Tuesday, November 10, 2009
like gathering together a private map
of my world,
transfixed in a moment,
coming and going; arriving and departing,
when I see you, in dream.
How do you do it,
keeping yourself present while absent?
The very air you breathe,
when we're breathing together,
pulls me closer, inward and outward
and, we lie, spread out,
in intimate knowledge
of our faithfulness
in the known
contours we share.
~x~William ~copyright 11/10/2009.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
I've completed a 2nd book of poetry, a companion volume to "The Wind Shall Hear my Words..." [entitled: "...and, The Stars will speak them."]. The book includes some of the poems that have been posted here, as well as some that have gone unpublished.
I hope to send the finished manuscript to the publisher on October 9th, 2009.
As I always say, "onward & upward."
Sunday, October 4, 2009
a piano, softly, plays.
I'm watching the clouds now;
with my thoughts...
...Your fingers, on the keys,
brush the elements:
a body of motion,
is this beauty,
a touch, pierces the heart.
The softness of skin, lingers,
in each subtle touch
...and, You are here,..
I'll open up myself,
We'll embrace the clouds
sharing, each stroke;
each, swept hands, brush.
as I linger here,
half-way to you
and the skies blessings;
Like some love-struck field-hand,
The light, at least, for now, my Love,
`x~William ~ copyright 10/04/09.
[Ps: this poem has been published in another venue]
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Smiley faces, and babbling brooks;
Or, the pursuit of happy books--
Evidence of timely things, stacked upon the shelves
Giving the goose to childish things.
Sometimes, the glee is tamped-down,
And there aren't any cheerful moments.
It is the nature of life, they say, to be as rollicking as a roller-
As large in its emotions as an ocean of tears.
Happy is as happy goes.
If you're smiling now, dear ones,
I've hit the mark.
Today, I've chosen to lean toward your request.
I've chosen to smile
On a rainy day.
`x~William ~copyright~ 09/27/09.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
The way you
Hold your head
in your hands;
an upturned, saucy, smile
tells me all.
I want to be consumed by you;
tied to you.
is what I long for.
in my hands....
`x~William ~~Copyright 09/26/09
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I'll begin with the word, "untitled"; its transparency, and its invisibility,
Heavy with whatever meaning
You'll will it to be. The world will enter here,
Just as unknown, as long as we let it be.
I want to treat each word as a jumper upon a trampoline;
Reaching for the heights, the stars. Keep on, in your den,
Because even the untitled find their place,
In their riches
Always striving toward sensibility
As close as my doorstep,
And, a walk outside.
Believe, I cried,
To a world
Too loud to hear.
Even those things untitled,
Are given a place,
And, the choices we make,
...She said. Walk all those roads,
Settle your sights upon home.
`x~William ~ copyright 09/23/09
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Katrina and now
The remnants still linger,
and time doesn't stand still;
even though, we may
at times think it does.
It is just a trick of the senses,
casting out its reel,
and latching on,
without knowing what
the surface holds.
carry all the weight of changes;
some more subtle than others.
The memory of you
is a fine thing
solid as brick.
In my life,
never seemed harder.
The bag upon my shoulder,
no longer has the heft
of accumulated stones.
singing the years,
like a favorite
Love as always~William~copyright 09/24/2009.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
It's always best not to set your sights too high;
Feeding small animals, or a walk in the park, is enough
For one day.
You can smile,
The years you've worked;
Capturing each patch
Of crab-grass in your hand,
Each moment reached, breached,
And, bridged by concentrated effort.
The world will not be still any longer. There aren't any silent moments
In the City; however, you can wander there
Even in the center of a crowd.
The best years are ahead of you.
Never be fearful of wandering.
Those many roads
Are forever calling.
All the best things come
While spinning your thoughts:
The wind shall hear my words...
...And the stars will speak them.
Let your solitary moments,
`x~William ~copyright 09/08/09
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
we all were,
were your age.
Words were different;
they carried more weight:
a bright bit of typewritten
words seemed solid, lasting
into a Summer's day,
when being solitary
You're finding your voice,
reaching for stars.
We were waiting,
same as you;
something that breathed
`x~William H. Balzac ~ copyright 08/17/2009.
Friday, August 14, 2009
saying, "What's the meaning of this?";
throwing down the gauntlet of its immensity.
Somewhere, a bird lifts itself from the branch,
hovering for just a minute.
like a tribute to progress,
swoops low over a fisherman,
reeling in a bass.
