tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88887773878625303962024-03-14T00:57:59.757-07:00CroibhristeSprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-41748551371441809992011-06-30T13:48:00.000-07:002011-07-16T12:24:24.410-07:00Used to It"Colonel Brandon is the sort of honorable man everyone speaks highly of, but no one remembers to talk to."<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-77452046222123305582010-12-12T20:20:00.000-08:002010-12-12T20:55:55.108-08:00ContinueAnother shot to his spine, a strike to his heart, driving him to the mat<br />He gets back up<br />Dust in his throat, vain panting cracks his lips, gasping for another second of relief<br />He gets back up<br />Joints grinding tight, they encumber his efforts, taungting his will to fight<br />He gets back up<br />Pain runs like lightening, rakes his limbs, makes sluggish his senses<br />He gets back up<br />Ringing in his ears, static in his mind that bloodies his sight<br />He gets back up<br />Blackness creeps into his heart, Fear screams for him to quit<br />He gets back up<br />Focusing on the rage before him, stemming a break, he finds one more moment<br />And He gets back up<br />Once again, and then another<br />Listening to the story in his gut, like pushing a blackened stone back<br />Into the wall, the pain is pushed into the recess of his savaged heart<br />Offering one more stand of resistance, a resolve of tempered faith<br />He gets back up.Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-57943719325755979472010-11-23T14:44:00.001-08:002010-11-23T14:45:21.550-08:00MoreYour crisp smile cuts past my guard<br />Like molten fire that pours right through me<br />Flickers of desire hidden in some deep, forgotten layer<br />Feeling of your intensity shrouded beneath ecstasy<br />Eyes that dance and betray their meaning<br />Lips that trick me into a calm serenity<br />Relaxed, drenched in the tranquilityof your sweet, sparkling gaze.<br />The yearning and wanting; It’s not what you think<br />Desiring to know a trait, habit, or fear<br />Wanting everything; all to yourself<br />As your eyes look through my own<br />The window into all that I know.<br />Vulnerable and dependant<br />Your gaze burns deep into my heart<br />From which I can't seem to hide<br />It sees all those hidden thoughts, And every emotion clear<br />Through your cool, and absolute eyes.Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-82975860138139014382010-11-23T14:40:00.000-08:002010-11-23T14:42:14.776-08:00toughhaving someone or something that matters to you more than yourself<br />makes it easy sometimes when you have that right inspiration for the words<br />that echo the marks on your heart<br /><br />...the harder part is knowing if your words matter to the one you love<br />whether your actions, your feelings, your presence matters when you are not around<br />or whether it is all just noise in your head, a song sung to an empty wind that no one else hearsSprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-50989269756186878312010-11-17T15:19:00.000-08:002010-11-17T15:20:14.194-08:00HmmmI'm a caring & compassionate man. Not without flaws, I hope that people at least see me as a good man. But there are some men and maybe even some women whose actions should earn them a blunt end brought on by a boot heel to the throat.Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-16123363176021517732010-11-06T08:41:00.000-07:002010-11-06T08:42:33.708-07:00Oldie reborn and in need of work...Those charming sparkling eyes and captivating lips<br />Stop my heart and make me flush in an instant.<br />Her simplistic beautiful manner and graceful whispers<br />Take my breath away, leaving my chest tight.<br />I struggle to think, react to her innocent remarks<br />Every fiber strains against the desires<br />To express my cares, my feelings, my worth<br />To hold her close, brush her cheek and kiss her gently<br />Show her, for once, true and unconditional love.Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-7970103986027380102010-10-29T16:10:00.000-07:002010-10-29T16:12:39.937-07:00Again..something to work onHaving broken their bodies and shields against the walls<br />The knights of St. John stood with renewed hearts and<br />Uncluttered minds, Washed clean of worry and fearsSprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-80071841528615879332010-06-01T04:18:00.000-07:002010-06-01T04:30:02.986-07:00For the Seafarer in me?They hush and whisper, swoon and guile<br />Lips pressed secrets passed rushed winged warnings<br />Tripping over thoughts and flights of fancy<br />Wishing outloud over startling laughs of madness<br />Etching meeger outlines for the days new course.<br /><br />***<br /><br />......something new to work on and flush out. Fun what the mind comes up with after a Guinness or two while watching Deadliest CatchSprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-84184991158591132112010-05-24T19:03:00.000-07:002010-05-25T04:13:09.629-07:00A StartShades of green tails dancing to the wavering whispered breaths<br />Their hint of chill raises the hair on her neck and warmth in her heart<br />Blushed cheeks touched by splintered rays of light seeking through<br />The wandering clouds, she's swept up in frolic with sticks and stones littered about her feet.Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-32077658967660988942010-05-17T18:33:00.000-07:002010-05-25T04:14:49.962-07:00Notes to myselfSometimes I just need somewhere to drop the lines that pop into my head, like this one<br />"Walls of dusted scars"<br />Later I'll come back to this one and the others...to continue....complete and continuously revise.....Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-60165657580947619042010-05-11T15:11:00.000-07:002010-05-11T15:13:38.476-07:00Not mineSome 'light' reading and came across this:<br /><br /><strong>The Exile</strong><br /><br />She surely raised her bairns well,<br />Taught us strength and pride,<br />Gave us love o' homeland,<br />But couldna' make us bide.<br /><br />We set off young, we set off auld,<br />In search of pastures new<br />Yet, one by one, along life's way<br />Find little that would do.<br /><br />We have our homes, we make a life<br />On every foreign shore;<br />Choose a husband, find a wife,<br />And still we yearn for more.<br /><br />To soothe a restless, aching heart<br />We chase another scheme,<br />Follow one more rainbow<br />Yet we never still the dream<br />Aye, she let us go so easily<br />With never a backward look.<br /><br />But...how could we know as we sailed or flew<br />Our heart was a baited hook,<br />With a line as long as we want it to be<br />To wherever we may roam,<br />Till...out of the blue, with one sharp tug "Mother Scotland" reels us home.Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-89217490830403872302010-05-07T19:43:00.000-07:002010-05-07T20:08:44.946-07:00Fading lightGravely breaths push life into his sandy cheeks as he lies quietly upon the cedar planks<br />Sixty years of sea salt hasnt stifled the relaxing scent of northern woodland winters<br />The comforting roughness beneath his fingers as he stretches out and opens himself to the sky above.......<br /><br />.....blocked....I need rest and a vacationSprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-379507209388559482010-05-03T18:00:00.000-07:002010-05-03T18:25:21.251-07:00Monday mumblings and tired handsWretched wreck of father's first son, wandering through the maze he has recklessly spun.<br /><br />*****<br /><br />The body is rather beat up today despite my attempts to relax it over the weekend. Then again so is my psyche. I'm trying to get motivated but the last few weeks have been tough and tiring and neither my mind nor my heart are into a lot except playing with the kiddos, training 4-5 days a week and CG work. these are the things that keep me motivated right now. Got to find the 'corner' and get around it. I'll keep looking.Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-63023375605492804082010-05-02T08:31:00.000-07:002010-05-02T08:46:15.361-07:00Random Musings #2Ran in my first 'road' 5K in a decade yesterday. Actually ran it with Aidan. Tara and Maddy walked it with our sitter Donna. But Bear was sure he wanted to 'run' the 5K the entire way, so we did just that. He impressed me in a way only a parent can understand. Except for short walk breaks to catch his breath and get fired up, he probably 'ran' 60% of the 3.1 mile course and finished strong running the last 1/8-1/4 mile without stopping and pushed ahead of his ol' man at the end. Super proud of him.<br /><br />As for me. Well, the body held up alright. Hips are both sore today as is my back. But it s a good sore. The left knee made me nervous at about mile 2 but hung in there to finish without noticeable pain. Both arches are REALLY sore but I'm hoping its just from the non-use in these type of conditions and the plantar fasciitis stays in check.<br /><br />*****<br /><br />CGAUX stuff going well. Am gaining a lot of momentum with the Flotilla's MS program and working with our Division and District MS Officers.<br /><br />Working on my MSTR (Marine Safety Training Ribbon) and my AUX-MEES PQS (CG Augmentation qualification) and hope to have them both completed before June.<br /><br />Boat Crew Academy is winding down. We only have three weeks left of classroom work. Then we have to schedule our on the water training and dockside sign-offs, followed by patrol time as a trainee. Once you feel 'ready' you sign up for a day with a QE (certified instructor who signs off on your all around knowledge and proficiency) and get all your paperwork signed to go up to DIRAUX. Will be glad to get my Wednesday nights back after a long four months.<br /><br />Love every minute of it....some days I think I'd enjoy doing this fulltime. If the money were there.<br /><br />****<br /><br />Spent Saturday completely disengaged from work, Scouts and CG. I needed it as I was truly hitting burnout stage from all three. Back to it this afternoon with prep for Scouts, some CG studying and a few hours in the office for work. Nose to the grindstone.<br /><br />****<br /><br />Training has been going well but I over did it a bit last week. Four days in the gym, plus the pool/swim test for the CG, plus a hardcore night of climbing Thursday and my body was completely wrecked. Yesterday was tough but I'll be ready to start up again on Monday. not having a Flotill a meeting this week will also aid in recovery and give me more rest after hours.<br /><br />****Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-69643355051418443672010-04-13T15:38:00.000-07:002010-04-13T15:49:26.359-07:00RandomDecaf coffee...I really don't understand this concept. Why pay money for coffee, much less drink it if it doesn't contain the mother of legal narcotics, caffeine?