WIND IN THE TREES
Love each Other and the Earth. And Laugh ... a LOT.
About Me
- Name: Wood Man
I am a healthy and anatomically complete human male who has roamed this planet since the year the first animal went into space (it was a Russian dog).
Sunday, March 06, 2016
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Requiem
A woman who knows how to be
Kind and honest, cheerful, sweet,
Devoted, loyal, tender meat,
Fit and healthy, full of life,
Knows the duties of a wife,
Takes good care of what she’s got,
Not concerned with what she’s not.
She doesn’t have to be sublime
As long as I can call her mine
And rock the endless night away
In passionate and loving play.
tsk/12/13/07
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Cold Day
Tears in the night, as if it mattered!
Love gone wrong, but who’s to say
If it could last another day?
So short - the time we shared a dream
No, wait - was mine alone, it seems.
Her way is clouded by the past
And my way once again is lost.
Should I wait? Is she long gone?
Was I always very wrong?
No stone unturned to win her love
But now I’m like an unmatched glove
Left behind without a care -
She can make another pair!
And I, discarded, incomplete,
Broken heart in full retreat.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
No Answers
Wild girl, why do you run from me
Fragile child, where will you hide
Is there a jewel within your breast
Is there a fell monster inside
Do you think I can find bliss and not know
Frightened victim, who is your enemy
Is it the man who loves you so
Is there yet something I have not tried
Heart under siege, why won’t you surrender
Are you afraid to be satisfied
passion
the only girl that i dream of
the only fear i have is losing you;
of all there are, you are the one
your smile is brighter than the sun
if you were gone, don‘t know what i would do.
i touch your face your neck your arms
intoxicated by your charms
desire propels me like a speeding train;
your skin is softer than a kiss
i know that love should feel like this
when we are close together once again.
my fingers thrill all through your hair
i come for you to take you there
and every move i make is for your cries;
my life is hanging on your lips
my love is riding on your hips
the glory of the world is in your thighs.
baby, say that i’m the one
pull the trigger on my gun
your love is the greatest of them all;
i’ll never leave you that’s a fact
just keep my loving heart intact
and i’ll be yours until the mountains fall.
tsk/06/05/07
Monday, March 19, 2007
Waiting For A Train
Long trip made me late
How much more ground to cover
To reach my sunshine state?
Hasn’t been vacation
The shit that I’ve been through
Some folks use me badly
Some folks use me true
Many stops seemed good enough
But nothing felt just right
Hopped another moving car
Running from the night
Spent some time at this stop
Looking for the grail
Drank from a very lovely cup
But I still see the rails
Back out on the platform
Maybe one more ride
If this don’t get me home, lord
Where will I abide?
Thought that I’d be there now
Sun is sinking fast
Into a land that burns my eyes
Hope this ride is my last.
tsk/03/19/07
Saturday, March 10, 2007
03/11/72
And brought to earth a precious jewel
An angel born in karmic hope
has won my love with purest heart
So many years it took to find
of lesser loves and lovers lost
At long long last an end has come
who knows my pain and by whose love
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Dark Horse
When we’re entwined and room is still, what awful demons haunt your sleep?
Your spirit flies not in blue skies but in a void that's dark and cold;
Time and again you tried to soar but, as before, your wings were sold.
Virtue ripped from tender grasp, mocked and trampled in the rain;
Poisoned feelings, twisted sight, you sought delight to ease the pain.
Dressed in robes your demons chose, not to adorn but to enclose
Your heart’s true light beneath a shroud and fill your nights with ill repose.
Unbidden Fate brought to your door unlikely knight astride dark horse
To carry maiden from the keep and set upon a different course.
My sweet angel! Lift your face and bathe in love that’s good and true!
Strength is my sword, Honor my shield; faithfully will I serve you.
tsk/01/23/07
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Sock Drawer
Sock drawer vomits threadbare twins
While cobweb curtains dance
In a dirty drafty window.
Flophouse rats dart about,
Chasing shallow indulgence
And swirling smoke.
The future is all things
That could be done tomorrow;
The sun is a videogame TV.
tsk/10/31/06
Time (2006)
Reluctant Time, cruelly you drag winged feet
While lovers ache in slow motion.
Impatient Time, you flee when bodies are joined,
Like the half-seen flash of a falling star on water.
Greedy Time, when I am with her,
You devour the night that I would savor slowly.
Elusive Time, shapeless yet tangible,
You are sand between my helpless fingers.