You must capture the moment
all of the fleetingness of numbers enacted in the shadings,
between dawn and dusk.
The eye follows the bird;
with the journey.
`x~William H. Balzac ~ copyright 08/14/2009.
Monday, August 10, 2009
you only have
control over so much;
asking only now
to get from Point A
to Point B.
falls back upon itself;
to love a vacuum.
There will always
Doesn't it feel good,
letting the raindrops
`X~William ~copyright ~ 08/10/09.
Friday, August 7, 2009
your words seem indistinct
like a mosaic of many colors.
Everything falls into place
Time loves a consistent objective
and abhors dilly-dallying,
and small words.
and carry a big stick."
Others, more reserved,
bring to the table
the same-old patterns,
attached to faulty wiring;
of many voices,--electric
--soon to short-out.
As you move forward,
the many points of departure.
carries each word
from the start.
`x~William ~copyright ~ 08/07/09
Monday, August 3, 2009
and black binding
carries an unrecognized heft;
a school-boy's trial with English
like an unlikely teacher's pet.
I still write with an eraser-tipped pencil,
as quick as the eye,
and, the words
as precious as marble.
`x~William ~ copyright~08/03/09.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
A man and woman raise their heads from the pillow, and
Drink new wine. The love-birds, feather their nest.
Somewhere, in the after-Time, they are re-born;
Peaceful Night, for Clinging desire,
Some other fire
`x~William ~ 7/31/09
Monday, July 20, 2009
we gave praise to spaciousness,
while filling in the barrenness
with mud-huts and sticks.
The challenge and promise
to advance, gave sunlight new meaning:
Fields tilled; berries picked; and,
weather reports, occupied the farmer's thoughts
For stretching into Spring seemed an eye's-blink
of each great leap of an accounts book's
I often think of Armstrong's hand;
the way in which it had blocked-out the Earth.
no longer free of an individuals destiny,
seeks the smallness
of great things.
This is what the Sharecropper knew,
as those first steps were taken,
and, our deeds,
in a Timeless, transcendent,
`x~William H. Balzac ~ copyright~7/20/09.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
To live, and not be afraid.
To be all of who you are,
and all of who you can be.
This is where the "rubber meets the road";
the timeless forward march sees us through.
Only to live,
without curses or shouts.
And, only to love,
as the poets do.
`x~William ~ copyright~July 19,2009.
Friday, July 10, 2009
The past can be a blessing or a curse. What advice shall I give? Is it a wanted thing;
now peering at the world with a jaundiced eye?
Capture kindness in your hands, before you leap.
Open yourself to the rough and tumble.
Play the game of love with reciprocation
Enjoy whatever the light or dark brings you.
Move forward, little one,
and carry the good
of all that is given.
love as always, William ~~Copyright: July 10, 2009.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
gathering lines and half-forgotten rhymes, along the way.
What had I learned today?:
You've got to be careful with time,
never to slip back too far
into illusions, fully formed
There, upon the path,
in making new memories;
and abiding to my right,
with History all around me.
`x~William~~~ copyright~ o6/30/o9
Monday, June 29, 2009
I sit in one of the dives
At Jone's Beach
Uncertain and Celebratory
As the clever hopes lift me above
The low dishonest decade:
Waves of empathy and compassion
Circulate over the brilliant
And darkened sandboxes of the earth,
Obsessing over private lives;
The unmentionable gossip of death
Offends the June night.
Accurate court-reporting can
Unearth the whole, bloody, offense
From Luther until now--Post-haste!--
That has driven a culture mad,
Finding Lindsey Lohan lacking,
What beauties imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and a million Iraqis know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return. However, those
Millions were occupied.
Exiled George knew
All that a whisper can say
And what Good People do.
The withering rubbish they spout
To an all-too silent grave;
Analyzed, by Generations of Boomers
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming Vonnegut,
Along with a Mismanagement of the Budget:
We must suffer them
In other more stately guises
Into this Swiss-like air
Where blind skyscrapers reach
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Soul,
Each wordsmith pours their vain
But who can live for long
In an Cabana's dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
With Michael Jackson faces
And the international String Quartet,
bids us all farewell!
Faces along the bar
Cling to their sweaty pints:
The lights must be lit on the porch,
The music must speak for them All,
All the tongue-waggers conspire
To make this Arsenal-punter's abode
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we stand,
Lost in a hallowed wood,
Soft dreams of armies at Night
Who've never been coddled or shunned.
