I don’t know
What was appears to be gone for sure
The freight train is slow tonight,
But I am on my way
 
Stanski
May 15, 2020 ^

THE ITCH FOR REALITY
This is the information age
Where do we go for it?
Many use devises
Local (fake) newspapers
 
The internet which is
Only 90% fake news
Radio is a possibility
Not always convenient
 
We communicate
Without speaking
Shop on line; few stores
Do not touch money
 
Make friends on line
Entertain with devices
Detached from the physical
But crave it as never before
 
Handshakes and hugs are
In the process of vanishing
We still seek connections
With real touch and feel
 
Who make the objects we desire?
How can we embrace them?
Reflect on their methods of using
Natural or found materials
 
We need connections
They are found in art
In the way we decorate
Imitate artistic trends
 
In our lifestyles and
Sometime soon, we hope
In our return to how it was
When personal was tangible
 
Stanski
May 15, 2020 ^
 
 
 

 
I wouldn’t like it any other way
But my way is not always the chosen one
So many time in retrospect
It should have been the one that was done
So many times a slippery slope
Too bad once the sliding starts
It is a long hike back to the top of the mountain
Alone, too, because the company parts
 
That’s why I say I like it my way
Not that I am always error free
But mostly I know the right path
It seems at times to beckon me
Intuition plays a big part
Native instincts rise in my mind
I do not carelessly jump the gun
I know the easiest is a tough grind
 
There are conflicts; sudden surprises
The flow of the river has changes
However the goal is worth going for
We never say it is out of our ranges
Day to night; the sunset and moon rise
Life even with stress can be delightful
At dawn we are ready to resume our trial
Thankful that we were so insightful
 
Magical ways; mysterious results
Episodes of life continue coming
So delightful to race head on
Keeping our pace to the drumming
Life is over sooner than imaginable
Looking back what will be your call
Mine would be I don’t mind failing
But I’m always on a mountain when I fall
 
Stanski
May 16, 2020 ^