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Location:Texas, USA Naturalized US Citizen of Irish extract -   Fixed Wing and Helo trucker.Interests: "The Absurdity of Man". I am a proud supporter of Blarney, Nonsense, and Hooey. I enjoy being a chopper jockey, and trying to figure the world, people and belief systems out. I'm just not very good at it, so it keeps me real busy. I scribble, blog, run this website, mess with rental houses, ride motorbikes, and read as much as I can. I went solo 44 years ago, and I like to say I'm gonna get me a real job one day. When I grow up. ("but not just yet, Lord, not just yet") For my aviation scribbles see enjoy! I wish you Peace in your Life. May you always walk with the sun on your face, and a breeze ruffling your hair. And may you cherish a quiet wonder for our awesome Universe. Life isn't always good. But it is always fascinating. Never quit.
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After all these Years
(woke up this morning, and, for what it's worth, scribbled this in one sitting. True dream...)  

After all these years

After all these years, I miss you still
And as if to prove Life's captive dance
This morning in a quiet dream
You held me in an iron trance.

Still...!, after all this graceless toil
The tilling of a foreign soil
The gaining of a thousand scars      
The bitterness of lonely bars           
In the restive state of quiet sleep
I'm still drawn back into your keep.

I know I whispered in that dream
Fearful lest I turned to sin      
And cast a pebble in the pool
And broke the only sacred rule
Haltingly, my eyes cast down
Feeling like a children's clown
I told you with a wobbling chin
I didn't know where to begin.

And you were kindly, soft and wise
With those understanding eyes
You placed a finger on my cry
Bidding me just bye and bye
to hold my peace and not to smash
that fragile plate of hand wrought glass.

And when I finally was woken
It was as if you just had spoken
Your presence lingered in my room
Your gentleness still in my bed
The old ring never will be broken
You live in me, my love, undead.

I think I failed you in as much
I never could return your touch
I never made the kind of man
Who really used his short life span
I wandered here and struggled there
And blew my chances everywhere.

But for all my foolish life behind
I don't regret our lives entwined
One memory I hold aloft
I know that once my heart was soft.

After all these years, I miss you still
And as if to prove Life's captive dance
This morning in a quiet dream
You held me in an iron trance.

We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
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