Idealism

it is said that most poets, as artists, view society and every cultural scope with a lack of facts or arguments. That "the ego in it's most developed form" constitutes the poets thinking to call on imagination, personal insight and worldliness. Seems i got a bit of worldliness that beckons to find me and a wild imagination that couples me next to an idealistic doctrine that says 'all will be well in the end.' In spite of this annoying melancholy that oscillates in unknown patterns. In spite of my failed attempts of living a dream where i dance the Tango in Spain with an old lady and a mangy dog. In spite of this stale and horrible cup of coffee I've been drinking for the last hour. In spite of everything I find myself compelled and inspired to do so much--drawing mainly on my imagination and memories, and perhaps an intermingling of the two. We feel ever so blessed to have had such characters enter our life that somehow still shadow our thoughts and whistle in our hopes. It is a new phase and a new day. We are swaying ever so clairvoyantly and yet gently. A clearer air where one can recognize the love and content of the ability to breathe it. A looking forward. A 'joi de vivre' in some capacity or other...

be well. love an bellyaches. -Harley