Patterns with a Twist: A Journey Thru Life

By Ronald E. Anderson

I have been writing poetry most of my life and this selection of work is especially personal to me. As an artist and a writer I feel the need to communicate to the world what I believe to be important. Poetry and free verse are the means of my expressions and the short stories that I wrote in play form I believe will be entertaining and suspenseful. The character of John Griffith was based on a good friend who died a young and tragic death. You might say he lives on in these short stories and the characters themselves; though largely fictional, I consider memorable. My work like my life is seen through a darkened lens, but that lens adds depth to the soul.
I do hope you sincerely enjoy this read. Those who have read it have not been able to put it down. I hope the same will apply for you.
With all my heart, Ronald E. Anderson

Patterns With A Twist was originally written several years ago and enhanced with my work in the historic Granada Theater where we held productions and yes conducted tours of this historic building.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 24, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469197968

Ronald E. Anderson

My first published work was Transitions 1941 a book on historical political economics and philosophy which is registered on Amazon.com. This second published work is my artistic side. My back ground is political science and I attended California Poly University with a major in Political Science Public administration. My background did, and does color my thinking. I do hope, like I said, you will enjoy Patterns With A Twist.

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Copyright © 2012 by Ronald E. Anderson.

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Contents

PAGE1

Thoughts In The Corner

The Winds Of Truth

War And Remembrance

PAGE 2

Quandry

Honor And Destiny

PAGE 3

Black Hole

Rebellion

Sin

PAGE 4

Floaters

Living

Wisdom

PAGE 5

Simply Truth

History

Access Denied

PAGE 6

Beginnings

California Heat

PAGE 7

The Champion

Time

The Toss

PAGE 8

Humor And Doom

Journey

The Nitch

PAGE 9

The Fool

PAGE 10

The Fan

Conceptual Differentiation Of Sameness

PAGE 11

Love

Paths

Loves Path

PAGE 12

To The Angels

Change

PAGE 13

The Tragedy

At The Crossroads

The Conversation

PAGE 14

The Decision

History And Apocalypse

The Center Of The Universe

Identity

Fill In The Blanks

This book is dedicated to my friends and their struggle with life. Some that come to light: Tory Fenner, Denise Galich, Elide Guideon, my brother, Douglas that passed, and Astrid Anderson, all who faced the struggle with life. Special thanks to my friend Jim Rae who has helped so much.

I also like to specially thank Carol Nicoara ([e-mail], [e-mail]) for helping me put this book together.

Thoughts In The Corner

In the dark corner of the universe, in any small room anywhere, the shamrocks of the occasion are obvious.

Knowing is sometimes obvious like a mirror with refractions on the wrong side. It is a bit like carrying our delusions to their ends, circles upon circles ended only by time.

Look at the faces of mankind as flames spirited by some sense of cognitive past.

It is all viewed as all-right as notions of passing time. These are only echoes of the notions and rhymes of the mind, not guided but drifting, but not aimless and with definite purpose yet defined.

We will only know in the extant of time.

The Winds Of Truth

In that realm of deceit that the world revels in is the betrayal of its own character renown.

Notions released about parallel points that signify nothing except being.

There are short times revered only in a shallow breath and are then forgotten.

The dust of what was is just that no-more.

The signal of truth is not solely in majority rule, for that is directed by the wind.

Truth is round and recirculation, with time changes but always stays the same that is truth.

War And Remembrance

Remembering is reflective of the attitude of September 11.

Rise of an emerging flag reinvented throughout history.

The history of human ambitions.

Designed for the future, propagated in the past.

Instigated in the present, ambivalent and sensitive.

In time honored loved and revered. That is war. This is remembrance.

Quandry

Standing in the center you see all sides

Four corners of the great divide.

Touching the same but different points.

Understanding only reflections of each side.

Not knowing which to embrace or where to hide.

Honor And Destiny

Betrayed disillusioned and honored

Arms linked separated by time, space, history.

Destiny lies in each step, though paths are parted in time.

Some left and some to the left.

Some never known.

Non departed always and forever.

