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Writings by Cowboy Beach Bum

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Poetic Drops by Cowboy Beach Bum

A collection of poems, photography and thoughts 

From the mind of a lost soul .....


A journey from Ideations and Insanity through the Truth..... 

Dedicated To Ms. Martin

The following words are all dedicated to Ms. Martin.  Ms. Cherlyn Martin was the Addiction Counselor that inspired me to start writing while I was a patient in the West Los Angeles Veterans Treatment Facility.  ("The Dom")


It all started as an assignment she gave me.  She said she wanted me to put down on paper some of my thoughts to free up some space for some good things to come into my life.  I immediately told her "No" and that she was not my psychologist.  Each group session there after she would always tell us of this veteran, that she had given an assignment to and that "He" refused to turn it in.  She would then cut her eyes at me, smile and say I'm still waiting.


One day in arrogance I decided to show her!  I sat down with pen and pad and started pouring out my soul.  My intentions were to build a website, write as much as I could, and surprise her with it when I left.


I should not have waited. 


Ms. Martin passed away before I could get my assignment turned in.  I will carry her memory with me on all my upcoming journeys and every word I write will be written for her caring eyes.


                                                                                              -Cowboy Beach Bum


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Warning

The words that you are about to read are taken from an untrained mind. 


 If mistakes are what your searching for, then mistakes you'll surely find.


The shadows that you'll see are real.


The emotions unrestrained.


So sit,relax,enjoy the trip

as we ride this unmanned train.


I warn you there are levels and I pray you heed the signs.

They are placed for your protection as my brain starts to unwind.



-Cowboy Beach Bum

Poetic Drops

 

 

I have drank from yesterdays sins


I have tasted tomorrows promises


I no longer come to the table with a need to fill my hunger


I come now to enjoy the tastes that amuse me


I find myself now using the crosswalks

not for safety or societal rules


but to savor the journey

trying not to rush across the streets of time


I have accepted my fate


a traveler, a scribe


A time piece needed not to differentiate the days


Just the awareness of uncertainty to push me along

and the feeling of sanity no matter how strong


So as the poetic drops fall from their host


I simply taste them to discern

between teardrops and rain


and enjoy to the fullest


lifes joy and lifes pain 




                                       - Cowboy Beach Bum




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