Precious Time, your treasures are mine;
I steal your moments to hold forever.
tsk /10/16/06/
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Ascension
The leaves underfoot are distant, disconnected;
Blue sky fills me and surrounds me -
My heart has learned to fly once more.
The damned is redeemed! The convict released!
To live and to laugh, unchained;
The shackles of the past are broken.
The fire of life rekindles a light in my eyes.
Vision captures beauty; beauty ignites desire;
Desire (old friend) awakens dreams almost forgotten.
With purpose, the journey is resumed -
I mark my destination and a new journey unfolds.
Shedding my coat of sorrow, I am free to ascend.
tsk /16/10/06/
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
For Andi
Your love touches me
Like a gentle breeze you kiss my skin
Cool and soft you soothe me
Carrying the songs of birds and angels
To my heart.
Your love touches me
Like the magnificent Sun
Your warmth awakens and revives me
Burning away despair and sadness and fear
In the golden light of your smile.
Your love touches me
Like a flower petals open
A beacon to my hunger you tempt me with nectar
And I fall into your silken center
Intoxicated, satisfied, spent.
tsk/08/28/06
Saturday, June 03, 2006
What is Good Blogging?
The ones that I find interesting have certain things in common.
First of all, there is content. A good variety of topics make a blog a favorite. Sometimes it's opinion, current events, sometimes history, architecture, relationships, literature, sports, humor, personal interests. Sometimes it's a rant. But not if someone rants all the time about the same thing. Sometimes its amusing and sometimes educational. Variety is the Spice.
Second, it should be well-written. Of course there are typos - I've made a few! Phrasing, spelling and punctuation, if thoughtfully applied, make the writing more enjoyable to read. Creative sentence structures are good if they are clear. Otherwise, it may be hard to decipher the writer's meaning. People tend to write the way they speak in this kind of informal forum, so it is often easy to infer something of one's personality from their blog, regardless of the topic.
Attitude has a huge impact on interest level. Regardless of one's state of mind at any time, overall the blogger ought to be positive and upbeat: likeable. No thanks to rude, arrogant, self-centered egotists with senseless prejudices and narrow minds.
Complexity is delightful in a blog. Yes! Give us more sound and reference links and lots of photos. Links to relevant sites from a blog give the reader a chance to embark on a journey of any length he chooses into your world of interests. Audio and video links provide opportunities to explore the arts and the real world. News feeds are great, and revealing of the blogger. Photos and other graphics can be wonderful ways to expose one's view of reality to the world. We see your eyes, appearance, lifestyle, interests, acquaintances & family. We infer personality from these as well as from the writing.
Personal information doesn't have to be exhaustive. Gender, age, nationality, what you like. Some pictures. Nice to know where you're coming from, but don't want to read your Diary!
Always fresh makes a blog an enduring favorite. Update display photos, change the Blast (and the blast Link) regularly, share your music, hobbies and philosophy. I like to see a multi-dimensional person jump off the page and grab my attention. And I like to feel as though I know the blogger better and like him or her more every time I visit.
A Siren Song
Nymph, my dark-haired Lorelei,
with cunning charms drew me inside
a prison of my tortured mind,
has made a place where Love can die.
Long-lost my golden garden where
in poverty two loves did share
and hope, though dim, before me lay
‘til silk illusions changed our way.
The road to Now led through dark times:
a war we fought between the lines.
We came, we saw, we came again
but did not conquer in the end.
And blameless to this day you claim
what’s best for you and have no shame
for shattered lives and the broken dreams
of a man and the child he never sees.
When Time has left you with its prize -
your youth is gone - you’ll realize
it’s all gone wrong. You had control
but the price is your empty, lonely soul.
tsk/05/31/06
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Raised in the Woods
The property was predominantly forested; only about forty acres were still clear, and they served, intermittently, as cropland and pasture for a local farmer. A smallish fast-flowing river bisected the lower hundred acres at the bottom of a deep valley it had carved over eons. It wasn't deep enough for any kind of boat in most places, but the trout loved it, and so did we. In one corner of the upper hundred acres an even smaller brook cut through the property, on its way to feed the river a mile or so to the southeast. Dad called the land "Fiddler's Green", after the fabled final resting place of his Korean War comrades, U.S. Army "Tankers" defending the Chorwon Valley against the Chinese.
