“My formula for living is quite simple.
I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night.
In between, I occupy myself as best I can.” — Cary Grant
Your dreamers may dream it
The shadow of a dream,
Your sages may deem it
A bubble on the stream;
Yet our kingdom draweth nigher
With each dawn and every day,
Through the earthquake and the fire
‘Love will find out the way.’
Alfred Noyes
Freedom
by George William Russell
I WILL not follow you, my bird,
I will not follow you.
I would not breathe a word, my bird,
To bring thee here anew.
I love the free in thee, my bird,
The lure of freedom drew;
The light you fly toward, my bird,
I fly with thee unto.
And there we yet will meet, my bird,
Though far I go from you
Where in the light outpoured, my bird,
Are love and freedom too.
A Post Apocalyptic Poem
by Lewis Cavallo
All these days are filled with rust,
With nothing living on the earth’s crust.
Ships and cars and planes and hearts,
Are all that you’ll find,
But who said that the human race has become refined?
Civilization has ended… Yes,
Cultures have been removed… Yes,
Common sense ceases to be relevant… Yes,
But was it not compulsory before?
Perhaps the era of technology has ended,
And most souls of the past have descended,
But we are still human after all…
Aren’t we?
Does a smart phone and a suit and a job and a home,
Make us the humans we have all known,
Or is there something inside of all of us,
Something that helps the wounded,
Instead of our own.
Maybe it’s the feeling inside when we see another,
The rush of excitement, pain, fear and the next world,
To discover.
Maybe it’s the thought of putting down,
What has so much to offer just for your own needs,
Greedy…
Needy…
I don’t see a difference from this world and the last,
Perhaps someone I stumble upon will shut me down fast,
Or perhaps they will nod and walk on, right past.
“What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.” ― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
“I’m not here to grant you the extraordinary love you never had for yourself.
I’m here, on my own accord, to love you. So that when you stare into my
mirror eyes, you may see how extraordinary you are.” ― Kamand Kojouri
Moorish Queen once stood in front of a Cigar Store – Skagway Museum
“To preserve the past is to save the future…” ― Nanette L. Avery
Local Alaskan art.
Maverick Mist 