I joined the Marine Corp in December of 1963, about a Month after President John F. Kennedy was assassinated. To quote him “Ask not what your country can do for you BUT what you can do for your country.” On New Years Eve, I and about 10 others arrived at San Diego, California and was […]
Laced, Between your fingertips, Woven in your breath, Adagio, Tangled, Between, Sweet soft glides of skin. Breath, Fogs my vision, Warms my flesh. Wondering where you end, …and I begin. Pas de deux… Whisperings, Soft, Feather like, Magical, Soul touching. Needing, …feeling…. Wondering… Where you end, and I begin….. Pas de deux… My heartbeat, …breath, […]
For our entertainment….for our idea of sport…….in circus…in rodeo….in riding our horses on the trail. In treatment that we deem as not hurtful….ethical . Do we not take into account only our needs my friends, irrespective of the truth ? Do we not minimize the damages done to our fellow creatures here on our collective […]
I reached sleepily for your pillow, But you were no longer there, In the room were the echoes of my dreams. Tugging hungrily at my mind. Time after time. Bereft, Into the darkness, I could only stare. Sitting on the dresser, Our love letters silent, Left unread. Silly me, Those daydreams still haunt…dance in my […]
Love and Unity
~Ink Heart~ I swim in the seas, Of my imagination. In the warm waters of my memories. Flying, Soaring …in the skies, of my dreams. Simple, Yet complex, Soul journeys. Written words, Each a part of me, All parts of what I see. A simple heart dipped in ink, Sometimes deeper than you think. Dipped […]
~Sacred Saturations~ by Julie Gard (Notes) on Monday, June 4, 2012 at 7:52pm If I could see with the depths of your eyes, I would take this most sacred journey with you, Soul Saturated in each sun laced moment, …and within our heartbeats, Rapid flutter, On the gentlest of breezes. I would know, That I […]
Every song has an element of you, …of us, Of whispers in the dark, Of wishes made with a hopeful heart. Of sunny days in the park. Every song, Just as worn, And smooth as the faded edges of beach glass. Smooth, So smooth, Jagged edges worn down over time. Into a colored faded clarity. […]
My search for the essence of Copenhagen continued thursday morning with a clouded sky, pale sunlight and a one hour rain shower.
