Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Unfriendly skies

A flight schedule lapse
caused him to feel desperate;
his mind travelled far.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Believe it or not

In the past I have stated that I truly feel that each and every one of us is inherently good under it all. There is no doubt in my mind that there are "crazies" out there but another of my beliefs is that these same people have somehow been forced into the role they play; if the situation were right, and I mean just right, there would be no evil. Let me explain why this has been brought to my attention recently, so much that I felt the urge to write about it.

This past weekend, my wife and I took a few days and went out of town to have some fun. One of our favorite past times is going to a casino, any casino, and spending a few dollars enjoying the experience of the chase. We're not looking to become overnight billionaires (as nice as that may sound) but we actually enjoy playing but not the point I'm trying to make.

We were on our way to the airport to catch our flight home when my wife realized that her wallet was not in her bag. Immediately I thought that she had been robbed and we began to retrace our steps thinking of when it could have possibly happened. It was at that moment that she remembered taking out her wallet in the casino and most likely leaving it where we were last; she had been looking for a parking receipt.

At first we thought her wallet contained a drivers license, credit cards, some cash, debit card and the like. There was no parking stub because that was now in my front pocket. We had two hours before our flight so we had the cab turn around and head directly back to the hotel we were last at. We quickly unloaded our luggage and headed straight to the location in the casino we had left maybe 25 minutes prior, all the while I was saying this was a waste of time, it would be a miracle if we found it, but we had to try. We weren't even sure how we were going to get home without her identification. Our minds were reeling.

We made a bee line straight to where she was sitting and asked the woman who was now occupying her seat if she had seen a wallet. Of course, not to my surprise she had seen nothing. In a split second a man tapped my wife on the shoulder and as we turned around there he stood holding her wallet in his hands. Unbelievable!!!

Granted, we later discovered that the lost wallet did not in fact hold anything but some cash and a debit card. Earlier that day, before we had checked out of our room, she had moved most identification, credit cards and her drivers license to a different location in her bag - she's not even sure why, however the cash, debit card, one of my business cards, a picture of the pope, some other photos and a small wallet sized flash light were all there.

Now - I can go on to say that we were lucky, I can say that if there were more cash in the wallet, more valuables, if her Louis Vuitton wallet was not the suspected knockoff I believe it to be, if the person that picked it up was perhaps a bit more needy, that maybe, just maybe, we never would have found it - BUT - I choose to believe that this man had all intentions of returning that wallet by mail, and I choose to believe that there are a lot more honest people in this world than are given credit. Thank you sir, whoever you are.

going once, going twice.....

Who would have thought today would be too late
to discover those things I had in my possession yesterday
so I must cherish them like there is no tomorrow
Just an inkling in time, a minutia of life
is like a dew covered rain forest that disappears;
who would have thought today would be too late
Openly accepting the woman that lives within my heart
can only assist and sweeten my capacity
to discover those things I had in my possession yesterday
But the dreams that I may realize will not in any way
alter the feelings that I hold for these ever fleeting moments
so I must cherish them like there is no tomorrow

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Not flawless

Strolling down Ditmars Avenue, thinking of all there was to do before I would propose, the home I would refurbish, that feminine wounded heart that needed to heal. I didn't even notice his hand or his pockmarked face, a pickpocket, as he lifted the diamond I intended for her. Three more things for the list; pay better attention, buy a new ring, and insure it.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Which witch is it?

Metaphysical bookstores new
seem to accrue
a clientele
under a spell

Yet christian bookstores seem to boast
the holy ghost
which sounds to me
like a banshee

So tell me can you really say
what store today
holds the appeal
of all that's real?

Friday, August 1, 2008

I've heard "It's in the eyes"

Like fog laden mirrors reflect only haze, the eyes of the dead can no longer gaze
although they appear to stare into space, the vision of such is damned hard to erase

Awkward to handle until rigor sets in, flopping around like a limp thespian
unaware of the crowd of bystanders there, all craning to see, some deeply in prayer
Or even make out a sheet covered form, that no longer breathes, lost to the storm
of uninterrupted, never ending malaise, those lingering, those fatal, long final days
There's always that one, you see is a skeptic, can't fathom that shell is no longer septic
I wish we could just remember the good, if only their trek could be more understood
I'm sure it's acceptance that is hard to find, I know there are some who feel left behind
but death is not where I want to follow, no matter how hard being alone is to swallow
I'll let it suffice, that my pillow be damp, and hide my fears like the greatest champ
move on, anew, forget that sickening glaze, the eyes of the dead that no longer gaze