Ireland: Green Beauty–Dark Past
Europe’s Money Joints
FRANKFURT, Germany Last trip in Europe I made a point to swing through a couple of its tax haven/money hideaway places. What struck me was that these barons of banking hang out in very subtle cities. Somehow they hide away billions of international dollars, but...
The Latest Spin in Europe
Greetings again from Planet Europe. These photos and thoughts are from the fall of 2015. That was one of the many volatile times for the great people of Europe. Here's what some of it looked like... These guys, for example, were pedalling bikes to give them...
Oh We Did
Oh We Did.We had so much.But then what happened? Oh, we did have such a chanceSuch hope--so much opportunityAn Emerald Planet scooting around the Sun. Giving us light, warmth, energyAnd even Hope. And Water and Trees. With dark oil made of beings from long ago....
The Last Romance
The last romanceWas unexpectedly short.Was beautifulAnd then was gone. So much hope can end so quickly. We all wish for so much in life. Yet, there are few resourcesTo meet all our needs. So, we are left with what?Shortages--Shortages of everything we expect:Shortages...
A New Place
Some time ago I decided to go to a strage place.My advice to you is that before you go there,Or anywhere else,Think about what you want.If you do not knowWhat you want,Then take a break.Before you go To places unknownThen think of this:Great things happen When you go...
Places to Go
There are places we should go Before we die. Places in our minds Places in the sky. But nobody gets everywhere. So there you are, Stuck somewhere short of where You should go. Short of a life and learning You should know. So the places you should and could have seen...
A Green Bird Goes
A warm wind blows southWhile a cold one goes northAnd a bird flies them bothTrying to find a balanceWithin the changeWhen warm winds fly southAnd cold birds fly north.Then the green birdWith black feathersSat on a branchOn a treeOn a cliffBetween forest and...
The Way
Wearing the scars of a hundred solitudes,I march in a direction unknown.Sea breeze fills my ears with kindnessNear a place that is not my home.The ocean roars madly On a calm and peaceful day.While people talk wildly,Without anything real to say.Yet, an orange tree...