The militant clowns
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Newman wrote
Is true of the satiric heart; so,
What me worry?, aye,
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man who
Craves marriage, along with
Not universal love
But to be loved as you would a
From the Conservative Jive
Into the eternal life
The dense commuters come,
(Paying the bitched fare-hike)
Repeating their morning vow;
'I will be true to the conductor,
I'll concentrate more upon savings,'
And helpless governors wake
To resume their Sanford-like games:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach them when they're 6,ooo friggin'
Who can speak for these idiots!!!!!?
All I have is a voice
And, blessed is this
'Cause I'm losing it.
The romantic lie upon beach towels,
Of the sensual man-in-the-grey-felt-hat,
And the lie of Atlas
Whose statues grope the breasts of
There is no such thing as the next Day,
And no one exists on a pill-box;
Hunger allows tummy-rumbles
To the People or the Coppers;
We must love one another or Fly!.
Defenseless under the sunscreen
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, quite speckled, everywhere,
Ironic points of confusion
Flash out wherever TMZ
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and Erections,
Beleaguered by the same
Newer words and desperate prose,
Show an affirming flame.
x,William H. Balzac. 6/30/09
Sunday, June 28, 2009
it'll be very easy to say,
these sure did hold up well
Maybe, a bit grainy,
in the subtle shifts
as the There and Then
the Here and Now
We see the beanstalk
amongst the cabbages
lifting its lofty head
above all the rest
ever a cock-Eyed optimist
taking in all of the Orders,
Who was it, by God,
behind the camera,
hands quite shaken. Could be drink;
however, we all seem so happy,
as in a holiday
Sunset now and the Chinese lamps are lit
the gatherings remain
`x~William copyright 6/28/o9
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
the veil was lifted
and, no more cudgels
were blocking your sight;
no more, chanting,
shatter the night.
Falling, from the shoulders,
you were surely
by Our eyes.
"Be not afraid,"
spoke a familiar voice:
....Swift in flight,
to a song
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
there's some new grass up,
where there used to be dirt.
The Old tree,
tells a new tale;
in its top-most branches,
budding further away
from its Winter lashings.
I sit in my tee-shirt sleeves,
praising the warmth on my face;
writing of the ripples upon water,
the stories, within circles,
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
each ripple of the water
as they fade,
from the surface.
So many skiffs have traversed the shore,
stargazers, with compass in hand.
truly is a journey.
The landlubber sees beauty in this.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
[I swear, I did not intentionally set out to sound like an English Gentleman on Masterpiece Theater: "Re-GaaaaaaaRD!" ~lol!
You're a superhero,
would you believe me?
You're not the "Oh-oh-oh,"
in a comic book balloon.
[No, you're so much more valuable than this;
and, quite frankly, the betterment of society is at stake!]
Each one of you have the power to change the world;
your journey begins,
not in some far-off-place,
but here, on solid ground.
Carry goodness in your heart and mind,
and justice will see you through.
We need superheroes today,
the old ones say.
Believe, my children...
`x~William. copyright-May 11,2009. 3:17PM.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Beyond his door-step, is where he'd find whatever the world had to offer him. It wasn't time for fear, or the thrusting out of perspired palms.
In keeping with ideals, hard fought, his vision carried losses, only the strong-willed could see.
On his walks, the inclement land renewed itself,
and the old trees sheltered him.
Many years of schoolyard antics
buzzed his awareness,
turning insects into object lessons,
along brooks and rivers,--
the leaf fall, was reward and punishment--
while the hammer's swing, echoed the promise of home.
"Don't touch that it'll burn your hand!,"
was the first indication someone would save him.
The healing would come in teaspoons,
shared sugar bowls, and moderate drinking.
He'd never take his friends for granted. The long-haul, beyond his door
all too big
When giving it all, regardless of rain, the smallness of towns expand,
the minor keys
become swallowed by fate;
and, the childhood he remembers,
Monday, May 4, 2009
I'm a big-time reader. I love reading and writing with a passion. Every two weeks I check two books out of the library. I read the blogs in my Google Reader (sometimes, I comment..sometimes, I don't; however, if I don't comment that doesn't mean I wasn't interested or captured by what I'd read. There have been times I've been rushed off the computer and I've gone back to the site and re-read...And, then, left a comment. It's those blogs I return to, again and again and again..those are my favorites!)
