I don’t bow to money,
I don’t bow to fame
I kneel to that one thing,
that time cannot change
I don’t speak for ‘right,’
and won’t speak for ‘wrong’
My liege is the truth,
all court jesters gone
I don’t hope to be knighted,
my shield more concave
And rejecting all title,
the past still enslaved
My will lay unbroken,
my heart for a throne
A crown jeweled with memory,
—all scepters disowned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Together As One
Eighteen or eighty,
my age the words hide
Beginning or ending,
a life or death slide
My breath stays unseasoned,
its truth zero-sum
A child or a sage,
—together as one
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2107)
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Memory of truth to one's self ... those are the jewels in your crown? Do I interpret it correctly?
Thanks, Louis. I like your interpretation.
Kurt
Kurt I do like your writing a lot! And you are your own man, not bowing to anything or anybody. But we still get influenced, don't we?
Amen to you, Fred. Life is a constant process
of stripping off the unwanted layers.
Stay vertical, with your nose in the wind!
I'm reading a book about Hawaii now...
"Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life"
As an old surfer, it's calling for me to get
my 8' 4''' Conn CC Rider down off the rafters
and head for my favorite break.
Kurt
While I don't surf (hurts too much on the ribs!) I do have an 88 Honda Hawk GT NT650. Unfortunately it is awaiting some much needed repairs right now.
Is the BMW in your avatar, yours? My last one was an R100.
Kurt
Yes, it's a '76 I believe. Unfortunately it has no papers. Got it from a guy who stored it for a guy who left for the mainland. Corresponded with him but never got the papers, so I am going to sell it for parts. Kind of sad though...
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