Brothers and sisters ever bound under God.

All under the flag.

Black Hole

Of all the things in time

Nothing compares

Nothing denies

All the things we see hear and believe.

Nothing can compare, with those that dare.

To stretch that thought.

That few men achieve

And none comprehend.

Rebellion

There is a bomb in the mind of man

It ticks in some celestial’s zone.

Creates perimeters monitored by watch dogs sent from above.

Telling us right from wrong.

Left from right.

Where are we?

Merely practiced on ourselves by ourselves.

Sin

Foibles in our heads

Redeemed and lost

Forgotten and not

Life’s little indiscretions, unredeemed in time.

Though forgiven they are not

Forces of judgment, and the yearn for grace.

Floaters

Things of dissention

Unsettled thoughts of the mind

Imprinted on the soul.

Living

Reflections of wisdom and grace

Life’s beauty bound in God’s hands

Breathe and live along simple strands

Know your limits and respect the land.

Wisdom

The wisdom of knowing when to wait and when to strike.

Little truths that live within lies.

Small lies that masquerade as truth.

Knowing what to believe.

Stand and wait to strike a blow.

This is wisdom.

Simply Truth

To the end that we drive, spare no expense

Lines in my hands skewed with time.

Looking for meaning in other people’s eyes

Seeing souls as seemly as mine

Lost in their own twine

Meaning and reason lost in their rhymes.

Truth lost in time.

Meet the value of your rhyme.

History

Things gone, not remembered

Extant in time

Unencumbered by itself.

Set in motion by itself

Objects not yet remembered.

And at that moment we reach to far, crumble fall and forget

Only to repeat another time.

Access Denied

To the end of directions denied

Casting lots against stone walls

Crevices of thought etched in stone

Blasted by sand extant in the mind

Answers equaled only by muted demise.

Beginnings

Life like starts are a circle

Temperate in the mind

Boundless in concept

Put to the test at only one point

Transforms idle thought into action.

Promise into deeds

To mean anything Bit must be followed up

And it is only remembered when completed.

Then wait to start again.

California Heat

Flames in the heart land

Lives put to the test

Fortunes for the gamble, ashes on the chest.

Children are crying, elderly upset

Smoke in the atmosphere, ashes in your bed.

Fire or water wind the test

Tempest like a casino all lit up, but not for the best.

Riches to rags, homes to tents

What is high one minute is low the next.

Feel for the animals where do they rest

Now no-one has a place to rest.

The Champion

Once there was a man

Who held fate in his hands

Delivered his destiny on taunt.

Compassion unbridled

His path largely untraveled

Echoes of designs in his dreams

The thorn in his side he did not abide and went on to

Fulfill his dreams.

In the end he did lose for the body does choose.

But people remember his dreams.

Time

Times of chorus long remembered

Like waxed string burning down

Can’t we see the smoldering ambers.

A glowing past unbound.

Decisions made knock the pendulum

Movement swings upon the sand

Like the breath of Gods notions, revealed in the swing of time.

The Toss

Endless dreams of eternal passing

Fellow travelers along the way

Nodding in their own special way

Special notions of right and wrong

Decided by the toss of a coin.

Wise eagles facing to the sky.

Hopeful eyes open wide.

Which silver side will ride on high

With luck you will decide, which path is high.

Humor And Doom

There was a time when jokes and folly

Buried all sorrows in light and jolly

Things accomplished non-the less in a better frame of jest.

When these things are forgotten things get rotten

Often people take it to the chest.

So take it to heart don’t be an old fart

Things will turn out for the best.

Journey

For reasons unknown

We seek the sign

Trying to figure out the great divide

Customs between us that unify

Differences that defy the humanity that makes us ask why.

The Nitch

Footsteps in the course of time, limiting thoughts divine

Castings stones on the water’s edge

Depths of fear seem far—fetched, yet stuck in a rut with fear as a friend. Looking for the door

Trying to comprehend the scratching at the other end.

The Fool

There is a room of never-ending tales, configured in the mind of dismissive scope.

Caught in his own world he moves about as in a fog not seeing his