When Dad finally returned from his last combat tour (Vietnam 1969) he chose retirement, and Fiddlers Green was the place to do it. My brother and I were 14 and 16 years old, respectively, and provided a good supply of free labor for the enterprise. I say "enterprise" because retirement had nothing to do with idleness, at least not yet! We left Mum and Sis back in civilization (small town in Maine) for the time it took us to build a house in New Brunswick. It took all summer and part of the autumn to make it weathertight and habitable.
During construction, we three lived in my great-grandfathers original house, long vacant (except when we visited) and, although electrified, it had no running water. The old barn was long gone, replaced by a large wild raspberry patch, thriving in acidic soil created by so much decayed manure! Of course there was no smell, just black fertile soil. We kept a couple of barn cats around to control the rodents and hauled our water from a spring near the river.
A professional contractor poured the foundation and we headed for the woods. With chain saws and a draft horse, we cut and snigged from our own forests all the trees we needed to build. They came back from the mill as boards, two-by-fours, two-by-sixes, two-by-eights, eight-by-eights and even clapboards from cedar trees that grew down by the river. It was a baptism by fire for a teenager destined to spend most of his life in the woods. The work was hard but the satisfaction was enormous, and it shaped me both physically and spiritually.
Even after we had begun construction with our milled lumber, we returned often to cut more logs for lumber, firewood (for the old woodstove in the homestead) and pulpwood to sell. I can't tell you how many thousands of board feet we cut, but it was monumental for "an old man and two teenagers" (Dad's words). We built a sprawling ranch-style home over a full basement plus stables for (ultimately) thirteen saddle horses. Oh, yes, we also had to exercise the two mares we started with while we built, and before long, we had acquired an Arabian stallion and another mare and the herd grew quickly. But that came later.
By Fall, we were weathertight and Mum came over. Sis got married and never joined us there. We boys started school and managed to settle in. Because our land was nine miles from town, we continued to spend most of our time in the woods and on the land. We built fences to contain the horses and we rode. We grew oats and hay and we rode. We repaired fences and enlarged the stables and we rode. We cut pulpwood and firewood to sell and we rode.
It was hard and it was magical, and I wouldn't trade it for anybody else's teen experience!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Wind In The Trees
Wind in the trees
Young leaves flutter
Dancing in idle productivity
Softly whisper heaven’s hope
Birdsong, fledgling achievement
Fondled by sunshine and heady ether.
Wind in the trees
Old leaves clatter
A rumor of war; fury rising
Frantic in the shadows below
Earth riddled by new bunkers
Flight in the face of certainty.
Wind in the trees
Dead leaves scatter
Pushed madly like smoke
Before the cruel breath of Chaos
Naked branches, headless horseman
Millions of souls blown away.
tsk /02/20/06/
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Intolerance
In recent history - in the West at least - we’ve outgrown a lot of that. We recognize racial and gender equality, religious freedom, free speech and other licenses of the individual to ‘do his own thing‘. That is not to say that we’ve abandoned suspicion or even paranoia - far from it - but we have moved significantly along the continuum from intolerance to tolerance, and I think most people would agree that’s a good thing.
At the same time, it seems to me that we’ve lost the ability to accommodate different points of view, in a way. Specifically, we don’t understand people whom we see as being less tolerant than we are: people who are still afflicted with “righteous blinders“, as I like to call them. They exist within our own society, where they are increasingly marginalized by the ‘enlightened’ majority. More importantly, they exist in vast numbers in other societies, and they pose a serious threat to us and to themselves.
Consider the so-called anti-Islamic Cartoons. Modern Christians have become accustomed to joking about God, Jesus, the Church. It’s symptomatic of a growing secularism and part of our learning to be tolerant has been and continues to be the loss of things held sacred. Muslims, on the other hand, have not traveled so far down this road. Granted, there are many secularists. Many modern Muslims have the same disdain for religious zeal that the preponderance of western Christians do. They’re not stupid and they’re not ignorant. But why do the Cartoons create such a stir?
Islam is no more a single religion than Christianity. It has its sects and no shortage of strife among them. That much is obvious. Like Christianity, it also has it’s share of individuals who need the structure and the dogma to help them cope with the realities of a life that is often very hard. And they fight among themselves about it. But if you think their intolerance for one another is bad, it’s nothing compared to what they can put together in the face of an outside threat.
Ordinary citizens in the middle east, educated and aware individuals, believe it is the conscious agendas of governments and organizations that have stirred up the ire of Muslims to react violently to the Cartoons, as if they were yet more evidence that the Christians are out "to get them". It’s a classic case of Us vs. Them. Uniting Muslims against the Infidel is pretty much the only way you can unite them. They are such a diverse group of people, spread all across the globe, and in much of their range they are politically oppressed, and many of them recognize it.
