And so this one starts here. And Like I’ve said before, where else does anything start?
Everything starts from the beginning.
Or like any other journal or any other page, this one marks the first page of a new start with hopes to open a new pathway to a new life.
A new life.
What a concept . . .
Monthly Archives: April 2026
Good Or Bad, I Am One Of The Ones
It has to go. All the need for validation.
All the hope that someone will come along and read or reassure you.
Art has to be art
I have to be me.
You have to be you
The world is not going to change or acquiesce or consider us or pardon our moments of weakness and nor will anything stop or celebrate our victories.
It has to go.
The need to be heard by anyone.
The need to be celebrated by anyone.
Good Or Bad, I Was One Of The Ones
I go through this every year. The season is up and coming and soon enough, social media will flood with proud parents sharing memories from their child’s graduation.
I am not one to rain on this parade and nor am I someone who does not appreciate this accomplishment.
I am nothing more than a man who watches from a distance to note an experience I never had for myself.
I do love this time of year.
I love the ideas of prom and the thoughts of what it might have been, had I gone to one.
I love thinking about the ideas of what it might have been like, I had the chance to go together, as if I went back in time to let the love of my life know that I am from the future.
I would probably say, “The two of you need to make this work now, rather than wait decades to meet again.”
I would steal the line and say, “come with me if you want to live,” but that would be more about me and the love of my life.
But this?
This is about you.
Good Or Bad, I Was One Of The Ones
Up early this morning. But then again, why would this day be any different from the next or any other?
I am always up early.
But today was different.
The rain was misty and damp to say the least.
Spring has sprung.
I know.
But yet, somehow, the winter is afraid to lose its grip and embrace the warmth.
I get that.
Good Or Bad, I Was One Of The Ones
At the moment, I am no place and yet I am everywhere else but here. Safe to say that I understand what it means to not be present. And I say this to you, knowing both full and well that I am right here. Always.
I am exactly where I am supposed to be. Or at least, so I have been told.
I have been told that no matter where you go or where you run to or hide; there you are.
There is no escape and there is no getting away from the truth and nor can we hide from the outcomes of everyday life.
I know this.
But I have run away ore as an adult than when I was a kid.
I’ve hid more as a grown man than when I was young and playing hide-and-go-seek.
I have also been told that you can see someone every day, and you can interact with them, you can sit and eat with them and break bread, and you can talk to someone all the time and find out that they had something deep inside that you knew nothing about.
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I see you now. You are a grown man.
Strong and tall.
I see you now and I wish I was there to see you then.
I wish I was there when you tossed your first pitch or played your first game.
Come to think of it, I wish I was there when you wore that surprised look that a child makes when he does something or pulls off a trick for the very first time.
Good Or Bad, I Was One Of The Ones
This was inspired by you
Last afternoon—
I watched a scene I have not seen in way too long. It was beautiful though. Innocent too.
I saw little kids playing on the playground outside of an elementary school. I thought to myself about this. I thought about the bliss of youth and the glory of things, like say, a ride on the swings or learning how to climb across the monkey bars.
I suppose yesterday was like our first real taste of spring.
At least, I can say this was so to me.
And yesterday?
You should have seen what I saw.
it was beautiful.
Good Or Bad, I Was One Of The Ones
I have always wondered what it would be like to be strong.
But what does it mean to be strong?
What does it mean to have strength?
Or to be capable?
Is this no different from exposing your weaknesses?
Is it the same as acknowledging them and continuing just the same?
I think about this.
Good Or Bad, I Was One of The Ones
I don’t know how I addressed my first poem.
Then again, I knew who the poem was for.
I always knew who I wrote this too, even thought I never met her.
(meaning you)
And if I met her, I never believed that I could keep her
(meaning you)
I’m not sure if I thought that anything I said would mean anything to anyone; and therefore, I suppose that I just wrote to write to you, or to whomever it is I write to.
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The next thing I knew, it was summertime. The warmth began to change the way we spent our time outdoors. The days were longer and the nights were hotter. And I?
I was a young man, lovelessly hopeful and silently admiring those who had someone to go home to.
Spring had gone by so fast, as if yesterday was just here.
The winter was a blur to me, as if autumn had just begun by changing the leaves on the trees in Central Park.
New York City had finally calmed down from its previous hiatus and all the “who’s-who’s” and “what’s-what” and the popular debutantes and socialites race to beaches in their Hampton summer homes or fight their spots on the Fire Island ferries.
I am not so sure how this is or how things happen.
Age stepped in and the days of being “out east” are light years away and more like a story that happened to me in another life.
I am not sure how time flies and blows passed us, like speeding cars on the expressway, unaware and uncaring about the rest of the world because to them, all lanes are the passing lane.
I see time like this too.
Remember when life was free enough not to care who came or went?
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