at the end of the day

and where is your heart my dear today
have you left it somewhere on the road,
between trains, or at the last bus stop,
mixed up by the business of the day?

and where do your dreams project
the facts of the day? did you make any plans
do you still think where you would like to go
if tomorrow will come?

are you perhaps tired today
of your daily races and would like to breath
slowly with a friend at the end of the day
telling each other stories of no matter what

for the simple joy of sharing time and mind?
would you like to wrap your arms around
me and I will support your dreams with my trunk?
We will grow together greener and higher

under the sun
will have to relearn to reflect
warmth and candor
and learn to listen to the pulse of today

summer rain

it is one of these last days of summer

when the balance did not tilt yet in the favor of fall

when the sun caresses the kids hair

and turns it for a minute to gold

it is one of these days when grapes taste best

when the smell of rotten fruit has nothing unhealthy about it

when melons still roll through the garden

in search for the joy of one more day of vacation.

it is one of these weeks when if it rains

the kids have no fear but instead want to feel it

they have no desire to get into the house 

and perhaps watch cartoons;

it is one of these days when teenagers

are busy adding a whole inch to their height;

one of these days when their bodies fill up

with warmth and energy to last them enough

through fall and at least some of winter

it is one of these magic seasons

when it's raining babies

around the neighborhood

and they all come out with their sun hats on

and their parent carry them with joy

on their breast, in their arms

in a parade of new life 

in a declaration of love

and strength - cause they have the power

to carry all

for all the trip's length

and through all seasons ahead

so help them God! 

quote of the day

"sometimes I think we're not real
we are just (playing a part) in God's dream" AKB

chess song

men maybe pawns
but they have brains of their owns
beware they can change
the rules of the game
they need to know
in their minds
that their king makes
the right moves
or else they may choose
to leave the board
and let the king
and maybe their queen
dance alone
to their tune

advice of the decade

- for a scholar-

"read (the literature) for two hours a day"
PTF

comment:
reading is still work, work that makes you grow, and you do not want to stay in place!

metro news or the good old boys

this one to the peaceful writers of our own Durham local placeblogs

where are the days
when the good old boys
who worked for the newspaper
where there all day long
and most of the night
sipping their beer and telling a tale
waiting for the next big thing to happen
while they were there.

where are the local old boys
proud to be dressed in gray suits
and dusty fast shoes
are they still waiting
by the phone, at the pub?

have they been replaced
perhaps because their rides home
took a little longer everyday
as the city grew larger;
perhaps because they were one day allowed
to start a family
and lingering at the pub
suddenly did not seem as tempting
as it used to;
or maybe because
somewhere far away
a non local guy bends hard everyday
and looks to understand what happened
in their corner of the world
and then writes a story
much cheaper.


they may have changed out of their suits
but they are still here on the field
the writers and makers of news,
our daring brothers
in sneakers and boots,
in sunshine and storms
they can say good bye to the past
and in with the news!