Back in the mind, back in the game, back in the spirit. Toe tapping rhythms that lure my fingers to tap along. Tap tap tap. Tappings that I haven’t done in a while.

Tap Tap Tap.

Searching for the words, searching for the inspiration to write…back in the habit, back in the game.

Words escape me as I type and compose this lyrical nonsense. Words escape my thoughts as I think of the things that I want to say and search for the things that I NEED to say.

Leap of faith, jumping blindly into the gold rush of yesteryear. Pants and sleeves rolled up screening for the magical specs. I’ve been fortunate so far, small nuggets make me come back for more. I want to strike it rich. I want this to be enough to last a while.

This kind of pleasure doesn’t come easy. Beaten and bruised from being the push over to being stubborn to even being mean. Consequences we all must face as we sift hopefully for all the glory. GOLD.

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Dear Yoko where did you go, why did you leave?

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Back to business, no more games. Nonsensical whimsy to straight thoughts to lyrical nature. Back to business, back to my roots; searching for the words and composition that I know I am more than capable of. Back to me.

Long nights on the cryptic airwaves; we share our moments, our lives, our thoughts. Discussing nature to fashion to movies to life in general and all things in between. Philosophy and nature. We discuss and our airwaves get broader, our signals connect with greater frequency. Soon we fall into a familiarity of comfort. Comfort.

Things we share are no secrets to us. Things we share are truths about who we are. We are we and there’s nothing to hide. From cryptic airwaves to overcoming the distance. We made our approach.

We landed in some far off place, shortening what was between us. Officially the connection is made. Officially I misconnect no more. From 80 something miles to 15,000 miles, we often made our connection. Through airwaves, the empty numerical void of 0s and 1s, and even overcoming the hard concrete, we made our connections. There is something there….something special.

Sweet talk whispers
Longing in the night
Stretching out, touching
Shivers of joy and excitement
Embrace of heat
Wet from sweat
Long into the night
Time after time
Wake indiscriminately
You
I

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Walking in the night, waking in the sun, through the blurry crowds I cast my gaze. Jumping through the herd, I come out alive, full of life. I’m not afraid of the mass no more. No general apprehension of being swallowed by the mindless drones and becoming one of them.

I wake in the sun and I see clearly for the first time. Life has changed to a lighter shade of gray, evolving from the ever blackness of night that I’ve been a prisoner of. My shackles fall loose from my mal nourished wrists and ankles and I walk steadily through the pearly gates of light.

From hell to purgatory, where I now journey through the trials and tribulations of sustainable life. A life that is actually worth living, co-mingling with the ones who were once there with me and even those who were always there…each of us seeing a brighter shade of pale.

Sturdy I stand in a foreign wonderland of comfort and familiarity. Everything new, seen through virgin eyes, yet things have a old comfort of familiar ness that can only come from life. A life more ordinary than a life less ordinary outcasted by your own desire and alienation.

Sleeping peaceful with the crowds that never once visited your dreams. Alone no more! Experiences shared with people that once were never there, yet here they are now, keeping me company in my crowded dream.

With a Bah Bah Bah I jump into the sky, over the crooked moon drawn without care into the free flowing fantasies of childish playfulness that once held my innocence. Oh so long ago that I’ve lost it; but to be back and be its acquaintance is a dream in itself.

Fresh views, fresh eyes. Blurry no more. Bleary no more. Clear as crystal without the prescription plastics that block things from view. I see naked of what life is to bring me. That is a pleasant worldly surprised that I know.

Comfortably, comfort of life, comfort of self. I’ve finally found comfort in the stretchy organ of yellowness; covered in the silky texture of hide. This shell is empty no more…now filled with joy and success. Life finally comes together and makes sense to a mystery that could never be solved. All that is left are shadows that run from the chasing sun. Soon they will be gone leaving all to the incredible lightness of being.

From the Atlantic Starr to the Ziggy Stardust, I’ve traveled to learn the true meaning of life….come as you are, go as you are, and be pleasantly surprised as to who you are. Just look in a mirror and lo and behold, a new found stranger staring back at you.