Ava Of December's Birth

Ava of December's birth,
On you the stars shine and share their worth.
Pleiades, upon your head so small,
Places her knowledge that defines your call.
Earth will also play her role,
Parting onto you her strength and soul.
She gives the beauty of her many shores.
They wash up on to you, a gift that's yours.
With knowledge, strength and beauty abound,
Your countenance is one rarely found.

Many have searched a lifetime in pursuit,
Searching for such glorious fruit.
Fountains of youth and cities of gold,
Have eluded explorers from days of old.
While those of us who gather near you,
Have not far to search to find such truths.
For the truth rests here, cradled by arms of four
And two hearts that beat for you, most adored.

Ava of December's cold,
You arrived new to a land that's old.
With ancient wisdom already collected,
You will grow and learn until perfected.
Then you will take all that you've gained
And share all you are with those who remain.
No force to be found shall bind your will,
For your resolve is stronger than steel.

Ava of December's glow,
You are so loved more than you know.
There are many hearts and eyes,
That look to you and realize,
From children like you comes a dream
That runs through our souls, an endless stream. 

Winter's Shade

     Sitting in the shade during one of the harshest winters in remembrance. 'Snap', I step on the pieces of leftover, burnt wooden matches left behind by another of God's little angels who hid in the winter shadows before me. They say she has gotten her wings and now she flies closer to the sun for the warmth that was never received while bound to this plane. I cry for her and all those who are deemed less than zero by those of us, God's children. Winter is cruel and cold and it's colder in the shade but here in the dark corners we are left alone so as to not remind the masses of all our sins. We hide so others can feel the warmth of the sun during the cruelest of winters

Playing It Safe

          I suppose at 40 I should be playing it safe. I should be buying my clothes at Costco, cheap Dockers, sensible shoes and those cute little cargo shorts that suggest just a hint of rebellion, not the cool ones that you make out of old military pants. I can't do it! I've tried in the past but I always ended up feeling molded and put in place. I know I'm out of place when I go to pick up my kids from school wearing my hair slicked back or hanging in my face with my black Ray Bans and old engineer boots on. I must admit that I get a charge out of the expressions I get from other fathers who are picking up their kids or from the mothers who secretly wish their men looked as cool as me (ha). Hell, even the kids at school look at me with some sort of expression that rests somewhere between "weird" and "coolness". I know my own kids think I'm cool as they always show me off to their friends. I freely admit that I am afraid of looking and feeling 40 but I have always refused to "fit in". I don't go out of my way to look different, it just happens, always has. I guess that comes from having a mother and father who raised me to be myself and never let what everyone else around me was doing or wearing dictate who I should be or what I should look like. Maybe it's the fact that I spend more time pouring my mind into outdated books or writing poetry, that I don't give myself up to what's happening in the world of fashion. I'll play it safe when I'm dead...maybe.

At The Starting Gate

     Well here it is, my first post on my first blog. This should have happened long ago but I have always found other projects and distractions to steer me away from sitting down and forming thoughts and words to put into a blog. After viewing my wife's blog the other night I finally felt inspired to take the time to create my own little place on the vast universe that is the internet.

     I am not sure what anyone will find on this little island but I hope that at least one person will find something that inspires them to slip their own little note in a bottle and send it out into the sea. Here, one might find some prose, a rant and even a few jokes. Opinions on music, poetry and life in general are almost sure to be found here. As I love to write and write to live one can also expect to find various forms of writing on my blog.

     It is here that I hope all who find their way to this blog have a good time and leave with a little extra 'something' to inspire them on their journey through life.