I have lot's of favorite blogs. Lots! So many, in fact, this post would probably take up all of the space provided by Blogger, were I to give it the old College try, listing blogs, as if they were the Forbes 500 [w/o, the Drug cartel, of course]
When I think of blogger's who I'd love to meet, or blogger's I'd love to have as a friend, the list narrows down a bit; (yes,...Lil Bit's on that list. Thanks for the Award, s/h) and, several writers leap to mind. I smile, while thinking of them; thinking of the way they challenged my expectations and helped me see life from a different perspective; thinking, how very fine the writing itself is; and, with a step away, how the images or words made me say to myself, "That's just perfect..just right."
It is to these I set my sight upon first, as I travel this "Matrix" [Lil Bit's word], this Universe, of blogs....the list, ever expanding, grows with each journey of reading.
The "Favorite" Award:
These peeps I've found on my travels. They are like stars. Some are poets, others make me smile, and think at same time.
Number One :
"My Bedroom Blog."
If you're Single, (like me) you'll love this blog. Amy has a sense of humor and a spirit that shines each week. Friday's have turned into a day to step-back, before I step out, take a little trip over to Amy's, and read what she's happy about. Reading her, (trust me) will make you happy...You may be looking for love; however, if you read Amy you'll find a compatriot. She's wise, witty, and I'd give my wisdom-teeth to share a Moca (at Starbucks) w/ her.
note: I just realized all my favorites & friends are Women.
"Sex, Lies, and Dating In The City"
In the Universe of blogs, there are many venues! Some peeps are not available in my Google Reader; however, this does not stop me from reading (or, venturing into other spaces.) Single Girl is a New Yorker. She's got the goods on Online Dating and she'll tell you (women & men) exactly what can happen when wandering the (sometimes) shark invested waters of the dating experience. With humor, and honesty, she pursues relationships and finds the value in the journey. As a reader, you are welcomed to share your own views, insights, and advice.
She is a valuable resource.
You'll find her blog at onsugar.com ... Single Girl is the sugar in my coffee.
[To Be Continued].....What are you reading??
So now, after a bit of absence, let me continue:
Sometimes, our lives call back to us. Even as we grow, and reach further, beyond the conflicts of youth, the past seems all- too- ready to speak. It comes from a deep place, those stories of our lives; in fiction, the lives referred to are "characters," invented with shades of truth and experience.
Shania's blog is pristine in it's raw moments. She's delved into the trials we all can empathize with, and articulates her experience without sentimentality; gems, of reality, shining upon the page. Recognition, for the reader, builds, with each post read.
This blog is an evolving memoir...
...As such, it requires a commitment to read each part/post and stay with each episode..
Shania's "thoughts" are powerful, well stated, and provocative. Her Journey, from Cali To
Canada, is another new "favorite."
Onward, more "favorites"!
"Sarah's Blogtastic Adventures"
>> Life is an adventure. We chart the course, sometimes, without a map, bumping into situations that give meaning to the day-to-day. Sarah, in her "blogtastic" way, travels the road less traveled and gives smiling testimony to what Magazine Editors call, "Personal Essay" ...She comes across as the kind of person you'd love to sit and chat with , over a flaky croissant. The voice of reason shines with humor. Her life and love of John Denver (yes, I'm a fan of "you fill up my senses ('hummmmm') like a night in the forest") are given their due.
>> I can only sing, with praise....
>>Go say, "hey" to Sarah. She's a goodin', as my Grandma used to say. You'll be glad you did! :)
Are you a fan of Winnie The Pooh? Do you suppress the urge to sing the Tigger song, while jumping up and down? Are factoids a curious part of your daily ritual; learning something (about something) you know a lil about, but never knew why "Dat Camel don't sneeze????"
If you answered yes to any of the above questions Christine's blog is for you. Her wit and range of research carries the day. There is a world of things out there you cannot possibly know everything about; however, if you like Trivial Pursuit(s) Christine is a one-stop-shop for giggles....and, all those moments you shook your head and said,
"I never knew that! That's so funny/strange/interesting/amazing/ridiculous/gentle, yet firm/fill-in-the-blank, cuz you're a smarty-pants now!"
Trust me, this blog is a necessary experience.
Christine is a wonderful, generous, blogger.
~~jumping up & down!
Go.....and, catch da habit!
[To be Continued....]
Monday, April 13, 2009
The NMF is grateful to Discovery Health for their interest and to the members of the Marfan community who were involved in the filming, including Michael Murray, his mom, NMF Board member Karen Murray, their family members and friends; the Kravitz family (especially Jeremy); Dr. Bruce Gelb and Dr Zvi Maron.
