Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) In memory of my friend Bob McGuinn Be careful of growing old, he tells me.It happens so suddenly over the years.One day you are young, in love, full of energythe next day you are old, loveless, lackingboth muscle mass and strength.The legs are the first to go, he continues,but …
Tao Writer – Presence
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) You were here this morning when I wokelying somewhere between the rays ofthe sun and the dew in the air.Sometimes I feel you at night when my roomis dark and my eyes are unable to focus –A soft weight upon the foot of my bedas if you were lightly …
Tao Writer – Always Another Mountain
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Life is amazing from the time we breathour first breath until the time we exhale our last.But life is not easy. It was never meant to be.Life is meant to be appreciated and enjoyed. Watching hummingbirds hover around the feederWalking barefoot in the desert sand or on an empty …
Tao Writer – I Want
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) I want to write more than words that say I love you. I want to write poetry that fills your heart with ecstasy, your mind with wonder, your body with burning desire. I want to write words which move your eyes to tears, fill your ears with the sweetness of …
Tao Writer – Three O’clock In The Morning
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) I like my coffee black, my whiskey on the rocks, my wine chilled in a flat bottom glass— the way they serve it in Italy. I like my woman in ecstasy, moaning my name out loud. My eggs, scrambled, moist but not runny. I like my sheets and towels …
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Tao Writer – The Crushing Weight Of GoodBye
She told him what had kept her away was Death. But he rejected that excuse—for Death, he said, can never come between lovers. Naguib Mahdouz (December 11, 1911 – August 30, 2006) Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) I never thought the last time we said, “Good bye,” would be the last time. If I …
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Tao Writer – Indigo Blues
Confidence in daybreak modifies dusk. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson It is that deep dark indigo kinda of blues The kind you will most likely get through if you just keep on digging Easier than trying to climb out of the hole you are already in In the indigo blues every one is the same Like a …
Tao Writer – Stand Undiminished – The Poem
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) Taken from my motherland in chains to travel waters unknown by me, to toil in soil unfamiliar to my hands. Forced to speak a language which does not sing. Exploited, enslaved, whipped and hanged. Defined in a constitution as three fifths of a man. I stood beside you in …
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Tao Writer – Moments
Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -) If I could master just one art, it would be the art of letting go: of people I have known and loved, of places I’ve traveled to and lived of sunsets and full moons I’ve witnessed. I would let go of this moment as quickly as it appears, faster …
