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The Song of Onacona and Nuttah

11 May

My blog entry of May 8th (2011) focused on the tale of “Onacona, Nuttah and Amitola“; today’s entry is intended as a place where I can park something I’d written with the hope of finding “my heart” (my soul mate). The words don’t capture the full extent of the unmeasured devotion I feel two people in love should feel for one another but in some small way, I hope they capture the essence of what romance and commitment mean to me. This is, I suppose something I’d written with the hope of finding that one special person to build an entire life with; to grow old with and to share my “life” with, in good times and in bad. (Yup! I’m a totally hopeless romantic who still believes that true love is possible and that irrespective of the limitations some jurisdictions try to place on same-sex couples … that we can still express our love and devotion for one another through marriage.) Click on the pink button within the player below to hear the tune; the lyrics appear below.
 
(For the record, I don’t think of myself as someone who has a good voice so consider yourself forewarned. LOL.)
 

I wake up in the morning,
   The first thing that I do,
I look upon my shoulder,
   Where only should be you.

I spy you there still sleeping,
   Your eyelids are fast shut,
Your breath is gently flowing,
   My love for you, clear-cut.

This is the dream I have for us,
   I want to wake each day,
I want to hold you in my arms,
   As by my side you gently lay.

I love you, I want you,
   I need you … by my side.
I carry forth into this love,
   With eyes that are open wide.

A heart that sings for you the song,
   That’s always been inside…

Copyright 2011 Michael Marshall (“Onacona”),
All rights reserved

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God’s Tears

02 Jul

I usually enjoy the rain (unless it’s been raining and has been gloomy for days on end); speaking only for myself and notwithstanding the scientific reasons behind it, rain represents God’s tears for the world. Its presence gives me pause to slow down and really think about what is going on in my life “in that moment.”

It is raining here in Dallas and I am compelled to write the following:

God’s Tears

Through the rain and through the pain, we find strength

and in time, all things that once seemed ‘most important’ to us…

are revealed as but a blip

along the journey of our experience in this world.

As individuals, we enjoy placing significance on the smallest of details;

Memories and events that have taken place within our lives …
  and because of this, we oft lose sight of the overall experience.

We mourn the loss of a loved one when in truth that person will be
  with us for all time;

in our hearts and as an echo in our minds.

The essence of every living, loving thing is all around us;

it embraces and helps to mold us in ways we cannot readily identify.

The passing of each moment, no different from the lap of the tide along the
   long-distant shore,

helping to shape us from an as-yet unformed ball of clay,

into the person we are destined to become once more.

for in the end,

God’s tears are true and strong;

We cannot conceal ourselves from their effect for long.

Copyright © 2010 by Michael Marshall
All Rights Reserved

I hope this resonates with some sense of truth for you.

Namaste,
Michael

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Hope

17 Jun

“We are each the parent of a young daughter… One who spends her life playing hide and seek. Often we give up on finding her, her mischief so astute. But she will wait for as long as it takes… And eventually we find her under a shard of broken heart, this girl called Hope.”
Justin Jones
 

I felt compelled to share this…

An acquaintance online had posted this as the status on his facebook page and I thought it was so beautiful it warranted sharing with others here. Personally, I feel that many of us can relate to this. It just seems so true, that we hold out for Hope … wanting all that ails our lives and our country and our world to be “better” (and from time to time, we see evidence that our hopes and dreams, not only for ourselves but for others as well — are coming true. Then “Hope” hides once more.

…but She is mischievous, just enough so that we have faith that she will come out again one day!

Namaste,
Michael

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Update as of April 12th

12 Apr

button- do not worryUPDATE: I woke up this morning feeling as though my cancer (diagnosed in late ’06, remission in Mar ’07) is trying to make a comeback. With no health insurance, that leaves me at the mercy of the county hospital and their ability/willingness to spot trouble if it reappears on the horizon. I had CT scans late last month and still have not heard anything back from them. Have a call or two into the oncologist but can see that I’m going to have to [again] call to see what is going on. Meanwhile, I’m going to focus on my life and what I have left of it.

