Taiwan Providence

Each and every little thing about this life's amazing Doing this for myself and a woman who deserves me.  Every little part of creating home is radical creating our universe out of love building a dream from scratch With her gaping mouth I can build an empire What a way to go to go out smiling  And as soon as she stops I can play grandpa of two So do me right, baby,  do your man with meaning  Squeeze and please me With no end or beginning Kiss me long and varied with everything you love and treat me lovingly inside out   And on the outside, we can share the world,  by bike, on foot and plane.  Come with me to Hardy's Wessex,  Danube cruise to Budapest,  Wildlife preserves of Africa,  Pyramids of Egypt, markets of Morocco,  the American southwest, northeast,  down to New Orleans and Key West,  and best of all, regular time with three daughters,   and a son wher...

After a delicious lunch by the ridge across from the preserve not waiting construction to the last lion house but connections to the heart to see the road to freedom all the sweet reasons why never suffer parting Cool overcast skies warm to showers overnight then taper to drizzle by the morning light for bright tomorrows from today's hindsight In kind with subtle changes of fawn and flora Forever have strange storms passed into blooming Meadows of grass casting mellow shadows on bright new days of moonlight flowers Delivering him from covered traps where lions passed on Avoiding his demise with brightened lion eyes for dens to mend for future pride With each connecting puzzle piece he links to nature and to fleece lamb so mild Wanting only meadows to while the hours with a roar to untangle the pile of brambles thick to lay him down where time goes briskly with foraging hunting in vapor mythic too easy to stand still where shock can kill to wait for fulfillment without scant a scent...

Nothing is gained what slides in sideways when you free up space in the storage of your heart that, unlike a bladder, doesn't tell you when to relieve yourself of toxic love that can poison if your life is too hectic to feel the signs to unload Nothing is lost and everything is gained by living every day in the sunshine of someone's love a love that warms every shady place of creeping vines releasing you from entrapment before you succumb to a life under someone's malignant thumb I long to ride the road to where nothing encumbers me around the bend where high-risers turn to trees with a honey bee beside me buzzing for the night adding cells to the comb of a vivacious home far from debris of yesterday's reconstruction Everything matters what you feel in time extended keeping appointments in a book to remind you and never look back until the doctor finds you to not relapse into the pain of chronic complaint in pace with what you need to feed your head to those with nothin...

See panoramic video here Where the air gets thin, that's where I'll breathe where the fog eventually lifts from the Taroko Gorge to speeding clouds tweaked over Hewanshan along one thin road hugging the twisting mountainside to ride its chilled wind dried grass face linked with my companion's hand like a chain as I climb the steep stairway to the cloud zone pointing me upward as it quickly passes around the world from dusk to dawn in an azure sparkle the top down to pine trees emerald dots even when throne in winter's cloak of snow tropical heights still in crystal flakes here at the heights above the tropic of Cancer like a belt round Taiwan's midriff the Gorge loins not quite stretching to the west's exhausted coast but here's where I breathe thin potions of magical condition pristine to forget what cannot be left higher and higher I climb to heights I've never flown outside of silver bird alone with the mistress of the mountains calling me higher and...

Waves crash the shore at every bikeway spur fisherman wondering if they'll catch more surprises to the menu like paths of Taitung that lead around the city might catch something unexpected on abandoned railroad lines that cross downtown streets as we cycle discovering what is pretty with no destination out of reach, locally we move on byways and paths and dream of overseas rides into black forests and Amsterdam streets Moroccan tundras American Appalachian trails British Wessex Hardy excursions and Paris Versailles in the French Countryside riding discovering like climbing peaks for no other reason than that they're there so we go and watch the trees bending saying hello on paths on Taitung city roads And when we return to home body studying languages, expanding horizons, Dutch and Mandarin, English and French on a desk in a study or living room on the internet with friends oh the daily life of simple people living and loving without greed or contempt is the life I choose to fo...

What's the one thing you can't do without me? or do you only want me under your control to decide when you're ready to do what you want for me to lock-step and follow? why can't we both find happiness on our own journeys? why must my journey be tied to yours when there's nowhere you're going outside of survival and no love to be made that's convenient enough? can't you move on with the things you enjoy what you have been doing all along without my distraction and diversion? surely the world will look brighter when you consider the ways your burden lifted. March 13, 2021

oceans are vast; you can't see the other shore the water, salty, crashes evermore on beaches that create shores unlike rivers that roll between banks from one direction always moving oceans get higher and lower from tidal moons that pull them this and that way but rivers explode with plum rain and typhoons I would rather sit by a river, quiet and peaceful then contend with the crashing incessant crashing of waves like the sound of cars on a highway passing from the ocean floor. give me a river with birds, swooping, finding sustenance and homes for their brood give me a river with a seat that won't get sandy with shoes I don't have to empty when I return home from my ride give me a slope to climb going upstream and glide on downstream when I'm tired on returning home not like an ocean that has the same slope both ways it doesn't care if you're tired or invigorated an ocean has a mind of its own and dares you to watch it prohibits you from swimming its rocky floo...

on return to the nature walk at Lu-Ye Heights the path to the valley has deteriorated over seven years unkempt, unswept, strewn with nature's debris composted leaves obscuring the cement stairway joyful color tiles of commemorative messages we tried to decipher now shadows of snakes lurking in overhanging vines downward and downward to what was beautiful could not now, reassessed, turned from the sublime i could see how, left unattended the winding path that continues to wind has no more good destination that timelessness left behind with beauty somewhere between wastefulness and duty on nature's trail to pools of algae by a hobo's hut long abandoned near rusty chicken wire pen long emptied has nothing kind but an obscene feeling one cannot return to the beginning the trees remaining creak in the breeze hollowed rotten bamboo bent browned by age concrete banister moldy with ants scurrying up and down and testimonial plaques once hanging between slats fallen to the path, ...

to be regular; not regulated to be with my woman; not prorated particular about going places in untied laces regularly, the frills will come one by one, like the sun writing on pages with inspiration not riding away in frustration i want to be regular to be ragg'ed and not a rag rag, mama, rag regularly looking forward to being ragg'ed looking forward to empty spaces regularly discovering new places nothing in particular along the way but it a regular event each day to have cereal and coffee in the morning the way it's always started the day in a regular dawn dawning not live in a suitcase fawning my forecast said to find new places culminating in new faces then get back to being regular looking forward to new evenings i look forward to melting with sugar blending together insensically transcendence spectacularly regularly regular regularity March 9, 2021 Like Comment Share

  we must work in order to be happy  to forge ahead on the roads we walk it is easy to be sad and spend our days in talk the places we have traveled since we let us from the cage are many years unraveled worrying about our age we  should live to live,  not live to die by fabricating excuses why, we cannot live spending time pining for the loss of future usage when we can spend our time,  by and by,  knowing all the places climbing hills through gorgeous gorges weeks of love-filled faces love that brings life to the fore,  if not the way it seems we move along unbeaten paths to different kinds of dreams one going up to heaven's place the other downward stances Sambo-faced round buttered tiger dancers for a life we choose to live this way like boats on lapis lazuli waters, sailing no eye on death, our tails following us wailing tis better to be starting something with a chance of falling rockets than sitting on a sofa w...