What is What is

I see no justice in the scars
I see no pain amongst the stars
I see what is, what is, what is.........
And what is not.

I see the laws
They scar the stars
Without the laws, there are no stars
No pain or justice, nor night or day
Just what is, what is, what is........
And what is not.

And what is not, is what I am
The scars, the justice and the pain
The star lit skies out in the dark
The flickering lights, in a tranquil night

There is no pain amongst the stars
No scarred stars without the laws
So why does my heart,
Blame the world?
Why does it fear what is , what is?
If what is not , is what I am.

For then it must be that I am
I am the laws the scars and pain
I must be justice, blackness and light
I must be a star, in a sky filled night

And if am all of those things
Then why do I seek one, to put the blame
For I am and I am not
And then I am what's in my heart.
And my heart is just what is, what is

And then again....... it's what it's not.

A Lady's Life

When is a baby not a baby?

When it's grown up.

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Old wise experienced man comes back to his car & finds ticket saying
'Parking Fine'
He Writes a note on it and mails it back to the ticket issuer:
'Thanks for the compliment.'
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In the Morning Light - Two Versions

In the morning light , a mirror reflected a vase and lamp from a nearby dresser.

The movie Local Colors was playing depicting days of rain and thunder

And here was art speaking to me,

From a corner of my room,

From a place least expected.

Outside, a gloomy dawn was awakening,

Reality mingled with fabrication

The Shadows spoke

And like a bolt of lightning, life burst forth

An arm..broken and yet with purpose

Bristles of a brush, worn dry and yet alive

Broken hearts and yet still beating.

Broken lives and yet still living.

Teachers taught and yet, still teaching

and so

and so

and so.......

In the morning light........colors, life and shadows

Reflections of life,

still to live

A Lady's Life
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In the morning light I glanced in the mirror and saw how the shadows reflected a vase and lamp in it , from a nearby counter.

The movie Local Colors . was playing, and here was art speaking to me from a corner of my room where I least expected it to.

The movie had lots of rain and thunder and outside a gloomy dawn was awakening in my

back yard.

It all seemed to fit.

Shadows light , existence and fabrication,

An arm and yet broken with a purpose,

a mirror image of what is and what should be.

An awakening, like a bolt of lightening

jolts you back into the light and the living.

And so

And so

And so........

The shadows speak

From a mirror, in a corner of a room

And suddenly......it all makes sense.

A Lady's Life

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A man and his wife were returning from a party one evening. As the couple was driving home, she asked her husband, "Honey, has anyone ever told you how handsome, sexy and irresistible to women you are?"

Totally flattered, he replied, "No, dear they haven't."

At that point she yelled, "Then what the heck gave you THAT idea at the party tonight?"

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Young Son: Is it true, Dad, I heard that in some parts of Africa a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her?

Dad: That happens in most countries, son.

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On My Father's Side

“To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour.”
~ William Blake




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On My Father's Side