<![CDATA[Kauai to Paris - Blog]]>Mon, 17 Jul 2017 15:08:15 -0700Weebly<![CDATA[WHAT ?]]>Sat, 15 Jul 2017 00:52:35 GMThttp://kauai-to-paris.com/blog/what

Sitting here with the will to write
nothing coming to mind
ideas bounce radically off one another 
single thought hard to find

Focus focus nail it down
hocus pocus round and round
elusive brain inside does pound
with electrical charges and such

The will to please drives me on
glowing wildebeest appears
charging through the synapse junctions
creating unknown fears

More and more the tempest rages
driving me insane
'til boom then flash then silence
come brilliant light and flame

There it is upon my screen
appearing magically
created by turmoil born of passion
there for all to see

Frantic shriek of creative process 
words drawn from the gut
no title describes the push and pull
so I've simply named it  ...  What?



Facker
July 14, 2017

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<![CDATA[Happy]]>Mon, 10 Jul 2017 23:28:23 GMThttp://kauai-to-paris.com/blog/happy3801161

​​The longer I live
viewing the others
the happier I wish to be​

Through observation
it is obvious 
happiness sets us free

Chains of hatred
ropes of angst
tie us to despair

Dancing, smiling, loving
where I want to dwell
is there


Celestial college
thrilling knowledge
lesson given for free

Happy state so simply attained
controlled entirely 
by me
Facker
July 10, 2017


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<![CDATA[Starkly White]]>Fri, 30 Jun 2017 22:06:27 GMThttp://kauai-to-paris.com/blog/starkly-white
I stare at the blank page
​it stares back for free
​who will win the contest
Starkly White or me

​Starkly appears receptive
​but he and I both know
what I place upon his surface
can die as well as grow

​Sometimes I feel him mocking
taunting me to fail
​"Go ahead" he says "I'm waiting
​ .. this ship is set to sail"

His Blankness is sometimes easy to love
​often easy to hate
​flaunting his greatest asset 
the ability to wait

I scratch my head and continue to stare
​thoughts raging through my brain
Starkly simply sits right there
driving me insane

Click click the keys respond
when I capitulate
​and Starkly smiles that knowing grin
​as Bill creates his fate ...

​from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between


Facker
​June 30, 2017


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<![CDATA[The Librarian]]>Mon, 26 Jun 2017 00:39:18 GMThttp://kauai-to-paris.com/blog/the-librarian

When I don't post pretty pictures
are my words enticing enough
​can I give you a rush of emotion
​without flowers and pets and stuff

​Must there be visually rare apparitions
​eye candy enticements galore
to strategically attract your attention
​with writing a mere underscore

Please let me be the Librarian
​wearing glasses and skirt below knee
that beauty of hidden enchantment
thinking men all long to see

​May my writing draw you in deeply
as she does with come hither eyes
when glasses are slowly lowered
​revealing exquisite prize

Within those perfect blue green pools
​resides a world unknown
memories of dreams fulfilled
​of purple skies we've flown

​Never would I guess this joy
​this camouflaged delight
hidden there before me
​an unassuming sight

​Had she thrown the glasses from her head
loosed her tightened hair
hiked her skirt above her knees
transfixed me with a stare

​Would I still  discover  those perfect pools
guarding secrets kept within
​or be frozen by the photograph
never venturing in

Please let me be the Librarian
secrets contained in my words
​glance at the photo shopped vixens
but enter and let me be heard

If you seek fulfillment in every way
I insist on being Contrarian
Visions of life are not captured on film 
​they reside within the Librarian



from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between


Facker
​June 25, 2017







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<![CDATA[Parisian Parrot]]>Thu, 08 Jun 2017 21:00:23 GMThttp://kauai-to-paris.com/blog/parisian-parrot
In a million years I would never have expected to see a beautiful green parrot,  perched for my viewing pleasure on an enormous cherry tree just outside the window, south of Versailles.  In fact, had he not moved at the precise moment I glanced outside, I would not have seen him.  His plumage was undetectable camouflage within the fruit laden tree.  His colors were a perfect match, as was his size .. wings nearly duplicating the surrounding leaves.  

