Each day that we draw light
within our souls
reflections of the lives
we touch the unknown scribe
with supernaturally inspired
abilities
we each extending
further than we are enabled
by our spirits grasp
to fulfill our roles
in anothers frame of mind
blind to the potential consequences
so far beyond even our small understanding
of ourselves...
and departing, one last time
leave in our wake
a single fallen ray
of sunshine
bought, by our insistence
to call forth one lasting moment
to celebrate what time...
we were enabled to focus
our awareness
to one we call a friend
one
of a kind
...it is always
a sad day
to lose a friend.
though,
we cling to one another
each moment of life
as if it will be
ever lasting
sadly though
the end
...comes too fast
a tip of an iceberg,
...in these fragile vessels
called these shells
which embody our souls
and those we
call
friends
we commune
with
as we come and go
sharing a spark of heartfelt being
as we fall
as single leaves
before the autumn winds
together and apart, throughout
what moments we may share
in our brief
life flight
to twitter,
as birds
going swiftly,
back and forth, between
the ever changing seasons
like scenes, written
...in afterlife
recall...
past promise
almost,
as if in a dream...
to celebrate
what miracles, which flowed
within us, as lifesprings
of spiritual roots
which grow between our hearts
mostly of what we do not know
a treasury of life
...undiscover'd
until
we are bathed
no more in its tide
lifted by the visions
of the place
where our horizons touch
...connected, from end to end
to embrace the sparkle
living within the eyes
yet, now no more
...only, tears
as it streams away
from us... as we depart
bathed... only
in it's
afterglow
C2
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A call to arms
A prayer sent in abstinence.
A collection of pebbles taken for a ride
Strewn by waves rolling back and forth Against the tide
As the moon bops Singing to the stars
while, mountains sleep And oceans deep
are fed ever so gently By raindrops
and some, times like this By teardrops falling gently from my eyes
Upon particles of sand on the beach
Times, it seems i just can’t let it be
It’s nothing, cried the wind to the sea
Watch me send a mighty wave
watch them fall Helplessly scattered. ... |
Midnight Highway
Karma… is practiced… here. No assurances accepted. No crooked deal discounts allowed. Payback comes swift and strong All sales are... Final.
Remember back when? You had perfected the practice of Shakedown Booked no less than first class Applied tricknology and backdoor justice in a parallel reality world you'd created for yourself... drank only top-shelf
Ever prese... |
In Stardust
Were that we, were not cast adrift. Our mortal souls spinning wildly out of control With the faintest hope carried only by the faithful
Given, a gift to the undeserving, whose sacrifice
To save the unworthy, will allow us. Those willing, struggle to find our way back Within ourselves.
Tracing back person by person
Backtrack to Creation. From the love. One love
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No survivors
The night wolf calls its mournful tune. Across now silent barren killing fields, To a lonesome bloodshot moon A cold wind, roars past... nonchalant Blows away the last car in my train of thought
focused...
Over desolate battlefields where only yesterday hails of bullets, flew So many tore thru flesh and bone Found their mark
stripped defiant souls Of those brave hearted G.I. Joes Wanting to be genuine heroes
Now that medal... |
Divine wind
Touch, inspire …coax, bend, powerfully blast Chains of events/making its presence known Through future-present-past. Providing impetus to the event-horizons of every known and unknown. Dimensions unlimited without order or pretense Of principles beyond our grasp/even the Ability to comprehend what happens when. Even while looking through fossilized remains of beings seen/unseen and might have been. Crossing space and time we may infer… When We first started gathering mushrooms, leaves, nuts, roots, seeds, fruits, turning fields of grain into footprints to be used in our favor ... |
I / 0
The most important thing to come to be isn't you ...isn't me it's the spark from the hearts of those of us who serve to release the blessing only accessable between...
As if, a soul’s seed expression cross-connects earth, sun, water… combined.
Awakens to its natural role… Its germination progressing exponentially in slow-motion, explodes creatively
As the first leaf unfolds.
Trusting to the sun To come back, as it does each morning Even thou... |
Known/Unknown
In the temporal rift Falling through time/space Having prepared for half an eternity Endowed with a gift of a discerning Of telepathic historical Astro graphics Not merely satisfied to be cast adrift In the gist of it, having an unparalleled grasp for the task. Finding solutions for orbital calculus while performing multidimensional analysis Spontaneously grasping advanced concepts suitable for identifying factors of the universal equation by differential analysis. Playing with discrete variables turns me on. Makes me practically ecstatic. Being a borderline fanatic Loving to go deep into mathematic Acrobatics ... |
Mosaic
A gift of/to the universe From you to me/from me to you To this space and time i see everything i’d ever wanted and it's no surprise We found each other An uncertain truth to be revealed ...a kiss The beginning of every sunrise ...adrift A prayer to survive each day's test A time for us to realign our peace in mind To rest our souls/catch our breath... A further quest to recognize Make sense of what patterns play In the shadows of this momentary Interphase/this positive pulse
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Heaven. . . . . . . Dimensions beyond …your wildest dreams Teeming with life… creativity, bursting at its seams A lone trumpeter makes his instrument’s cries wail, With soul stirring notes alternately blasting thru space, then… waft gently with the evening breeze Easily teasing a mellow mood of happy thoughts filling starlight evenings with reasons Not to be, so… uptight…
Painting chromatic hues… which climb higher than you’ve even tried… more …than not,
taking us places we’d never ventured before/ever dared to explore…
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Peregrine
Soaring ...almost effortlessly... on oceans of air ...currents vast and deep
uttering cries, which signal your intentions ...to the wary,
not to harry those whose tireless efforts to address ...ever present dangers, never sleeps...
in the chain of lifetimes of all God's creatures...
it's... just business...
you will find each of us... has a place in nature, as in life
got to eat, feed the babies carry forth the name of what we are...
assigned, by visions of a higher power than i/you/we... might ever be...
even, if our natural spirit,
sends its prayers to the eternal author ...of creati... |