The Journey
I see inside with dream-like vision I glide through slinky lines of time Silver lights and golden kites I bathe in light and gently recline Like feeling carelessness’ caress Ripples moving up and down my spine Thunderous sounds so boldly loud Speak? These tongues simply opine Tunnels filled and gently moved along Dancing faeries all in a line I drift and travel onwards still Into worlds and realms of mine Is this truly my heaven then? In the stillness of this un-time Deeper and yet deeper still Into this universe of patient calm Knowing that whatever I foresee I am certain that it’s really mine
Read More »The Five Characteristics of Rich People
I was just over on Linkedin where some business/wealth magazine had posted an article with the above title. Their five characteristics were the ones that you would expect… communication, blah blah blah blah…. In my life I have met my fair share of rich people. I don’t mean wealthy and I do mean rich – in excess of $10 million minimum. They did all share a set of characteristics but it wasn’t the ones I just read about. The first characteristic was to be honest greed. They coveted money and they would do almost anything to get it and absolutely anything to keep it once they had it. One man I know whose child played on a ice hockey team with my son would routinely call me up and ask
Read More »Memories
I think memories a strange thing. When I really want to remember something I can have a very hard time like my PIN number or someone’s name but at other times memories flood back unexpectedly. My mind, like everyone else’s I suspect, works best with images. Faces I can recall in an instant the name that goes with that face…. not so fast! It makes for those awkward moments where you are talking to someone who plainly knows you and your name and whose face seems familiar but you cannot place them at all…… Anyway, having moved back to Brno and to our apartment, I am having memories. The last time I saw my father alive was here and I can see him ever so clearly in this apartment. I
Read More »Bored
Sitting here Not sure what to do I could start something Or I could do nothing At all The truth is I am bored Bored with my life I’m looking for escape Seeking excitement, or nothing At all Been half a century Actually a little more Been here, been there Actually, almost everywhere It’s all bland All pre-canned So fucking boring Listen, I’m snoring Bored with the politics Bored with nationalism Bored with the fighting And jostling for position Bored with the arguments Bored with the song Bored with almost everything It’s been too long Sitting here Still wondering what to do Shall I start something Or do nothing At all The truth is I am bored Bored with it all I’m wanting excitement Or nothing At all
Read More »UDI For Me
All my life I have worked so hard I made some money too But I spent it all on you All my life I wanted something A certain way of life But caved in to the wife U D I Sick of living this lie U D I For ME! All my life I did what others asked Lived for them, not me Is that why I’m so unhappy? All my life so totally stressed out Trying to make ends meet Heart beating a different beat U D I Sick of living this lie U D I For ME! I’m going to do what I want I’m going to go where I want I’m going to live for me I’m going to please myself I’m gonna spend money on myself
Read More »Life’s Junk
Just over 7-years ago, I arrived in the Czech Republic with one suitcase. Later, I shipped one box to myself. It wasn’t a large box. I left a large house stuffed to the brim with stuff and do you know what, I didn’t really miss any of it. Anything I did miss turned out to have a connection to someone in my life. I did miss being able to look at certain photographs of my family, my boys, my parents, my college days. I did miss the framed picture bought for me as a gift by my Aunt in New Orleans as it reminded me of my Uncle who died too young. I missed a few items – trinkets mainly – given to me by my father and by my
Read More »Moments
A little reminiscing Passing of a life Not even thrilling It’s been a long ride Dancing through time Losing my pride Where did it go Where did they go All of those people All of those places Those ups and those oh so downs Times and time, sand grains falling Moments of glory and moments of hell Moments when you knew that you’d done well Listening to second hand Bolan A Child of his revolution Just like that Jean Jeanie Crossing the Atlantic Ocean Houston, I heard you calling Or am I confusing you with the Clash? All that trans Energy wasted Never did make my splash Where did it go What did I really do All of those faces All of those names The heights and the valleys The
Read More »The Haircut
I have always detested having my hair cut. It seems such a bloody waste of time and besides, I really don’t like looking at myself in a mirror for 30 to 40 minutes. For this reason, I always tend to leave it a bit longer than I should. However, this morning I had my haircut. I go to an old fashioned barber’s shop in Prague where they really do a good job, use old fashioned blades and you get a good head massage as well. Of course, I had to look at myself sitting facing that mirror. Perhaps it was the background music – a mix of seventies and eighties classics like Meatloaf and Patti Smith. Perhaps it was just my mood and state of mind right now. Who knows?
Read More »Where Is My Enthusiasm?
From time-to-time, we lose our way a bit. Distractions or pure bloody laziness are usually to blame. For the last several weeks, it has been the latter for me. I can’t be bothered to meditate I really can’t. I feel flat – not down – but flat, lacking in excitement and with no zest at all for anything. It’s a strange feeling. A bit like treading water or something. Is it the weather, the time of year, my age???? Who knows? In a couple of weeks or so, we move back to Brno and I am hoping that a change of scenery makes the difference and rekindles the fires. What is missing is enthusiasm. Enthusiasm has always been my driving force. The fuel for my engine. My inner fire. Enthusiasm
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