Re-discovery
• 03/23/24 at 08:29AM •Time for me to make a trip to the Oregon Coast
Time for me to make a trip to the Oregon Coast
I need to return to the Sea.
To a place, on the Oregon Coast.
A small Inn, close to the beach.
Hearing Gulls cry, smell the salt air.
Walking the beach on warm sand,
down near the water, icy cold.
Take into my senses, sights odors and sound,
relaxing for the moment, on blanket covered sand.
while reflecting upon the loneliest time,
about a life of memories of mine.
Bask in the Sun, enjoying the day,
watching the tide start ebbing away.
6 years ago, Twas written.
Let me sip the nectar
from a hundred silver cups,
and taste the honey,
produced by the bee.
Let me live today, as if,
tomorrow will never come.
Let me share my love,
with a stranger and
after I have loved,
with no remorse or sorrow.
Perhaps, all the love I've shared,
will bring a new tomorrow,
with a bright beginning,
for in loving, you will find,
another day for living.
I wrote this around, 1978. I haven't yet succumbed to the degradation of alcohol,
although, I may be on edge of insanity.
My arms ache from hanging on,
To that pillar of sanity that
Controls our daily lives.
It has been said, by those
Who supposedly know,
That Poets usually succumb,
To the degradations of alcohol,
Lose their grip on reality
And become insane or die,
At an early age.
I am well on my way to
Becoming an accomplished drinker
And feel, that it is only a matter
Of time before sanity deserts
Me or my liver quits,
And then it's over.
Note! This was originally written approximately 40 years ago.
Let me write about,
when yesterday, was today
and tomorrow is now.
Let's begin, in this way.
When today is over,
and tomorrow begins,
is it the time to inspect?
Counting all of our Sins?
As humans, we error,
in our many ways,
sometimes frequently,
if it pays.
A good thing?
Probably not,
you can be certain,
it may be all we've got.
For all to see.
For all to view.
A tribute to all,
except a small few.
Outward flowed,
the sands of time,
when faded memories,
became sublime.
A mass of love,
becoming lost.
All those memories gone.
What was the cost?
Tranquil the night,
Busy the day.
Why do life's problems,
not go away?
Away from this time
when are bodies break,
our moral compass, bent,
and our souls are weak.
At dawning begins,
a simple ray of sunshine,
exploring the shadows,
receding from the night.
Yesterday's adventures,
have become today
and then tomorrow,
is on its way.
When Life deals you,
a different hand.
A beginning which,
I no longer understand.
Roll with the punches,
look the other way.
It's rewarding, knowing,
it was your choice to stay.
Swirled the wind,
in a Winter high,
leaving destruction,
from a dark sky.
I'll be your friend,
as long as I live,
for you I love,
and will now give.
This old heart aches,
for a love which I lost.
Finding someone new,
I needed, no matter the cost.
Another adventure,
to another place,
full of cold, sea air,
which may chap your face.
The Oregon coast,
a great place to see,
away from the unwashed,
members of our Society.
Enjoy my good friend,
as I know you will,
for life's pleasures
may be over the next hill.
Safe journeys to you,
my good friend.
Enjoy your life,
to the absolute end.
For in the end,
you must always try,
for a shot of McNaughten's,
or a drink of Bulliet Rye.