Cry ...of Love...

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

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

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…

...

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...