Saturday, February 27, 2016

God is Harsh

(C) Megan Greenlee

God is harsh
She sits long legged 
Along the marsh
Each strand razor edged

Shaved away
This stranger reflecting 
Light to day
Their deceptions bring

Mirrors leave
Away my lover
Holding me
Under my cover

Please help me
Be a better friend
To the sea 
That watches our men

In our hearts
Faces tucked so deep
Where feared parts
Hold messes we keep

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Our Stars to Sow

(c)Megan Greenlee
Our Stars to Sow 

On that cold cold night
In the bleak of the dark
When the early morning stars
Faded into the days to come
I longed for their return 
From the heavens not so far away
Perhaps they might blow a tender kiss
Or clasp my loving hands 
Gently as the winds blew
Just a sign to show they were loved
More than they ever knew
And each we all believed in
For to those who crossed their path 
They gave from all their heart 
They never left my side 
Or friends near and far in need
Their only curse was their beautiful mind
That got the better of their deeds
Which shed knowledge upon the living
Yet left only to spread their seeds
These seeds we sow 
Help this world to be in place
When some days can shake 
And remind the waters of its grace
These kind of friends 
Are softer than they look
You have to keep an eye on
When the stars get foggy
And you can't see through their mist
Feel them despite the afar 
As one might just vanish
Deep into life's fragile abyss.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Love Transcends... Man's Search for Meaning

“Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality. No one can become fully aware of the very essence of another human being unless he loves him. By his love he is enabled to see the essential traits and features in the beloved person; and even more, he sees that which is potential in him, which is not yet actualized but yet ought to be actualized. Furthermore, by his love, the loving person enables the beloved person to actualize these potentialities. By making him aware of what he can be and of what he should become, he makes these potentialities come true.” 

“Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in its spiritual being, his inner self. Whether or not he is actually present, whether or not he is still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance.” 

― Viktor E. FranklMan's Search for Meaning

Sunday, October 20, 2013

You Learn

You Learn
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, 

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security. 

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises, 

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much. 

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. 

And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth… 
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn.

“A writer – and, I believe, generally all persons – must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource. All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.” ~ Jorge Luis Borges

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Monday, November 5, 2012

The bottom is sound and all will be well...

Valentino Pier, Red Hook Brooklyn NYC
(c)Megan Greenlee Photography
When sorrow comes, let us accept it simply, as part of life. Let the heart be open to pain; let it be stretched by it. All the evidence we have says that is the better way. An open heart never grows bitter. Or if it does, it cannot remain so. In the desolate hour, there is an outcry; a clenching of the hands upon emptiness; a burning pain of bereavement, a weary ache of loss. But anguish, like ecstasy, is not forever, there comes a gentleness, a returning quietness, a restoring stillness. This, too, is a door to life. Here, also, is a deepening of meaning--and it can lead to dedication; a going forward to the triumph of the soul, the conquering of the wilderness. And in the process will come a deepening inward knowledge that in the final reckoning, all is well.
(A. Powell Davies)

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Sandy Nights

Peace and prayers to those affected by Sandy.
Manhattan Skyline
Manhattan Skyline w/Red Hook flooding

Manhattan vs. Brooklyn Skyline

Some Brooklyn lights still working

Local Jalopy's amazing involvement:

Manhattan Skyline Juxtaposed against Brooklyn's

Vanished Manhattan Skyline

Sandy skies & missing signs

Sandy Skies

Some helpful souls

Battery no Tunnel

Red Hook Sklyine lights out

Sandy Skies and still tunnels

Missing Building and leaves behind my studio

Another car & tree combo

Manhattan's skyline and still streets
(C)Megan Greenlee Photography all imagery

NYC's Manhattan Skyline fallen along with trees, rooftops, floods, and some civilization--yet all pales to the bigger forrest of life when human life has fallen.