<br />I know what most folks will say. They love coffee and have been drinking it for years but wanted to get away from "all that BAD caffeine".<br />Funny thing is, most of the folks I see drinking 'decaf' seem to drink twice as much which, unless you drink it black, means they are banging back twice as much sugar and/or creamer.<br />It's good they don't have the jitters from the caffeine cause we'd notice the love handles even more.<br /><br />For me this ranks up there with Caffeine-Free Mountain Dew and even WORSE...Caffeine-Free, SUGAR-Free Mountain Dew. WTF is the point of that? We reach for Mountain Dew for one reason and one reason alone: I'm dragging and I need a pick up from my local vending machine energy blast.<br />Without the caffeine and sugar I might as well just pee in a bottle and sell it for a buck n a quarter for all the good it will do you.<br /><br />Just saying.Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-88984024133041110742010-03-30T18:39:00.000-07:002010-03-30T19:11:13.560-07:00Laying heredo you hear me? i tell you to go and you stand there longer<br />the sounds of my heart, the strafing of my days<br />looking for my reason, looking for hope, for home<br />most despise this time, this changing of skies<br />when the days grow cold, shorter and harsher<br />but I relish them, looking forward to the darkness<br /><br />for some, those unlucky few waiting all winter<br />sunshine is the awakening, blooming of hope and frolic<br />longer days mean bigger dreams, their faith in later on<br />forever after and winters melting to spring<br />but those promises I no longer rely on<br />dancing reflections I know longer believe<br /><br />its the dwindling of days, those wilting hours that flit by quickly<br />pushing me from sleep to sleep, pulling me through<br />for dreams are within the grasp of those with faith, with hope<br />looking to hold back the twilight, to steal another hour<br />but my hope has been battered, my faith shaken and dreams stolen by another<br />I dont find solice in the sun, nor the slowed ticking of the clock<br />my heart longs for sleep, escape from the days<br /><br />so as my hands grow cold and winter bites my senses<br />it brings to me a greater peace, the safety between dusk and dawn,<br />a place I can call home under the warmth of a blanket,<br />behind my shuttered eyes and sheltered heartSprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-30647766023927535632010-03-15T19:45:00.000-07:002010-03-15T20:28:47.232-07:00Energy aboundsThe fire dances, goes round my head<br />Waiting with a thunderous heart I stir for the moment<br />Recognizing the the sound, the snap in the air<br />Like a brush against the barbs I feel the sting of excitement<br />Those fingertips of anticipation running down my spine<br />Sharpened sense of desire racing through my veins<br />Adrenaline coursing within my limbs, the bitter charge upon my lipsSprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-9765335179211313392010-03-14T21:01:00.001-07:002010-03-14T21:05:55.102-07:00An answer to a QuestionI was asked and I feel it only fair to answer.<br />Yes, some of these are older works I started some 17+ years ago being brought back to life.<br />Others are new, written within the last 6-18 months.<br />Some are fresh off the turnip cart and still in need of seasoning.<br />They are all works in progress and by no means 'finished' pieces.<br /><br />I don't know a writer out there that doesn't have at least one piece if not many that he continually revisists, rewrites and molds for years if not for the rest of their life.<br /><br />Usque Ad Finem.<br /><br />Enjoy.Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-2643898204906935312010-03-14T20:30:00.000-07:002010-03-30T18:38:44.164-07:00WanderingsThe tallest tree lies here quietly now<br />Looming before my eyes, it came as quite a shock<br />Finding myself despite the time of day<br />In darkening woods without this childhood friend<br />My guide, my beacon home all those times.<br />Years ago, before decisions and debacles of maturity<br />I found myself lost right here, right then<br />Amongst these clustered towers of rustling shadows<br />And like a dog chasing his tail I wound myselfIn circles of confusion<br />Throughout the blanket of gold and bronze.<br /><br />Stopping with exhaustion, I wept, letting my fear drip down<br />Frustration sliding down my cold blushed cheeks<br />And with a thud I dropped, no longer knowing the way<br />Confused where to look or go and losing hope and daylight<br />Pressing my face to my hands, resigned to my fate.<br /><br />I sat waiting for a voice that wasn't calling<br />Nothing uttered by the silence around me<br />Except for the frictionless hush of the bare arms above me<br />I rose to observe the empty fullness reaching toward me<br />Its arms opened and beckoned me to climb<br />Suddenly unafraid, crawling with an unlimbering trust<br />Cradled in its side, finding a spot that seemed fitted for me<br />And in clearing the tears from my eyes<br />I could see beyond the twisted thickness below<br />Past my fears I found the clearest path home<br />And knew from that day forward I would never be lost again.