I should point out that I don’t know for certain that the cancer is back; it’s only a feeling that I have (a few of the earliest of symptoms that I did experience, leading up to the initial diagnosis in 2006). With that said I simply do not know how this year and the one following are going to play out. In some ways, I just do not care any longer.
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Roadkill

05 Mar

Photo of Roadkill Cafe apron
I wrote this piece back in 2002, as a tribute to a fictional little Internet restaurant that I was the “proprietor” of for the Lavender Wolf Pack (I’ll have to write about that another time). Anyway, the Roadkill Café was my little slice of heaven… No overhead and all profit. I mean, it’s not like you had to buy a side of beef or take down a turkey on the range. All that was necessary was you head out to the highway, pick up some ‘roadkill’, bring it back to the restaurant and serve it up at a profit! WooHOO!

Remember folks! This is fiction! (I didn’t REALLY run a restaurant where I served up roadkill.) LOL.

At any rate, I hope you’ll enjoy this little bit of nonsense. Oh, and just so that you know—there really is, I think, a restaurant somewhere by this name. Whether or not they really serve up roadkill, I don’t know. Somebody go check ’em out and get back to me! 😀


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A Mother’s Love

04 Mar

I wrote this for Mother’s Day in honor of my own “Mom” in 2003 and no, Mom never did beat my brother and I ‘blue and then black’ (though she certainly didn’t spare the discipline either). (Of course, my brother ALWAYS deserved what he got—and then some! LOL)

Blessings,
Michael


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An Ode To Cassandra Marie

04 Mar

This was written in memory of Cassie, my Cocker-Spaniel. I’m a dog person (although I’ve met a few cats that I was rather fond of as well) and Cassie was one of two dogs that I had, who was like a best friend in many respects. She was sixteen—plus a couple of weeks—when I had to have her put to sleep for humanitarian reasons (her body was simply giving out and she was suffering). I suppose that would have made here 115 in “human years.”

I’d like to say that this piece of prose turned out well but I’m still not entirely happy with it. I’ve had other pieces which were longer but this one just reads a bit dry. However, it’s here if you are interested in checking it out.

Blessings,
Michael


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What A Difference A Day Makes

04 Mar

I will tell you right up front that this is a totally different approach to poetry for me. There IS a pattern to my choice of words while telling the “story”—but it’s up to you, the reader, to take a guess as to just what that pattern might entail. 😉 I wrote this piece to have a little bit of fun and to blow off some steam. (Then again, maybe I was just losing my mind—who really knows!) LOL

Namaste,
Michael


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Titchen Kable

03 Mar

We all do it; some, better than others… But we all do it all the same. What is it that we do? It’s something that is necessary in order to survive. No, not sex (though Lord knows the human species would be doomed if we didn’t get our groove on now and again).

Here are a few hints:

  • Italians are renowned for doing it superbly;
  • The French are pretty good at it; and
  • I believe the Mexicans and Spanish have a flair for it, as well (but then, I’ve always enjoyed a little spice with my meal).
     

If you haven’t already guessed, I’m talking about a “sit-down meal” — a little nourishment in order to keep the ole’ body burnin’ strong! And what better way to feed those bodies than to sit down to a nice meal, with good company at a nicely set table.

This poem is a play on words, relating to that little something we do three times a day.

Namaste,
Michael


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Prose for the Faithful

03 Mar

This poem was written with the faithful in mind, for it is a direct reflection of the power that I feel God has to heal us of our wounds. The prose also addresses the very real certainty that none of us can really know what the future will hold. Will it be difficult; will it be easy, with the days rolling forward seemingly with no effort at all? (Okay, that’s unlikely!) The prose ends with the suggestion that if your turn over all your worries you will know peace. Of course, the hiccup is, “Will you be able to continue living your life that way and know peace for a lifetime, or will you give in to your fear of the unknown and start worrying all anew?

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