​I naturally assumed him to be an escapee, or possibly the unfortunate recipient of negligent caretakers .. those who not only chose to imprison him, but then cast him out to fend for himself when the situation no longer suited their wants or needs.

​Whatever the circumstance of his appearance, he brightened my life for two full weeks as he enjoyed the sweet cherries which seemed to be ripening incrementally for his dining pleasure.  He was joined one day by another with exactly the same coloring and size.  I don't know if they were brother and sister, brother and brother, sister and sister, or two fortunate lovers who had c0me together in the most unlikely of places .. but it was a beautiful sight to this voyeur.

​It was the month of May.  Temperatures were perfectly warm.  Temperatures were parrot friendly.  I began to wonder about the past few months, or the coming winter months following this period of parrot compatible weather.  What would become of this beautiful creature?  Would he be capable of surviving the cold?  Would he seek shelter and compassion from the surrounding multitude of human inhabitants .. would they respond?

​For two weeks I looked forward to the presence of the friendly flying apparition outside that window.  For two weeks he and I gazed into one another's eyes as he feasted just feet from me.  For two weeks I contemplated his future .. his past.  Here he was, obviously in a strange place .. in an environment which may or may not be friendly to him.  For two weeks he added something new to my life experience .. a gift I was fortunate to receive .. a break from the normal experience I've enjoyed for the last thirty years visiting France.  For two weeks he enhanced that place and provided me new insight.  He gave to me, simply by his presence, by his uniqueness .. his difference.

​Today, just a couple of weeks later,  I realized why that fantastic bird appeared outside my window.  He was a gift.  He was the catalyst and further inspiration for my personal growth ... for my necessary understanding and acceptance of all men, women, and children.  He was a teacher to this man .. gifting me with the message of compassion for all humanity.  Today I understand what the beautiful soul outside my window represented.  I happily recognize and  name him ...
"Immigrant"

... and I wish him sustenance and love

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Facker
​June 10, 2017
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<![CDATA[Simple Man]]>Thu, 01 Jun 2017 20:16:10 GMThttp://kauai-to-paris.com/blog/simple-man

I'm a simple man
I watch the flowers grow
the brilliant sunset splendor
pure mountain waters flow

I'm a simple man
​a bird song pleases me
​the joy of newborn animals
a precious sight to see

​I'm a simple man
watching children play
splashing in the waters
of oceans clear .. today

​Please, please tell me
​tell this simple man
what is more important
than life .. if you can

​Is wealth so damned enriching
​that breathing can't compare
I beg you, as a simple man,
hear your heart .. save our air




from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between


Facker
​June 1, 2017

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<![CDATA[Simple Kiss]]>Fri, 19 May 2017 11:08:43 GMThttp://kauai-to-paris.com/blog/simple-kiss
One more time I have gone to and returned from la belle France.  One more time I have enacted many of the routines I've enacted for thirty years past.  But this time was unique .. this time included an epiphany of major consequence to my psyche .. to my spiritual self .. to my core life process.  This time, the question to ponder shone through the haze of uncertainty with forcefulness I could not, and cannot, ignore.  As always, the simplicity of higher thinking leaves me smiling, shaking my head in wonder, and questioning why I didn't grasp and understand the concept sooner.  Such is higher learning .. growth spurts come suddenly, with clarity which begs  the question "Why in the world didn't I previously understand?".  There is no room nor time for regretting my past lack of knowledge, so I sit here smiling .. enjoying the gift at this very moment .. in the present .. not concerned with what has passed or what the future holds.  I trust today's actions will be directly reflected in tomorrow's reality.  Therefore, I live today in happiness and positivity, with firm belief my future will be forged by the affirmative base of "now" living.

