Quantity not Quality...

As though the crashing of my computer and the loss of 4 years, yes 4 years worth of poetry and photos wasn't enough, the air conditioner decided to die while we were out. Since both were purchased 5 years ago I have to wonder if they were designed that way. I am beginning to think that these things we have become so dependent upon are made not to last but rather to fail so as to increase the profit margin of those who make them. I know I have asked this before but I have to ask again... what ever happened to quality man made products? It is amazing to me that structures built by ancient civilizations still stand virtually untouched 100 years later and we, with all our advancements are incapable of building or making something that lasts at least 1/10 of a century....

Deo Volente
June 28, 2010

Woman

Catch her in the winds sweet smell
Tis not of love but core she’ll tell
Words elude her
Whispers move her
This breath of life she could not catch
As days bore fruit and wonders hatched
Where passions ran so deep
To live, to love, to sleep
Where mirrors told their tale of lies
Twas by the might of wind she’d fly
On wings of glory’s own
Life’s blessings lead her home...
once child, how much she’s grown.

Deo Volente
June 16, 2010

soccer fever

Every four years I get loud, nothing gets me going like a good soccer match. I never watch with a favorite in mind, I let the matches determine who I cheer for and no it is not about the score, it is about the players. When a team plays, clean, fair and hard they earn my voice in their corner. That said I must tell you, I have a pet peeve...goalies who leave their goal open. A goal keepers job is to defend his goal, it is his only job. So whenever a goalie ventures out into the thick of the game it gets my blood boiling, especially when as a result of his misstep he fails to stop a strike. Today I thought Spain's goalkeeper caused their loss, he should have stayed in the goal and on top of that his effort to stop the ball was overkill so I say...good for Switzerland, they deserve that win.

DV

high not low

Today I was determined to have a good day and all was well until I got the mail. How is it that there are days that no matter how hard you try the cosmos is determined to throw you off. None-the-less I am proud to say that after the initial jolt that came with the unwanted news... I, keeper of my sanity, made the decision to jump back on the horse that is my pleasant disposition and ride into a night of unwavering joy. Yes, I am in a good mood and I am determined to keep it that way.

DV

dreading summer

Ok, you may have noticed that I am not at all enthused about this summer, truth be told it is the first time I have found myself not thrilled at the thought of summer. I hope that this feeling will dull and as the days roll by I will rekindle my love affair with the season. Till then I am counting the minutes and watching the clock slowly move forward.

Make hast you turning hands of time
be swift about these days of mine
I've lost this love of old
this heart to thine is cold
where passion was a fevered boil
now tick and tock of endless toil
so minuscule the pleasure
of days I once would treasure
sweat beats upon this weary face
as I must walk this wretched pace
one foot before the next
this season has me vexed
yet truth be told I must declare
tis not for season I am here
immersed in web of toil
events did season spoil
these boulders mounting one by one
has done my love of summer wrong
they've tainted what was true
grey skies that once shone blue
now turn like casket screw.

Deo Volente
June 08, 2010

not yet...

Summer, you've crept up on me
like a thief under the blanket of night
I shiver with the chill of you
cringe at the thought of your touch
would it be rude of me to tell you go!
of summers past I pine
you, new summer, are not mine.


Deo Volente
June 07, 2010

Thoughts

I often have so many thoughts rushing through my mind that I find it almost impossible to rest, which means sleep becomes a figment of my imagination, for without rest, sleep shall not be. It is at times like these that I tend to write the most, not merely because these thoughts bombard me but rather because it is the only way to quiet them. I must put them on paper to remove them from my mind, sounds crazy doesn't it? It may surprise you to know that being that way doesn't worry me. It is when I am unable to put pen to paper no matter how many thoughts trample across my mind that worries me. When words fail me, for it is then that I find myself feeling lost in a sea of my own emotions and no matter what I do, until I am so moved these waves cannot come ashore, leaving me despairingly adrift, destined for the wreckage that I have concluded, must without question be the solid white of insanity.

Deo Volente
June 2, 2010