poetry
Isn’t Love A Beautiful Thing Toast
Isn’t love a beautiful thing
To have someone who’ll laugh at all your old jokes (even the corny ones)
Isn’t love a beautiful thing,
When the world is conspiring against you, but you have someone at home who’ll always have your back
Isn’t love a beautiful thing
When this world is just about to make you crazy, and then suddenly you both realize laughter is the only remedy
Isn’t love a beautiful thing
When you have someones hand to hold
while taking walks on summer evenings
Isn’t love a beautiful thing
When you have someone to build a home with
Someone to make a family with
To share your dreams with
Isn’t love a beautiful thing
When you have someone to remind you to throw out the garbage, to not leave dirty dishes in the sink, to put the cap on the toothpaste and to put your dirty socks in the hamper, and you respond by saying “Yes Dear” That’s love!
Isn’t love a beautiful thing
When you have someone who multiplies your joy and diminishes all your woes and worries
Isn’t love a beautiful thing
When on February fourteenth, you have someone to call your Valentine
Isn’t love a Beautiful thing
When the time in front of you is shorter
than the time behind you, and your shared memories are the glue that holds you together
Isn’t love a beautiful thing
When at the end of the day you have someone to lay down next to you, someone to say goodnight to———someone to say, I love you too
Isn’t love a beautiful thing
When you have someone to help you solve those repetitive life changing questions—-such as, What do you wanna do for dinner tonight? What? What did you say? I said, what do you want for dinner? What? I can’t hear you. I said, what do you want for dinner, I still can’t hear you, you know I can’t hear you when the waters running, and so it goes
Isn’t love a beautiful thing
When being right is less important
as being kind
Isn’t love a beautiful thing
To have someone to encourage you
when you’ve had a bad day. And you come home exhausted and there’s someone there to tell you everything is gonna be okay
On this journey we call life,
I wish you both——- love
Nothing less, nothing more
Yes, love is a beautiful thing
The way I remembered It
I don’t know how to put this, so I’ll just come right out and say it, You only get one precious life—-that’s it. There’s no replays or second chances. That’s the way this thing life is designed. The days drift by as do the weeks, months and years. We treat time as if it were limitless. Sorry, but time is a clock that can never be rewound
The most precious commodity we are gifted with is time. Why do we waste it by allowing petty annoyances to consume us. We treat people as if they are replaceable, treat our bodies as if they are refundable, surrender our souls as if they’ll always be redeemable.
I guess we weren’t so special after all
Sitting Indian style in the park
Face to face
On a warm summer night
And the crickets sang
Dogs chased one another in circles
We talked and laughed about everything
About nothing
You talked to me, as if you secretly read my journal
Like you knew me forever
Is this how forever feels
Buried bones, memories of love
Is the way I remember it, the way it was
All That Ever Is
All That Ever Is
By Victor Uriz
The freeway sounds like the ocean, city lights look like stars
The ole moon singing down at me, to sound of a Spanish guitar
Trash dancing in the wind, my words cold clouds of steam
If I told you how I felt, would you say you still know what I mean
Streets dark and damp, puddles where the rain it fell
If I looked you in the eye, would you say you still know me well
Old friend have they gotten to you yet
Compromise yourself
Mayas what you get
What we become, these things we pretend
Careful what you value
These things become you in the end
All that ever is, ever will be or was, from original sin, to unconditional love
Beneath a crooked smile, I hear a tenor sax sad and low
The nights so lonely, I feel it in the notes he blows
Play it sweet, make it true, Lay it down real sad, brother won’t you make it blue
We can change this world, if we change our minds
Put it down in poem, for the deaf the dumb and for the blind
Old friend, have they gotten to you yet
Sacrifice yourself, Dharma’s what you get
What we become, these things we pretend
Careful what you value
These things become you in the end
All that ever is, ever will be or was, from original sin to unconditional love
Something
She was crying, crying so very hard, and it almost sounded the same as hysterical laughter——It was a sound steeped in deep emotions. Emotions are strange and uncontrollable but never wasted. She had the fading foundation of a woman who in her younger years was pretty, No, not pretty—-She had once been beautiful. She’s my Sad Autumn girl.
Getting older is rough, even more so for a woman. Losing ones attractiveness is a cruel trick of time. There’s no punch line, just laughter and tears——and we all live somewhere between the two?
Kindness is more attractive than beauty
right there and then
I wanted to change my life
We all want to
We are all
Afraid to live
Afraid to die
some days leave us feeling like forever
Somedays will never be forgotten
somedays show us what we’re made of
It would take all my strength
To beat back the darkness
When did it get to be so hard
Maybe nothing and no one changes
Or, maybe it’s only me who changes
I don’t really know anyone
Anymore
And no one knows me
I prefer it this way
I wanna figure it out
On my won
I miss everyone
Everything hurts
Nothings easy anymore
How do I carry on
I just want something
Something to hold on too
But something is so hard to find
I’m lost in the wonder of it all
and it makes me cry and laugh
living somewhere between the two
Soul Muscles
I wanted to be
Understood
To be irreplaceable
But even the mightiest of loves
Is adrift between illusion and fantasy
The chasm too wide
The silence too deep
You wanted me to be whole
You wanted me to be confident
You wanted me to be stable
But I’m none of those things
I’m vulnerable, kind, sensitive
And there’s nothing worse then being gentle
In a world stilted on false bravado
The world rewards
Angry bitter people
Such people
Wear me out
Drain me
Suffocate me
I’d prefer my solitude
Ya see
To be a poet
It requires that you have
Muscles in your soul
You told me to grow up
But I said why
The world’s full of fucked up grown ups
The road becomes too long
Time blurs
Love’s a vapor
I let it all go
I let you go
I was being dragged
So, I let it all go
Take the body, the mind will follow
Lately I’ve been thinking about tears. There’s a variety of tears. There’s the garden variety sad tears. There’s angry tears, mad tears, frustrated tears, tears of laughter, broken hearted tears, tears of joy, tears of gratitude. But the worst of all tears is the ugly tears. They come at night when hopelessness surrounds. They come in the hollow hours of timeless time, like a collapsing bridge between being to late to be evening and yet to early to be called morning. It’s the hour of shadows creeping though darkness, black on black.
