Do I see you as you see me seeing you see me?
Am I seeing what I want to see or just
What needs to be seen?
And if so, as you see it or as I see it
And what does it mean to me to
See you, and do I only see you in the
First place because I believe I can see
You (as in seeing is believing) or do you
Only see what you believe
And the hell with the rest?
Do you see what I mean?
Eternity visits in different ways;
to some in a cloud of incense
to others with a distant gaze;
To some it comes while eating a peach
to lovers while strolling on a sun-kissed beach
poets may meet
in their imagination
and lovers of nature
while drinking in the beauty of a forest reborn
in the heart-clutching palette
that comes with each dawn
Workaholic types might meet it
on an overdue vacation
and sometimes it even winks
at a whole generation
All in all it’s an awesome thing
these sweet, sweet moments
that eternity brings
while whispering the promise
of a life made whole
And the hope of refreshment ‘
with a tall cool glass
of Gatorade
for the soul
– by David Klein
Copyright 2022
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“A Negro Dreams of Rivers.”…I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.My soul has grown deep like the rivers. Read More
We have more phones today ever, so we do more talking on the phone.
Do we do more thinking too, because we do more talking?
Maybe we do less thinking because we do more talking and the fact
that we think less, instead of leading to our talking less, leads us to the exact
opposite state of affairs so that instead of talking less and thereby creating
the possibility of thinking more we (instead) think mainly about what we’re
going to say/do/eat /watch (as in tv) next without any thought of whether
this/these actions will be good, bad or indifferent nor any thought about
whether this planet-wide explosion of cell phones, smart phones, tablets,
mobile devices, mp3 players and all the rest of this specific, general and/or
all-purpose digital stuff,shyte and whatever else that we have invented to talk
now and forever with every-and anybody else on the planet or on other
planets) instantly,instantaneously and maybe someday or soon at or
exceeding the speed of light until we become a jungle full of parrots (no
offense to same/they haven’t become the slaves of technology and probably
make more sense in their nonstop nattering than we do iin ours)chattering
ourselves into an oblivion of devolution and rapid-fire texting sans sight, sans
mind and sans meaning.
How do the greedy get greedy
Does it come from a fear
Of being needy
Is it due to a state of childhood lack
Or is it simply one of those things
That can take over a life
And fill it with strife
As easily as a fast train
Can run off a track
Is it vicious and mean
A force that is obscene
Or just another plant in the soil
In which its sufferers are embroiled
Is it due to the karma in which they are coiled
Are are we making too much of a fuss
Over something
That like old age and death
Is just another case
Of a flawed human race
Being prone to
The promiscuity
Of
The dust?!
You gotta relate
Relate, relate, relate
It doesn’t matter who you are
Whether you’re short or tall
Black or white
Gay or straight
Whether you’re stone cold single or looking for a mate
No man is an island
If you’re looking for a date
Or searching for your mate
Don’t just sit around
And wait for fate
Get yourself ready
it’s never too late
To relate
When you get to a point where you know
that any situation at all
Anytime
Can take you to where you want to go
To create whole worlds for yourself
worlds without end
Then you will not need anything
But you yourself
And your own existence
Will be much much more
Than enough
And at that point you will find
The One
“Space and Time”
Is each one of us formed of the Space and Time
In which we were born and in which we have lived?
Of promises made by planets and light streaks in
The night sky?
Of movement itself and darkness and light and the
Inexpressible feeling that grabs us when we look up
At a night sky and dream of going home; of being at
home with what we see overhead and letting our hearts
overflow with the universe that is within struggling
to escape and find its soul mate in the universe without
So many tears; so much of everything.
Place like people, going on and on and on till soil and soul
Can no longer be told apart.
And the heart cries and prayers of a thousand years Read More
