"A World Away"

My job is a lonely universe.
A world of cars, clients and verdicts.
In meditative contemplation I drive to and fro
While I’m fed from the classroom my IPOD has become.

It’s a love-hate relationship, this existence I find,
Between everyday life and the dreams that I weave.
What-ifs color my landscape and I awaken anew,
To a world from my childhood where I once held the key.

But all good dreams must come to an end...

I see the importance of career, prestige and advancement,
But it is not where my true passion lies.
My heart is in the arts, the aesthetic, the pure.
The magnificence of a world I have yet to explore.

Still I'm preparing, saving and planning,
Working my hands down to the bone
For some uncertain day of some uncertain future
In some distant old folks home from which I’m sure to escape

My spirit is not complacent with that possible outcome

I will run,
I will hide,
I will live.

- Eddie V.

"Summer of Mac's Landing"

SUMMER OF `99
SUMMER OF MAC’S LANDING
LAST OF OUR CENTURY.
HOT, HAZY, HUMID NIGHTS
WASHED AWAY BY RAIN.
LIGHTNING AND A THUNDEROUS
DISPLAY OF FIREWORKS
THAT LIT UP THE EVENING SKY
AND COOLED THE NIGHTS
BY FIRELIGHT.

A WELCOME BREEZE GREETED US
EVERY MORNING THEREAFTER
ACCOMPANIED BY THE MILD AROMA
OF COFFEE BREWING.
SHIMMERING LAKE FLOOR LIKE GLASS
GAVE LIFE TO THE TREES AMID
THE MORNING LIGHT,
AND WE WERE REVIVED.
JUMPING HEAD LONG INTO
NATURE’S DOMAIN
ROUGHING IT (IF YOU WILL)
WITH OUR ELECTRONIC DEVICES
AND JUNGLE BEATS.

DADDY LONG LEGS
DANCING TO THE RHYTHMS
GUSHING FROM OUR LITTLE COTTAGE.
COOL NIGHTS
OF WINE, GUITARS, AND CAMPFIRES.

NOT SO FAR AWAY
CIVILIZATION.
MALLS AND MOVIES
SUMMER OF SAM
CHERRY FESTIVAL;
BEAR DUNES
WHAT BREATHTAKING SIGHTS!
WALKING ON THE WATER
AS FAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE EQUATOR
AND THE NORTH POLE…
MISSION POINT LIGHTHOUSE

I BELIEVE THE GIRLS LEFT
SOMETHING THERE THAT SUMMER
I BELIEVE IT WAS THEIR HAIR.
IT WAS A GREAT TIME AT MAC’S LANDING

BY THE END OF THE WEEK
WE WERE ANXIOUS TO GET BACK
BACK TO THE RAT INFESTED,
DOG EAT DOG CITY OF HUSTLE AND HURRY,
WORK AND WORRY
SOMEHOW WE JUST HADN’T SHAKEN OFF
THE JITTERS OF THE FAST PACED LIFE
EVEN IN THIS WILDERNESS

GOODBYE TRAVERSE CITY…
HELLO FARMINGTON HILLS…

WE’LL BE BACK.

Ego

“When egos tend to be at the center of
things, progress comes to a halt!”

- Eddie Villanueva
8/3/2007