So what to do? Ah, now we really have to be tolerant. Responding in kind to expressions of hate serves only evil purposes. If it is indeed time to circle the wagons, then I suggest what the West must do is to include the Muslim community inside the circle. They are not the enemy. Those who seek to subject them are the enemy. Those who lie and mislead them, painting pictures of enemies to be feared and to be fought, merely to enslave them with that fear are the enemy. Tyrants and fanatics. People who are militantly intolerant and people who exploit them for political purposes.
We are taught to love our enemies - does anybody do that anymore? In fact, it is the only strategy with any hope of success. We must bring the Muslim community into our circle of wagons - learn to understand them, accept them and show respect for them. Meet them as Brothers and Friends. It all starts with communication. Then comes understanding. Then Trust, Co-operation, Unity, Progress, Peace.
We have the greatest communication tool ever devised by Man at your fingertips. Probably the greatest use to which we can put it is the pursuit of Peace.
Earthy Matters
My affinity for forests is not a secret. I have spent many, many, many hours in forests - day and night, summer and winter, sunshine and rain. I have played there, worked there, slept there, lain awake there and sometimes just walked - or sat - and looked - and listened. Forests are temples to Life itself. Consider the variations of light, color, texture, materials, elevation, temperature, humidity, turbidity, media, size, scale and interdependence of everything you see. It's all necessary and it's all good - from the standpoint of the Life itself.
A patch of forest could easily be dismissed by the unenlightened as useless or barren simply because he has not the vision to see the panoply of Life right under his nose. "It's just a few trees, and, look, they're even too crooked to saw a board out of, and too small to make much of a fire. And, geez, the ground is pretty mucky, too, what's up with that?" Untold billions of organisms, to start with. From the tiniest microbes that infest the soil to the creepy crawlies, insects, spiders, frogs, salamanders, snakes, rodents, birds, ruminants, carnivores - all the way up to the Man, sentient being, blessed with unmatched self-awareness and cursed with so precious little awareness of anything else. Destined to dominate and destroy, to feed his egocentric mind and propagate his body in profligate comfort. Rampant consumer of resources, Man tends to judge a forest by its utilitarian and measurable attributes. How much can I sell that lumber for? How much will people pay for that building lot by the river? Where can I bag a nice big buck this Fall? Can I get a road built through that low spot or does it have to be drained first?
Admittedly, I have exploited forests at different times in my life, sometimes for the benefit of my family and sometimes for the direct benefit of others; always out of necessity and never egregiously. But exploitation has not been the pattern of my life. Add up my ecological balance sheet and you will find me to have protected and replenished the Forest in far greater measure than I have made it give up for my sake or for others. When the
As a species we must learn to walk more softly on this planet and consume it less. Anyone can do it and Everyone should. I'm not saying "don't kill animals" or "don't cut trees". It's about balance and its about discipline. Do we NEED to use so much wood from endangered trees? Do we NEED to hang all those bearskins on the wall? We sure don't wrap ourselves in them for warmth anymore. I want people to think about the choices they make every day of their lives. Those choices affect countless other lives, and not just the dumb animals, mister. Think about your children. Leave them something. Hope, at least.
Background
I am an American male born in 1957 in the State of
My father served in
It was just after he left the Army that our family moved to
I studied Business at University and did rather well. School was never much of a problem for me. My career has encompassed forestry, manufacturing, information technology, industrial supply and real estate. I am versatile and quick to learn, but after a while in one place, I grow bored and restless, and ready to move on to find new challenges. I suspect it is the result of having become accustomed to moving around a lot for the first fifteen years of my life. The most consistent threads in my career have been the emphasis on resources (forestry) and the function of management.
After thirty-five years in
I have been told that other people see me as lively, charming, amusing, practical, and interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to my head. They also see me as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.
As a youth, I was trained in the Equestrian arts while in
My most serene pleasure is to be outdoors, preferably in the forest. My high school days and much of my subsequent career were concerned with forestry and it is there that I am most at ease.
My greatest hope for the future is that my daughters can live in a world at peace; that they will enjoy good health, freedom, respect and opportunity; that they will become good stewards of our planet and cause others to do likewise.
I know that I am fortunate to have enjoyed a life of privilege and plenty. I am grateful to my family and to my Country for these blessings. I am happy and proud to be an American.