Yes! on green rolling hills. — . Giving the fourth finger salute In the middle of two smiles A diamond bond to never break Silver ringed, forever beguile . At a family dinner you first met Her first impression, Arnold fancies But upon further inspection, a lie When the veil lifts, a new romancing . Together, a beautiful pair of slashies Upon hills you support, spin and ride A George and a Joyce, super couple
‘Invent yourself and reinvent yourself.’ — . When you fall on your face and hit rock bottom What’s left is gold, hiding rubies, once forgotten When failure strips away what is inessential These moments, the true show their potential . These times are given ripe to reimagine yourself To imagine yourself and then reimagine yourself Don’t act like a passerby with a pedestrian walk But be first, run four minute miles so others talk
Flight to Aotearoa.
Fleeing the pen of he, named Riverlake. — . In the Lee of a bright light, independence called A visit to Cornell, a traitor, a crisis is walled Three belligerents, two Asian, one Americán Missile tests, thirty seven miles North, Taiwan . A general stroke of a pen, button push, fear A hundred surnames begin scattering near My father was one, sending us six k miles My mother, taking three, ten year while
Your Birthday Morning.
Twenty Seventeen. — . One year ago As the walls of Tzukuri were crumbling when the company was saddled with a million dollar debt when two board members deserted when I had to execute layoffs you held me for hours on your Birthday morning in Brisbane as I wept . You saw me lose my mind after not sleeping for six days from the stress and yet, even after all that pain you worked hard to drag my sorry ass to hospital
Calming the storm. — . I’m having such a good time Falling darkness, hell divines From kingly to an evil demon Let me go, stop me scheming . On a cliff, lemming visions A belt, hanging premonitions In words, seeing bright lights Dopamine stars, sleepless nights . Love, hate and hate, love, bind Rapid cycle, an unquiet mind Up and down, swinging moods Hidden isolated, black broods . Salt of the lightest silver metal
. Sometimes I feel lost An uneasiness in the belly Mindless jelly Like I don’t know who I am Who I was or will be Whether my illness defines me Or if it is a mere fragment Of some imagined reality Is the future written for me Or is it one which I can control That I can write myself? Who really knows? .
The Tzadik, My Friend. — . We connected after a show I pretended I didn’t know That you were Once acting Please Like Me exacting . You asked what I did I said I made glasses I asked you the same “An actor” embarrased . Days later, email cold Can I come visit? See the garage? William just lost it . A friendship made Upon stars, to last Wild goats, riverglade Midnight train fast . Happy Hannukah! A.
The Price In This Life.
Don’t pay for what you don’t want. — . The price of passion is pain The price of fame is privacy The price of visions, faith The price of money, friends The price of dreams, family The price of love, life lends . “People know the price of everything, but the value of nothing.” Oscar Wilde
Sir James Cameron.
Better than the big picture one. — . You came to the garage once You bought a pair to help out Wearing them hides kind eyes Accel, Valley and London clout . A gentle radio worthy voice Once a great M&A clerk Excellent for a personal board Your writing a weave work . Thank you for all you have done! Merry Christmas A.