Ugly tears come from a dark retched place deep within ones crumpled soul. These tears come out with this god awful sound of great despair and unspeakable sadness. It an ache that’s inescapable like a jagged knife ripping through bone and tissue. It’s a bad night that knows no end. It causes the face to contort, whence then wrinkle into a clenched fist. No words come out, just a high pitched sick whining sound, like a coyote with it’s leg caught in a trap. It’s the sound of someone choking on raw suffering. Everything is stifled and muted and of no use. All that remains is a wounded indescribable wailing. Salty tears trace down your cheek, strings of slobber drool from your lips.
It’s sick tears, its trying to not “let go tears”. Maybe it’s like puking your guts out. You heave and gag and feel your skin crawl. You feel yourself covered in a cold sweat. Why is it so hard to let go of the broken pieces?
But after the dry heaves subside, suddenly you feel relieved. Ugly tears wash the hurt away. Sometimes you have to put your finger down the throat of your soul and empty yourself out. There’s a knowingness that things can change. But ya gotta hold on. The sun is peeking beneath the horizon. You’ve made it through another mortal night. No more waiting on the sunrise. They say take the body and the mind will follow. Make no mistake, we all must fight to preserve our sanity.
Take your body to places that nurture goodness, kindness, a place where smiles incubate. Don’t be ashamed to shed your tears. To be alive is to touch all the emotional basis. Don’t be one of those who stifles laughter or hides their tears. Feel, Feel Feel. That is what it is be alive. Take your clothes off and sit in the sun and let it’s warmth and light replenish you.
Buy a harmonica or a Kazoo. Learn to play a ukulele. Be a storyteller, who surprises you with an unexpected punch line. Cause life is a punch line. Roll down your car windows and play some John Prine on your car radio. Let it all go, the laughter, the tears the brokenness. Lean into the day and wake up slowly letting the day quietly unfold. Enjoy your own company, be your own best friend, Most importantly is find reasons to smile=====take the body the mind will follow.
Your Memories I Borrowed—A Freak Like Me
I was always hanging and trying to fit it. Trying to belong to something or be pert of something. I was awkward and weird and a lonely outsider…….. Kinda like today, if ya know what I mean.
Sad Farewells
We leave little pieces of ourselves behind. And it’s those little things that comprise a lifetime. The days seem slow but the years go by like a hurricane, sweeping the days away like a zephyr. Time is a train with it’s dark tunnels and clattering steel rails. It rattles and shakes over bridges suspended between then and now, here and there. Leaves me wondering where am I going? Where am I meant to be? I’m a weary traveler staring out my window as time flashes by in a blur. The whistle blows, new passengers climb aboard, while others suddenly depart, unexpectedly leaving us behind——mumbling sad farewells.
Sweeping vistas lay across the countryside, cityscapes fall by the wayside. The sun tight ropes the horizon. The scent of damp fields filters through the open window. Oh, to behold the beauty of life. There are those who sleep thru the entire sojourn, drowsy and uninterested. Some choose to complain the entire trip. For them, nothing is a miracle—-they’re in a constant hurry to get nowhere.
We don’t always choose who is seated next to us, but be kind and considerate. This is how we make friends and find connections and compassion. People come and people go, love is happenstance, so keep an open heart.
We never know when the conductor is going to come down the isle and ask for our ticket. We don’t know when we’ll be reaching our last stop, our final destination. It doesn’t matter if you’re in first class or riding coach, we’re all on the same train, we are all riding separate yet together.
Some believe that the train track is circular and goes on forever. But the train track is linear and goes forward on a straight line. It keeps going forward undeterred, it continues, with or without you.
We are all passengers, moving through time and space. And the trip goes by oh so fast. Don’t waste a single moment. Before long the whistle may be calling you home.
To Feel That Way Again
Come lay down beside me
I”m so tired of everything
So tired of feeling this way
I want to gather myself in your warmth
and feel part of you again
Midnight shadows swaying on the ceiling
outside the sound of rain
The breath of wind against my window pane
You’re so unordinary
You don’t care what others may think
That’s what I love about you
Why must we all grow old
And one day die
Will we miss everything and everyone
Is how we live
how we are remembered
Or are we all hiding beneath our own frightened secret masks
Between the Pity and shame
I’ll find you in the tall grass
Please Never forget what we once shared
I don’t dare say that word
I wish I could feel that way again
When you came and laid down beside me