​I have "known" the message conveyed above for many years .. the epiphany, the gift I was just blessed with in Paris is knowledge of how to be in the moment.  How to not let past negativity deform or influence present happiness.  How to trust present action will lay a positive foundation for future happiness.      

​This bit of knowledge could have come at any time in any place, but for me it came while I was in my most cherished of all places .. Paris.  Not Paris of the Eiffel Tower, nor Paris of the Seine, nor sidewalk cafe's, nor any other cliché's .. but the Paris which has forever swirled through my being via sounds and aromas and ethereal history like no other space I've ever experienced.


​Dear Readers .. I wish you happiness now .. ​I wish you love and passion and wonder as we gently traverse this incredible experience we share ... this Life
Beautiful City
​you've kissed me
awakened my passion for life

No other can be you
cradled within my heart
protected by my overwhelming desire

I have loved you forever
since the first stone
​ of your first structure

Today my undying love
was rewarded
by your simple kiss

As long as my heart beats
we shall be connected
no matter where my body resides ...



from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between



Facker
​May 29, 2017

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<![CDATA[Then the Tears Came]]>Wed, 17 May 2017 08:32:15 GMThttp://kauai-to-paris.com/blog/then-the-tears-came

​My mirror spoke clearly
as eyes locked on eyes ..
Stark truth exploded
facts not disguised.

​Finally that moment
​self realized ..
​Jolted - Awakened 
by deep primal cries.

​Questions of destiny
​answered at last ..
No more surmising
future or past.

Path defined
awaiting my feet
Exercise courage
​mistakes don't repeat.

Angst for life wasted
  weakened the flame ..
then the tears came
​then the tears came


Facker
​May 18, 2017


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<![CDATA[Incredible Wild Flowers]]>Mon, 08 May 2017 22:22:27 GMThttp://kauai-to-paris.com/blog/incredible-wild-flowers
   The following thoughts are written for you .. in fervent hope you might experience the energy, gratification, depth of emotion, and exhilaration I feel while writing from my room in the south of Paris this morning.      

     This month of May marks my thirtieth year of  travel to la belle France.  The wonder of this place resides comfortably within my consciousness .. permeating my existence on a daily basis.  No matter where I may be or what the circumstances of my  life are at that moment,  France is part of me .. a very real and necessary portion of my humanity.

​I write for you, ​a giving message from this place which captivates, nurtures, and stimulates my higher self. 

I write for you, ​ in hope you might find your Paris .. that place which resides within .. that ancient "Keeper" of your divine gifts .. of your core essence. 

​I write for you, confident you ​also have a unique connection to your particular place, which enriches and facilitates your creative nature. 

​I write for you, because I want to look into your eyes one day and share tears of joy, common to kindred spirits who realize, accept, and live the passion instilled within.

​I write for you, hoping your path may have a particular place which acts as your muse, your stimulator, your facilitator of wondrous ancient memories.
Your unique gift is within.

Your gift is accessible from anyplace.

​However ..

​I write for
you .. hopeful your "anyplace" is enhanced by a "special place"..
​a place where
you too will enjoy this feeling I enjoy while writing for you ..

​that place where
our spirits become Incredible Wild Flowers ..


from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

Facker
​May 13, 2017
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<![CDATA[The Winner]]>Thu, 04 May 2017 22:55:39 GMThttp://kauai-to-paris.com/blog/the-winner
The battle rages ..
word arrows flung ..
violence in the streets.

Humanity ages ..
​now covered in dung ..
​as pride and greed repeats.

Enhanced technology ..
​entranced videology ..
​mesmerized fools we are.

Insert nose in ass 
of the one in front ..
​as they guide us from afar.

​One would think we learn ..
from history discern ..
power is nasty delusion.

​The winner is clear ..
neither there nor here ..
​but within .. transcending confusion.



from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between


Facker
​May 4, 2017


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