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Words Are Powerful!   4 comments

Joy and Kenne Celebrating Her Birthday July 24, 2011

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Hugging-Words — Source PVE

As we grow old, remember to stay young.

As we grow wiser, remember to stay foolish.

As we grow weak, remember to stay strong.

As we grow dull, remember to stay sexy.

As we grow stupid, remember to stay sensible.

As we grow suspicious, remember to stay trusting.

As we grow forgetful, remember to stay attentive.

As we grow gloomy, remember to stay cheerful.

As we grow conventional, remember to stay enlightened.

As we grow frail, remember to stay sturdy.

As we grow, may we stay forever
young,
foolish,
strong,
sexy,
sensible,
trusting,
attentive,
cheerful,
enlightened, and
sturdy — simple words to live by.

Words are powerful!
Why?
Because they can hurt and
they can bring people together.
Both acts have powerful results.
Words divide us.
However,
the power of words
is that once divided,
they can be used
to bring us back together.
We should not allow words
to change our relationships,
because unlike the cucumber
that becomes a pickle
and can never be a cucumber again,
we can break down the walls that divide.

kenne

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone!   2 comments

Galveston (27 of 106) Joy blogJoy on Galveston Island (She’s still in Houston with family and I’m here in Tucson.) — Image by kenne
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
It’s not warm when she’s away
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And she’s always gone too long
Anytime she goes away
Wonder this time where she’s gone
Wonder if she’s gone to stay
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away
And I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know,
Hey, I oughtta leave young thing alone
But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Only darkness every day
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
— Bill Withers

Been Here Before — A Valentine Message   Leave a comment

joy45sawmill-i_blog-cohenAfternoon Delight — Image by kenne

I’ve been here before
known this place
walked this floor

lived here alone
before, I knew you.

You became my 
photographic muse
an afternoon delight
laying on a bed of red
shadows of natural light.

Blue, blue windows
opened to the sky
clouds move by
casting moments
to dream by.

Morning would come
roosters crowing
at the break of dawn
sheets still damp
moments to live by.

Imagine yesterday’s
times we’ve shared
becoming memories
fueling our tomorrows
filled with timeless love.

Now, everyone can see
you belong to me
knowing it’s so
hard to love, still
we share the look
of satisfaction.

— kenne
(With thanks to Leonard Cohn.)

Aria   Leave a comment

Aria-0964 II blogAria (Las Vegas) — Image by kenne

And if blue is an illusion,
what will become of innocence?
What will become of the heart
if Love has no arrows?

— from Autumn Song (November 1918) by Federico Garcia Lorca

 

 

Early Cheesecake   6 comments

early-cheesecake-blog-b-w2_art“Early Cheesecake” — Image by kenne

Hello, Old Girlfriend

I thought about you today,
Taking a big breath.

I thought about yesterday,
Exceeding my grasp.

I thought about time,
Wondering about timeless.

I thought about life,
Asking the question.

I thought about you,
Knowing not what I see.

I thought about what is,
Wondering why?

I thought about the ideal,
Seeking what could have been.

I thought about truth,
Confusing it with facts.

I thought about being,
Becoming aware.

I thought about love,
Touching the feeling.

I thought about Joy,
Feeling her inside.

I thought about the girl,
Where did she go?

I thought about tomorrow
In search of yesterday,

kenne

Bourbon Street In The Rain   2 comments

New Orleans 2007 265 Two Years After B&W Art blog-2Image by kenne

Long weekends 
in our city of escape 
created ownership
that time bought back.

Dreams have replaced 
the amped erogenous
moments, now searching

for new zones.

— kenne

The Rainbow Kid   Leave a comment

Jaxon & Friend Fox-3061 art blog“The Rainbow Kid,” Kenne Jaxon with his friend, Fox,
(Benson Sculpture Garden, “The Conversation” by Magdalen Weiner
Loveland, Colorado) — Image by kenne, July 31, 2017

A little boy
and his friend
always by his side
someone to talk to
someone to comfort
someone to love.

— kenne

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