Please check your local listings for the time and channel Discovery Health airs Mystery Diagnosis in your area. It is also available on satellite tv.
The above is a copy of an e-mail, sent to me, from The Marfan Foundation. As some of you may know, I was diagnosed with Marfan Syndrome when I was 15 years old. If you would like to know more about this genetic disorder, its diagnosis and treatment, you can tune into Discovery Health tonight.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Have a great weekend.
PS: 4/08/09 : I'll have another "Favorite" posted tomorrow [Thursday!]....
Here's a new favorite song/Video for your entertainment!
Monday, March 30, 2009
long nights, and bursts
his thoughts returned
to far-away people;
solitary beings, just as relevant as he.
He pauses the song,
and reaches back with his mind;
a calm container
`x~William / copyright: 03/30/09.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
In my mind's eye, I can still see her;
a shimmer of doubt,
upon her face,--
recalling, with forgiveness,
every fearful prognostication,
falling upon the heads of children
like me --
so perfect in their comfort--
a wooden plaque,
she'd bestowed upon
`x~William ~ copyright-03/21/09.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
recently, Lil Bit, awarded this to me!
Here are the rules:
“These blogs are exceedingly
charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”
Eight??? Okay!...I'll try![j/k...I have lot's of friends, honest injin!]
But, be-4 I list my 8 blogger buddies, let me postulate (extemporaneously) upon my dear friend, Lil Bit. She, in her friendship to me, has shown the utmost respect & has seen me through many of life's lil storms. Lil Bit is the kind of friend, who with humor & grace makes you feel as if you truly count for something in this life. She is a super, super, writer, and her gifts in "story-telling" are truly remarkable. This is a friend, who I've never met in-person, and yet, I hope to meet one day. Truth: This friend has extended my life.
I cherish her friendship. Thank you, Lil Bit, for being my friend.
Tomorrow, (Saturday night) I'll rustle up 8 bloggers who I either have as a friend
or, I'd like to be my friend (peeps I have commonality with; shared interests, etc, etc, etc)
[Lil Bit said, "Do with it what you will" :) (with the Award, that is.)]
In the meantime, "click" Lil Bit's name above, or her name in the side-bar. Go say, "hey!"...trust me, she's a super person. Love you, Lil Bit.
`x~William/Bill. 12:24 AM
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Have I said to you everything
that’s needed to say?
While the words pull at me,
a spent cigarette smolders in the safety-tray,
a car moves, screeching, up the road,
a kid confronts the probable conflicts of the street.
Have I told you of all I worry about?
All the worries of my mis-spent youth,
calling back to you;
recalling the presence of doubts and fears,
and the unasked tingle up the spine:
A darkened vision of the dead man,
lying next to a coffee table.
The memory of a loss conjures these things.
I’m clasping my chest, recalling the absence,
the shock, I felt
on a day like any other:
That empty chair,
tugging at me,
in its solidity;
the silence, encompassing the circle
of a hard lesson learned.
`x~William ~copyright, 03/06/09.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
She sleeps in a blue colored dovecote and runs through green colored fields, getting closer;
pulling me closer,
endlessly, into her arms.
Somehow, we always awaken together:
Shared, merged, a fantasy, uninhibited, and sipped like a new glass of red wine.
Her eyes behold the same things I've taken in.
note to self: drop those commas!!!!!!
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Around midnight, the few sparks gathered in an open meadow. These fierce pebbles debated the validity of fire. The water-carriers chirped in defense of the fields. Somebody, held them in check for a Season.
It was love, pure and simple, which brought these bodies together into some semblance of harmony. No Creator could hasten the pieces from falling into place.
The knowledge taken from a tree teaches limits; its rings chart destinies unseen.
If time itself were to collapse, forward motion would be irrelevant. Everything we hold as new would seem like dust particles; here today, gone tomorrow.
We pick things up, turning them in our hands, reaching towards light.
Only in sharing love, the give and take of Ages, do we find the relics to treasure.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
If I do,
don't be afraid.
Every thing of newness has its rewards and punishments.
When I began,
I was nothing more than a dribble-filled saucer's worth
of half-formed articulations and each vowel sound was music
to my mother's ears and when the time came for over-abundance I let loose
I might add,
to say some thing
`x~William H. Balzac ~02/18/o9~10:43PM.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
In these Uncertain Times
We need Poetry.
