A Slice of Despair - October 22, 2023

A Slice of Despair

In Colina del Sol, I bought a slice of despair,

A condo painted in shades of deepest wear,

Restless nights were the stars of my domain,

Tired, anxious, yearning for a change's gain.

I've dwelled in this place far too long, it's clear,

The longing for a change, did I steer wrong here?

Days stretch, long and sad, in hues of gray,

Melancholy madness taints my thoughts each day.

I struggle to grasp the present, it slips away,

Living in the realms of what might come, I stay,

Is this the final night in my confining flat?

Does it really matter, in the grand scheme, just that?

As the year's end nears, sadness upon sadness I fear,

Lucky Girl, she ages, but life's song is what she'll hear,

I'm aging too, aware of the sands that fall in time,

Family's distant, not close enough in this rhyme.

My sister, in my heart, her presence is clear,

But I yearn for her closeness, her presence near,

Will I miss this place, its melancholic grace?

Or am I lost, even before my new journey's embrace?

As I inch closer to moving on, my heart cries,

Hoping to refocus on work, as new chances arise,

To sing a fresh tune, break from this dark refrain,

Escape the colors of sorrow, a chance to be free again.

A Metaphor For Life As Years Pass By

In San Diego's bustling cityscape, Paloma sighed,

A soul feeling weary, her spirit untied,

Stressed and tired, finances a looming haze,

Escrow woes and lease troubles in the maze.

Dreams of a place where her heart could soar,

Beyond worries and woes, where troubles wore,

Longing for Lucky to find joy in the sun,

Paloma yearning for peace when day is done.

And in this tapestry of life's complex thread,

A desire emerges, where hearts can be led,

For me, a wish for comfort, a place to call mine,

Amidst new adventures and paths that entwine.

A tranquil night on the California coast,

Paddle boarding, the waves in the moonlight engrossed,

Tracking stars through a camera's lens,

Infinite dreams and hopes that it transcends.

Scaling mountains, reaching for the sky,

A metaphor for life as years pass by,

Yet amidst the journey, a wish to find,

The warmth of family, hearts intertwined.

To embrace depression as a storm that shall pass,

Learning and growing, like blades of grass,

In the golden years, a wisdom unfolds,

A peace within, as life's tale molds.

Good Times of Weekend Tales

 In a quaint tale of two weekends so fun,

With the James family and Daddy-O, a divine time,

Soccer games and victories, coach James' team soaring high,

Undefeated they stood, reaching for the sky.

On the field, young Seneca played with zest,

Her knee took a tumble, a little scuffed and stressed,

But she rose again, brave and strong,

Determined to play, where she belongs.

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A stop at Vista point, such a scenic site,

Lunch at Milton's Deli, oh what a delight,

Then off to FreeFlight bird Sanctuary we'd go,

Dad enjoyed it and made a generous donation.

A leisurely drive along the PCH,

The beach town's pass bye, a calming display.

Games of Uno and a movie to share,

Bonding with family, beyond compare.

Sunday arrived, a birthday soon to come,

Grandpa Mike and Senny, new tools what fun,

Skillful hands, a budding toolkit's start,

Fixing things together, a work of heart.

Home again, reflections in the night,

Grateful for moments, oh so bright,

In the heart's memories, these weekends shall stay,

Cherished forever, in life's grand array.

As the weekend concluded, back to the norm,

Thoughts of escrow, emotions in swarm,

Halfway through the journey, anticipation so rife,

Bring on Monday, embracing life.

In Paloma's World

 

In Paloma's World

In Paloma's world, where moments ebb and flow,

She captures life in rhythms, soft and slow,

With camera poised, she seeks the simple things,

Yet yearns for tales that grander vision brings.

In frames of daily life, she finds her muse,

Recording scenes where most would just refuse,

For though they seem mundane to other eyes,

She sees the beauty truth often belies.

A second, even third look she'll take,

To find the details that the world forsakes,

In overlooked minutiae, there's a grace,

A world concealed, a secret hiding place.

In capturing the missed, her heart takes flight,

For in these moments, she finds pure delight,

To Paloma, every speck and grain,

Is like a note in life's intricate refrain.

But hidden deep within her lens's gaze,

There lies a well of grief, an endless maze,

For she has lost a part of her own soul,

Her sister gone, a gaping, haunting hole.

The camera is her solace, a retreat,

A way to manage loss, bittersweet,

With each recorded memory, she finds,

A balm to soothe her heart and troubled mind.

In random shots of life's unspoken prose,

In corners of her world where no one goes,

She stitches fragments of her fractured heart,

A mosaic of her sister, torn apart.

Paloma, in your rhythm, in your rhyme,

You find a way to heal, to mark the time,

Though life may not provide a grand display,

You capture love and loss in your own way.

Father's Day Treck to Palomar Mountain: June 18, 2023

On Father's Day, Dave and Chris set out to play,

From oceanside to Mount Palomar, a trip underway.

With pinecones and pine leaves of native trees in sight,

Seneca, Payten, Sandy, and Paloma joined the joy ride delight.

Up to 6,142 feet, a treacherous climb we braved,

Heart pounding, adrenaline rushing, we almost caved.

But fear not, dear friends, despite almost dying, we made it through,

With memories to cherish, and stories anew.

Oh, what a fun-filled day with family by our sides,

Amidst breathtaking scenery, our spirits did ride.

At the mountain's peak, a telescope stood tall,

But alas, we arrived late, hearing the Park Ranger's shout "gate's last call".

 

5/5/2023 In Joshua Tree

 

In Joshua Tree, where the yucca with clusters of spiky leaves grow,

A good group of friends gathered on Cinco De Mayo,

The kiddos ran wild, free, and having a blast,

While we toasted to good times that go by to fast.

Cinco de Mayo brought out the fiesta,

And we sipped on cactus margaritas,

Discovering desert shit was our goal,

As we explored and let our spirits 

Our weekend getaway was filled with gay times,

And fresh air and sunshine, oh so divine,

California desert, you stole our hearts,

And we can't wait to make new memories, let the good times start!

At Desert Jems ABB we laid our heads,

And snuggled in for some much-needed bed,

But not before roasting marshmallows on the fire,

Bonding with beautiful people, our hearts were filled with desire.

Paloma's friend Mike is one of a kind,

A nice gay guy with a fit behind,

Jumping around, doing desert shit,

Having fun and keeping fit.

He's always there, day or night,

Bringing joy and spreading light,

The best of buddies, a plant daddy,

And a musical maestro, so happy-go-lucky.

With his green thumb and his tunes so sweet,

He brightens up the world with his beat,

Paloma's friend Mike is simply divine,

A true gem of a friend, one of a kind.