storms came
both in life
and to the earth
but in the aftermath
things that have existed
are gone, destroyed

but in the aftermath
some survive
and something new
may spring forth
the trick is
survive..........

deal with it
morrow the loss
hold on to
what remains
but most of all seek
what is new

summer's heat
depletes the body
of energy
of fluids
and the mind
of resolve

the only
respite
is the summer rain
yet this summer
the rains have
been a no show

grass is brown dying
only the weeds
are green
and like the grass
my soul looks for
the healing rain

life
what is it
is it a series
of random
events

is it
a series of
problems
random or
ordained

are we the product
of are genetic
makeup
just a roll of the
genetic dice

or rather
our up bringing
lessons learned
from parents
or from life

or a
combination
of both
or are there
other factors

is there an
influence of
the divine
or of
evil

but whatever the
influence maybe
it's my life
it's my choice
my destiny

night descends
maybe
maybe not

and i turn off
the lights
and rest

if sleep evades
then the 'dreams'
are of my choosing

if sleep comes
when sleep comes
where do my dreams come from?

and how do i react
to those random dreams
or are they really random

who
or what
chooses

and more
importantly
WHY?

life returns
grass that was brown
now is green

trees that were
bare, skeletons
leaves have returned

goslings, baby woodchucks appear
running, eating, playing
their parents watching

my soul
after a winter's nap
begins to awake

night is upon me
the body is tired
the eyelids heavy
but the mind
the mind
refuses to cooperate

it spins
like a whirling dervish
over many years
and much practice
i can control
my physical form

but with my best effort
complete control
of my mind eludes me
in fact, at times
i have no control over it
at all...........[sigh]

i decided
long ago that
i would not
conform

i would not
follow the path
that others
set for me

did i make mistakes
absolutely
but it was my
choice

for better
or worse
i accept my
responsibility

no one
other the me
is
responsible

i accept what
I've become
not always 'pretty'
but it is 'me'

would i change a thing
obviously but
my choice and
my pain but
my joy

ghosts
from the past
not ghosts
but friends/enemies
from the
distance past

memories
i thought
long dead
buried
gone
lost for ever

but resurrection
theologically
a good concept
but with memories
definitely
a mixed bag

old friends
old peeps
i knew
who probably
don't remember me
and some that i
don't remember
but they do me

and then there is
adolescents
frankly
much of it
i would rather
forget
but sadly
can't

were we foolish
or just learning
to learn...........