We call the shots
and call out
as they float
their Golden parachutes.
between para-graphs written
and simple-man wisdom
We see Ourselves...
Us, merging with them;
as luminous as Our
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Let me write myself
in a corner
and, dare to call it my own:
Its textures were dimpled at birth;
and, the eyes have always had it.
Let whatever wisdom carried
more stately clothes.
Let the Light that shines on all
be ever in my grasp.
I praise this day
and my lonely soul
its worth.WHB~copyright: 02/12/09.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
each small step
sends ripples, circles, outward from this place.
There is no better comfort than boldness in times like these;
times, bespeaking, unsteadiness.
There is also the age factor to be wary of:
On solid ground,
your footfalls are leaving small traces
of your Soul.
[Do you not know this? The path widens your perspective, Child. Open your eyes, breathe.]
Do not attempt to pull me back. Daylight shall find me older today…
…The water is stirred, no matter what words escape my lips…
…Only circles of Time perceives them. I’ll carry myself, straight as the Dutch Elm,
a mirror of growth;
in the stream.
Friday, January 30, 2009
There are moments, I know, when nothing can be expressed;
no words spoken, aloud. The failure of language becomes completely exposed,
like the maple tree in my front yard,
leafless and cold.
We set such a premium upon the spoken word,
little knowing the history its seen:
Old, black, men on porches
Even, in the pause
and taking in of breath,
silence has its place.
When my silver-tongue ceases to speak
I’ll take my cue from these:
Bound and boundless
can find them.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
The middle class will still be impelled to look downward,
The boxcar will only be a memory,
fading in the distance.
The peddler will forever be knocking on the backdoor.
Someday, my princess will come.
I can play around, and laugh, all I want.
All I need is more
In between trains,
my sight transcends clarity.
The stiff-fingered boy
The old man shakes his head
The thought moves on,
as a ticket is punched.
I can play around, and laugh,
all I want.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
- I'm in a really scattered mood. In every word,
- my dear, you'll find a blessing
- or, a curse.
- Don't step on my tie,
- break my session
- with passion,
- ride the train with strangers.
- If you happen to catch me talking to myself,
- pat me on the back,
- and say,
- Where ya goin'?
- (These days, it's the only relevant question.)
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
We can question Ourselves
until the last breath,
all the struggles
I've carried the suitcase
of your Life:
The walk to the Station,
and the ride,
on the tracks,
in my Heart,
I recognized the Child.
What we experience
is not a burden,
it's a Life.]
with a Devil at Our heels.
among the Quiet,-- stalling, before it starts--
You'll hear the murmur
of Our Days:
between Connections, never made...
...and, the Silence,
Monday, January 5, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
In every writers life there are those who touch, inspire, and encourage.
A book would not be complete without a dedication & acknowledgment to
the people who have brought so much to the written words I’ve managed to
give voice to.
And so, before the words are read, or spoken, I enscribe these words upon the page,
For, my brother, Joseph Edward Balzac,
and, my sister, Elizabeth Vaas.
With love, always,
For my father, Joseph Daniel Balzac.
And, last, but certainly, not least :
In memory, of my mother, Dorothy Balzac.
(Love is forever * Festina Lente)
There are so many friends who I’d like to mention.
They all, played a part in encouragement and support. This small book, in
no small part, couldn’t have seen completion without their presence in my life:
Francesca Clement; Maureen; David & Joanna Samija; Radical Vixen;
Scarlett; Elosia James; Lil Bit; Lisa Q; Rose; Dandelion Tamer; Butterfly
Temptress; Ryan Ashford; Tara T.; Tey; Joss Loner; Rick Mobbs; Catalina R.;
Padme & Anakin; Misty; Clare McNally; Diane Fortuna; Michelle (brat); Valeria,
and, finally, Emma Bishop. You are all on my Hit Parade…and, I thank you.
In my family:
Anne Balzac: You’ve always been a fair critic and good reader of my
Kathleen Balzac: You have a wonderful eye. I love your photographs. You
are a writer, too, niece. I admire your words, as well.
A special mention must go to The National Marfan Foundation, in Port
Washington, New York.
Thank you, for keeping me informed and healthy.
**___William H. Balzac —11/1/08
pushes past the settled–
coming to rest like a fallen leaf.
Eventually, we might see an expansion of riches:
Blown bits of our misfortune;
lifted by Angels
or, an unknown opportunity,
crying for tomorrow.