Friday, October 26, 2012

Coming Together At The Seams

Everything's a gamble
even the surest thing a risk
all that's soft can conceal a bramble
even the warmest heart can be cool and brisk.

What brings us together can keep us apart
we won't always know what's in our own heart
so we dream what we dream on our own balance beams
and do our best to come together at the seams.

Coming together at the seams
as individuals or team
is life ever what it seems
coming together at the seams

Things can seem like this and seem like that
sometimes it's bliss sometimes old hat
sometimes a kiss and then a spat
sometimes you miss the old doormat

Yet we meet in midstream
hearts joined at the seam
two lives at full steam
it can feel like a dream

Coming together at the seams
Is life one long dream
or each moment exactly as it seems
in our eyes the kind familiar gleams
as we come together at the seams

Larry Piltz
Autumn 2012 C.E.
Indian Cove
Austin, Texas

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Who Will Raise The Flag (The Flag Of Democracy).

A song for a mutual rallying for modernity and free thought, while embracing timeless tolerance and building sustainable, livable and lovable cities and towns.

Larry Piltz
U.S. Copyright November 11, 2011

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Hasan's Beard

Not one to turn the other cheek
Hasan's Beard bristled at the charges.
Not guilty by reason of inanity!
Not even accessory after the fact.
Yet military justice had Hasan's Beard by the short ones
and Hasan's Beard would ultimately take it on the chin
in this enigmatic full-grown brush with the law
with the verdict-to-be not even a close shave
nor by a whisker but a shadow of a pretext.

This is a rash prosecution of ingrown justice
wrong in so many ways even on a follicular level
the trial more of a clip joint than a court of law.

They have not seen the last of Hasan's Beard
a growing problem
even after death.

Larry Piltz
August 21, 2012
Indian Cove

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Love Sublime

It doesn't seem long since the kids were little
but feels forever since we were young.
They've all gone out to prove their mettle
while we sat home and held our tongue.
Now we look around and see each other
with a sense of patience, life, and time
and feel so satisfied we bothered
to take a chance on love sublime.

Love's sublime.
It can't be measured in simple years.
It grows by leaps and bounds each moment
we give our hearts to what we hold dear.
Love's sublime.

I see the faults and shake my head,
check in with the mirror and laugh instead.
The door gets stuck. The car's got problems.
The news dreamed up some new hobgoblins.
The dog's slowing down. The kitten's still crazy.
Good thing there's no time to be lazy.
Yet here's that moment again when the stress peels away,
as we pause with each other on this perfect day.

Love's sublime.
Through the ruts, the bursts of joy, and the tragic,
it's just your average inspired magic
that helps us through each precious new day.
Love's sublime.

There comes a time when the curtain's parted
with a glimpse of life on the other side,
and you swing between tender- and broken-hearted
and wish for a place where you both could hide.
The sweep of the years overwhelms your senses.
The sway of your love and devotion's a tide
to carry you both way beyond your defenses
and beyond the time when you say goodbye.

Love's sublime.
You can read about the miracles.
You can long for wealth and fleeting fame,
but I can hold in my arms a living parable,
the mystery of love in the sound of your name.
Love's sublime.

Larry Piltz
June 25, 2012
Indian Cove

Monday, January 16, 2012

"Taken For A Ride" by Kito Rodriguez

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