sixtysexyoneish birthday greeting....

as crazy horse once zaid...........
" it is a good day to fight & a good day to die"
.........& in my opinionatedopinion
because eye'm so full of aliveness

every birthdaze eye alweighs think of a line from
dylanthomas's peom "poem in october"
"it was my thirtieth year to heaven"
but my 30th has doubled to 60 plus one

if eye was a tree that would be manymany rings
circling me girth

if eye was the wind eye'd ztill be invisible

if eye was a star eye'd ztill be a baby........just a spark of a sparkle

time heals all wounds & wounds all heels
eye possess many wounds & scars
the higher powers will let you heal when the spirit moves you
medicine man once told me...........
every time you heal a part of you dies.........
that is why you should heal when at the right time knot when the time is right

once eye scribbled in a peom......
that on my specialday my grandmother alweighs
maid the hollyhox bloom & the mulberries ripen to eat on my birthday
she proved me right again........

mr. leo the lionhearted
had a feast width me wife at the "tasteofindia" currycuisinebuffet
a wandering of the stuffed shelves of a used book ztore
purchasing "storyteller" by ldslie marmon
(ancient indian stories told in poetry & prose)
"between angels" poems by stephen dunn
"wicked poems" edited by roger mcgough

books already in my mime's mind to give aweigh to the right friend
that strays to far off the proverbial beaten path of life
& discovers me finding hymn or her finding me

to look into the ocean of someone's eyes and see the waves waving back..............
feel the splash of their friendship kiss my cheeks
read their peoms left to be written
inside-their-expressions of speechless-gratitude

who writes letters anymoor krypted in poetikal fragmentedfragments
disguised as wordplay..........with periods of perpetual periodic dotted-punctuation
the komputer has maid the typewriter antiquated & hastily extinct
no moor karbonpaper.......korrection tape
the next generation won't even know what a typewriter was or did..........
compared to a komputer keybored...........

the more a thing changes the more it remains the same insane
you kan't git there from here
half to be losted to find a nude place to go

at my age you can get aweigh width most things
you'dbe kommitted to a pyscho ward in your 20's&30's
if your a lost cause now you might as ztay a lost cause till the end verdict
might drive a psychiatrist nuts........go off the deep end
usually most people over 50 are a walkin'&talkin' pharmaceutical pill-poppin' zombie anyweigh

birthdaze are to kelebrate the one-more-day-to-be-alive keremony of livedlife
most important thing is to never have said
"no one let me do or become what eye alwaysdreamed eye should be"

just as many people are afraid of success as failure
let their dream go up in smoke............or traded for a bottle
or let someone trample their dream without a struggle or fight
wasn't it emerson who zaid
you always have to do what your most afraid of..........

if your having health problems your on the wrong strayin' path

every birthday is a revaluation of one's evolving life
where have i been.........where am i now......where am eye moving towards twomorrow
who am i........what am i........where did i come from.....what have i yet to become

like the leonard cohen song...........first we take manhatton then we take berlin
there is only so many day to draw a line in the dust
challenge the world that challenges us

the kallingkoyotes are kalling me outside.................to howl into the silence of stillness
eye'll never be 61 again...........or will eye


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