Stories by Steve

The morning’s early whispers

transform into song

Yet the names of the singers were forgotten

       for many years on

I want to take in this moment

while the world is still calm

But the next breath brings worry

it’s time to move along.

It’s Monday, again

  so to work I am bound

To analyze the data

  for what savings I found

Because last quarter was good

but we can always do more

Increasing shareholder value

is what they are paying me for.

After all, there are bills to pay

as I just bought a new home!

Well, that’s what what the banker told me

when I signed

and he took all the money I own.

The days stresses have me saying

“I could sure use a drink”

So I find solace in social connection

and do my best not to think

About the world around me

and what is going on

And how it’s not really my problem

as I become more withdrawn.

Spirits imbibed doing their magic

my busy mind slows down

Worry morphs into sadness

as I meander through town.

Another morning comes

But I don’t notice the songs

All I hear is the ringing

this has gone on far too long.

I see medicine from a man

with a script and a pen

Purchase pills contained in polymer

before the pain really sets in.

I have forgotten the forest’s remedies

to heal me, nurture and grow

My food wrapped in cellophane

where it came from, I do not know.

I fear water from the stream

it is unsafe, I am told.

So I purchase hydration

while others boil it on a stove.

My spirit yearns for connection

but fear keeps me alone

Silencing the mind with a crooked spine

as I scroll further down on my phone.

Moonlight shines through the window

I hear a wolf calling out

Her howl piercing the silence

thus ending my drought

Of connection to the others

sharing this time and space

Tuning into the rhythm

My heart flutters apace

Answering the call

I howl back in return

Unleashing years of emotion

I just now began

disregarding time,

allowing the mind to

comprehend rhymes

Sunsets.  I'm a total sucker for them.  Gotta get out of the car and take a photo each time I see one.  This one happened conveniently with Mount Hood in the foreground.  

Control is an illusion

that we build within our mind.

No matter the situation,

we're just along for the ride.

The more one releases the need

to determine what will be,

The more things will become

Read about Steve Andrews' sports photography pointers and take a look at some of his shots.

Is humanity evil?

Were we born into sin?

That is the crux of Christianity.

I do not mean Christ’s message,

But rather the words of the religious.

The ones holding a bible in their right hand

While they point their left finger in every

Angle, to everyone but themselves.

Looking at people differently,

As inherently good,

Once upon a time

I was told 

That a good degree

Will set the course

For a prosperous future.

I bought what they sold 

With high hopes for 

Enlightenment.

Then I realized

The power of alumni

And the legacy paradigm.

That's the true weight of a degree;

Not what you have learned,

But getting through the gates

Of that inner circle.

Real education

Is from realization

That paper does not enlighten. 

If you seek education

Then go into the world.

See other cultures,

Learn to dance,

Find the rhythm of your soul.

The roosters give fair warning

of a new day beginning.

Before my mind can realize

that my dreaming has ceased,

I walk to the beach,

ground my feet into sand,

stretch my arms high,

and wait for the sun.

When he finally arrives,

I breathe in the light,

let out a sigh

and say goodbye to the night.

Today is full of possibility

I will attempt to create a somewhat subjective recollection of my travels and trevail throughout life and this planet.  The story that sparked my desire to pen my thoughts to the world came somewhere inside waimea bay, after the rocks created a wind gap and allowed us to see her in full glory - the unintentional perverts who couldn't help but stare at this naked woman out on the furthest rock, performing a tai chi routine that had us simply mesmerized.  

it was the year's first sailing of the sunfish, the brand name for lack of something more specific to this particular vessel - a 12' dinghy that was fit for an adult and child, at the very most.  

Sailing in Waimea bay reflects summer, a time when the waters are safe enough for a boat so flimsy to zigzag across it's water.  half of the year, sometimes longer, the bay is home to big swell, impressive waves, and those brave enough to ride them.  I suppose the Sunfish could stand up to the behemoths that rip down this bay, but the odds are greater that the ocean's power would rip it to shreds.