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Wandering an abandoned path
Fearful, lonely and dismayed
A withered spirit broken by one
For a healing hand I prayed
Lift the pain bestowed upon me
Release me from this hell
Assure me now that I am loved
Exalt the heart that fell
No sooner than I spoke these words
You knelt and took my hand
Who are you, why are you here
An answer I demand
I am not an Angel heavensent
Although I could pretend
I am just man that sees your pain
And wants to be your friend
I come without false promises
And lie, I wouldn’t dare
I can not erase your painful past
Or deminish the burdens you bear
There was something in his gentle voice
That set my soul at ease
We walked and talked for hours
Along the river lined with trees
Hours turned to days then weeks
He never left my side
He’d lift me up each time I stumbled
And brush off my foolish pride
Then one day it occured to me
My painful past had been erased
Gone were the burdens that I carried
With peace and love they’ve been replaced
Then I remembered the day we met
You said you were my friend
You said you’d never lie to me
On that I could depend
You said you weren’t an Angel
Sent from heavens door
How could you tell such lies
You are that and so much more
trickle sound of water running
scattered spots of shade and sun
pool hose ripple shadows echo
reflex refraction scarce begun
geometric light equations
hypnotizing sights that run
morning dreams and light reflections
blend in easy folding fun
soft breeze conducting dancing palms
As higher pines display their charms
upright cones stand in ovation
to every moving shade of green
time held still in contemplation
eternal joy so seldom seen
Tip a glass in admiration
Spill a drop or two to those
Who ever stopped to smell a rose
Before these days began
The Bride to be, first upon the red planet
To lead a force of three among rocky pits
Cloaked in brilliant white, face of golden glass
Upon the face of the god of war she now sits.
I want to tell you so many things, I want to remind you about my wonderful
dreams. I sit
and listen to everyone wanting to respond, but since I can't I don't have much fun.
I
want to hold and touch someone, create a life, get married and really bond. the
days go
by so fast I want to cry, but when I think about how blessed I am, I just sit and
sigh.
I continue to listen and not to speak,I continue to grow strong and not to be
weak. But
because of the faith and hope I have, I know one day I'll be in Gods bosom fast
asleep.
Speak for me
A little nonsense
Can be fun,
As long as it
Doesn't hurt anyone.
Inheritance squandered and strewn, appearing to discard his lessons of life,
He became a wandering fool, starting over again and again,
The destruction left in his wake, seemed to leave him nothing but torment and strife,
But lessons learned along the way, secretly were stashed and kept by him,
Now with greatest potential, finally he commits to redemption,
Believing it essential, to share the knowledge of what he has learned,
Our hapless fool now sets out, to design a most worthy commission,
Which would finally allow, him to teach these lessons he has discerned,
But now he knows he has gone, long past his last December,
He’s seen far beyond, what any man should ever see,
Now he knows much more, than he cares to remember,
For this life-long tour, defined who he has come to be,
He is a transient soul, never wary or vigilant,
Yet ever watchful he grows… in the knowledge of his quest,
But now is history, and the future is eminent,
Life’s still a mystery, and he didn’t try his best,
Where are his straws to grasp, and firm ground to stand upon,
Should he be called to task, for that which he should or shouldn’t have done,
Where is the ambition, he should have had all along,
Just what was his mission, and would he have learned a different song,
Answers can be all too easily found, once you have past your last December,
But how can a sage’s logic be sound, as all of life’s lessons slowly fade away,
And will he actually care, once there is much less to remember,
As he has less and less to share… ignorance is bliss and this is where he will stay.
So where does a December go, should you forget Spring, Summer and Fall,
The stark cold winds begin to blow, hope is all but gone and prayers are hard,
Might grace be found and faith rewarded, once there is nothing you can recall,
Life’s passions no longer recorded, life’s last cruel and hard lesson plays its card,
By keeping all doors open, he appeared the accidental sage,
Holding the keys to wisdom, but the door opened a touch too late,
For all he can remember, these lessons far too precious to trade,
Now past his last December, sadly we watch his redemption fade…
darkness turns to light,
gracious star illuminates;
beauty of your love!
~~~~~~~~~~
supreme above all;
your creative beauty shines,
everlasting star!
~~~~~~~~~~
opens heaven’s gate,
guiding star shines for my feet…
walking the right path!
~~~~~~~~~~
I can't forget you,
lose you,
block out your face.
As much as I loved you,
I want you to be ocean's away.
You seem to haunt me,
taunt me,
take my breath away.
I just want you
to slowly fade.
I am taken
by something
so much better than you.
My God,
My Prince,
this one love true.
I am praying
and saying
please make me sleep
So you are fading,
losing,
your grip on me.
Autum has come to the land,
Only barren trees will stand.
Red, brown, russet and gold
Colors so beautiful, bright and bold.
Leaves gently drop off the tree,
One by one gathering around my knee.
They drop silently making no sound,
Gathering on the ground all around.
The colors of autum now all gone,
For summer days we will long.
Winter is about to drop her coat,
The land will become desolate and remote.
Dwelling on the past---
Today goes by unnoticed
Tomorrow never comes.
Try to type nothing.
Try to remember the beginning.
Try to find the spirit of the non-words.
The sound that makes a bell ring.
Try to remember the sound.
It was a waveless sea of light, wasn't it?
Try to remember it---being louder.
And try not to tear out your eyes in your process,
Or anything else .
Try to summon that ageless, silent sound
By not typing anything.
The images and the words
come so fast, and
with such urgency,
that everything
assumes the same importance;
"With ATand T there is...
Look whacha done with a dollar, a
dollar?...
Next week at the Cow Palace...
Levitz' stock reduction sale...
Stay tuned for weather and reports
on the disaster..."
We are going to war and hundreds
and thousands of people like you and me
will be killed.
But how would you know and
of what importance is it anyway,
when mentioned in the same breath as
"Julia Robert's home movies with her
kids...
Milk and cereal bars...you can store all this
at Public Storage just call 1-800..."
If all this was going on in one person's
head
we'd think insanity, but it is in all
our heads.
The T.V. sage wisely intones that there is
"Irony in tragedy" but don't
think too deeply on it.
People died, people will die...
It really hardly touches you...
or me.
"In news around the bay today...
one lawsuit will be filed in the case...
Eastbound 24 is cleared, stay tuned...
eat fresh!... This could pave the way for
military action...taste the wonders
of Chile...priority mail...
clear skies and just a few high clouds
in the best place to live in the world"
I wonder what time sunrise is
in Baghdad?
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