Is anything free?

Thanks,
   for giving me,
      the time,
   of day.

            This small request,
       meant all the difference,

          In my day,

         And sorry for,

             If I wasted your time,

   

     I can not give back,

         Those lost seconds,

        Which you willingly gave up,

            When you checked your watch.

    It's not like we walk around,

 With price tags,

        Over our heads,

     With per question rates.

       

Dreams of my Father

       Not too long ago,
   I spoke with my father,

            He begun the conversation like,
                   he always did,

       Excited and to the point,
                 For,
      Christmas was just around the corner,
               And he knew i waited till the last minute.
              To shop,
      Every year,

Ring ring,
     ring ring,
     
      I answered
               "Papa Bear,
         What's up?"

           "I want a a new eagles hat"
                       the conversation began.

     "My old one is a little worn and scuffed up
           and I'd like you to get me a new one for Christmas".

           I smiled, "I think i can do that,
                  do you have any color reference on color
          or the old or new era?"
   
        "Nope,
   just nothing crazy,
         out of the ordinary you know."

 (Note: He does not like big words or crazy logos on hats just something simple. like a picture of the old school Philadelphia eagle from the 90s came to my mind)..

                      "Do you accept the challenge?" he stated?

     "I of course accept,
           but i;d like to get you a fitted hat this year
                          do you know what size you head is?"  I asked

           "I don't believe i have one of those.." sounding unsure.

   "Well do you think you could ball park it" I asked,
            "I could probably find a hat that has elastic in it that stretches.." I continued

        Large, extra Lar.......

      "Wait a second, I think I have an idea" he interrupted
                he gave a- grunt,
             Most likely rocking his body upward,
                  when he gets out of a comfortable location.

      I heard him walk to a closet,

             And tried to live by the sounds of his day,

                 the clutter the closet door makes,
                            when you open it too fast,
                                      (on tile)

                The click of the closet light,
                       When you pulled down a string,
                               as it brightens his way,

               And the rummaging through boxes,
                         to find what he needed.

           I finally had to interrupt him,
                   What in gods name are you looking for? 

           "STRING!" he exclaimed, and I FOUND IT!

             I started to giggle,
                      what exactly are you going to do?

                   Measure my head,
                        give me a second,

                 He put the phone down for a second,
                        with a thud,

                       After a a minute he came back,
                       23.5! 

                      23.5 that sounds a little big for a head are you sure about that?  I asked.

                               What do you mean I measured my head around, I stated my head was 23.5.

                I was getting ready to explain but he instantly knew his error,
                        "They must mean the radius" he exclaimed.
               
                   He found a had and measured to the center 7 1/2 he stated.

                        Sweet, I'll get a gift certificate just in-case. I replied.

                 We chatted briefly about fishing,
                            even though,
                                    It was December.

                       Talking about catching,
                                     the elusive trout,
                               and looking forward to bass season,
                                         reminiscing "about the great catch"

                              A period of fishing,
                                        Where we caught fish,
                                       non stop on the lake,
                                             for an hour and a half.
    
            I was going to give him Christmas ideas,
                       but he stated he already had me done.

                     And with the timer going,
                He said he would see me soon,
                            And to drive safe on my journey up,

                 And with that we said our good byes.

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                               For the last time.
       
(Post 1 of 2 Next Post)

The time capsule

Amongst the stars,
shimmering in space,
surrounded in darkness,

a silver coated spaceship,
emits a pale yellow light,

Its reflection,
is time,
redirected and made anew,

Its mission,
however
is to record time.

an uninterrupted view.
of the never ending field,
of the color spectrum,

With Sensors,
Traveling Faster,
Then light,

It hopes,
To discover,
all the secrets
of the universe.

To Grow

Capo on 2nd fret


Could you find it in your heart toda - aaay,
A                                       C
To fight through the pain,
G
Control your emo - tions
F                              E

I know i said some things I'm not to pro- oud of,
A                                              C
Can't take them back ......,
G
I guess that's grow-in up,
F                              E

To be continued...

Circles : Part 10 : Midnight Street

Our Siren wales,
       past midnight street,
     the flashes,
         of red and blue.

    The colors Reflect
     off glass,
        and mirors,
 causing drivers,
        to take notice,

 One by one,
        they use their signals,
         to pull over
           and open up the road.

     Precious seconds,
fly past,
    as they ignore lights,
          above the street,

    Not talking,
 only listening,
            to the unfolding situation,
     on the radio,

          34 year old male,
not breathing,
         heavily drinking,
     down near Hendersons pub,

       David momentairly forgets,
  the road exists,
         as rumble strips,
      bring him back,

         His partner despises,
      that smug look,
          across Davids face,

    Ambient,
      The girls think he's harmless,
 an average guy,
           who blends in with his surroundings,

       But that attention tracker,
  gets girls like moths,
               to light,
         in the darkened night.

     They are temporally shocked,
 when they're kicked to the curb,
             
            coming to rest,
              on the pavement,
         adjacent to his other victims.

     I will not be there,
 to pick her up,
         His partner though,

          but unable to keep silent,
   
      "How can you be,
             such an ass,
                   and treat women,
                like disposable souls?"
                      The partner finally spat

      David Smiled..

           "Quite easily friend,
        I'm the moth with no eyes,
                for avoids the light,
          and a master of lies"
                David retorted.

       David turned the steering wheel,
              hard right,
          making their final approach,

        "Your an ass"
 His partner shouted,
         the voice trailing off,
        somewhere in the distance,

               David knew something was wrong,
          when they were a block away,
     
            "Do you feel that?" David asked
           His partner responded,
                   I highly doubt you feel anything.

    But then they both stopped and looked at each other.


              Death...

To Part 9 or To Part 11

Its Time to Talk

Lets just,
    Be friends,

  and,

   stop this,
      pretending,

 that our love is going somewhere,

          cuz you know were both from no where,
               
                      Good Bye.              
    
   As time,
        Goes by,

       your memory,
          will slowly fade,

     replaced by something, someone new,
      
            I'm grateful that i have met you,

                       Good Bye.