<br /><br />But now, lying here it has no use, its offerings long gone<br />For the child whose future once was yet to be told<br />The last leaves dropped long ago and its guidance with them<br />Its armor cracked and humbled to below my gaze<br />And though I know not when or where, I see myself lying here<br />In joining my old friend some many years from now<br />My existence will be torn free from this world<br />Like loose threads dangling from an overused Argyll jacket<br />Hoping the next passerby stops and ponders my fate<br />And remembers me for my guidance to them along the way.Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-71910854950640874032010-03-13T19:26:00.000-08:002010-03-13T19:54:13.533-08:00Withered and worn but still laying it downLooking up from the rocking thunder, having weathered it all<br />I strain against the ringing still rippling throughout my core<br />Surveying the damage around me, finding little to impress<br />Less the scars of remembrance that are better felt than seen<br />Still standing confidently defiant, a sentry by my side<br />Chiseled hand of experience upon my shoulder<br />Preventing me from losing myself to the erosion of anger<br />Pulling me back from the self absorbed abyss easily drifted into<br />A well endured strength that stands behind my resolve<br />Whispering courage into every action, driving my next steps<br />Purifying my motive, forging my heart's ability to storm forward<br />Toughening resolve overtime and leaving the metal stronger than before.Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-24828392019985964062010-03-11T21:02:00.000-08:002010-03-11T21:29:14.578-08:00In Transit...lots of stops before they are doneWhy is it over?<br />Lost in limbo again left with nothing to grab<br />Do I feel too much, too little to your liking<br />Does my heart not bleed red enough for you?<br />Words I spilled, tender movements I made<br />What would it take, with my soul in your hands<br />To know it was safe to close my eyes<br />Know you'll be here when I wake<br />And find the pain coming to an end<br /><br />Telling myself I took the steps to make it<br />Pushing past the comfortable faded veils<br />I feel around, blindness I don't understand<br />I'm straining to see what truly lies beneath<br />Find the marks I thought we made together<br />Where is your hand in this writing?<br />The etchings are all mine, the sweat from my brow<br />Hints and warning signs were all there<br />Why did I not notice I was bleeding all alone?Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-88635925873441763692010-02-07T19:45:00.000-08:002010-02-07T19:49:20.233-08:00MuseThousands of songs<br />Running through my head<br />Looking only at you, time stands<br />Still, I'm somehow sweating struggling<br />In this cool winter chill, holding you<br />Tightly, wrapped in warmth<br />Beside the dancing fires in your eyesSprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-75679514575152085422010-02-07T19:35:00.000-08:002010-02-07T19:41:20.562-08:00Walking inShattered auburn hair reflecting in the sun<br />Her spirit, a wild dance of dark<br />And light that catches you quick<br />Splashing across her sun kissed face, obscuring her<br />Eyes from my sight, I wait counting breathes<br />Till she moves<br />Turning, catching my gaze, she stands<br />Taking movie starlet strides, her shimmering<br />Gown, a dream in motion<br />Across the room, light as air she moves<br />Silken strands slide down her neck, curled<br />About her shoulder summoning my desiresSprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-7332036532861206112010-02-02T21:26:00.000-08:002010-02-02T22:02:50.705-08:00weathersplit rays fall across her back, light dancing off the beads of sweat rolling across her skin<br />forehead resting, cradled at the nape of her neck<br />Thumping in my ears, Can't tell if that is her heartbeat or mine I feelSprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8888777387862530396.post-71195181686297260172009-12-04T18:40:00.001-08:002010-02-07T19:50:03.310-08:00Works in progresscrossed knees and folded arms<br />pouting at me like there's something I know she wants<br />shadows lay across her legs and face, begging me to shine a light upon herto answer the call, break the silence and fill the voidshe denies is there"<br /><br />"she enchants, beguiles draws me into her, leaving mebreathless and wanting"<br /><br />"those sexiest of qualities, purposely depriving my eyes you don't just lay everything out like a boudoir store window for all to see, there is mystery tongue and cheek, hints of desire in your words and photos, like seeing a beautiful woman in a long skirt getting that hint of leg, that glimpse of what is waiting for meyour passion and sensuality stem from these things, they cannot be seenon the surface nor are they easily revealed"<br /><br />Waiting for that breathe of life, the sound of her voice like lightning<br />Whispers, I feel the shock to my heart and blood flushing my face<br />Telling her what she already knows<br /><br />"Her back against the wall, shadows fall across her lips that beautiful scent spins the room Hesitating, I grasp for breath Trying to clear my head, closing my eyes Praying, wishing, wanting A whispered, unchallenged roar stirs in my heart."Sprouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785520781398361769noreply@blogger.com0