Counting three , two, one, and closing those eye's
My last breath is shaky and smile is wrinkled,
The dried rose in my book has crumbled,
What a peaceful day to sleep, I still wonder,
The light infront of me is fading as the darkness wants to hug me tight,
It's arm's are on my shoulder giving me a soft smile,
The seven minutes of memories, the laughter's, the tear's, and whisper's are echoing in my mind, whether heaven or hell I must sleep tight,
The death hands over me a clock , ticking, three , two, and one.
Let's meet again in a new universe.
I heard the calico box crab theme
as I nestled warmly by a trout-filled stream.
I saw the hare and tortoise dance,
and wondered if it was romance,
or just an addled dream.
midst silents screams of strings
his hands weave~
an ornate oratorio palace
built from celestial hands
And when the final notes fade
like the last glimmer
of a midnight lamp
the silence glows.
Yesterday I forgot how to fly.
I went to take off
and the sky wouldn't take me.
Clouds too puffed up to let
someone like me
into their streets.
They must have taken them -
my wings.
They think I don't belong there.
I know because that's where
the rest of humanity is -
on the ground.
Now that I think about it,
that was the moment
it all went down -
when I looked down
and saw tiny little figurines
like me,
and got scared
that I didn't belong there
A jukebox ending the silence
masks the dialogue in your mind;
That beat’s a saving grace,
with a chorus left on repeat;
Guitars that are louder than hell
are fresh air that open those lungs;
Finally you exhale,
the sound explodes into a storm;
Snarling they call it an anthem,
put your money where your mouth is!
Sometimes it is joined noise.
Either way? It will fire you up.
Hooking up when you need it most,
nothing matters but three minutes;
Bottled melodic aggression
tends to start a virus;
A theme song for the malcontent.
I listened through the distortion
a tone unrecognized
Queit and gentle sounds
soothing pitches
harmonized
before the night
an evening exchange
happy to see you
so glad you came
have a good time
sip and mingle
some of folks
would make you wish you were single
let the pending night
bring the unmarried
together
enjoy yourself
you can't beat the weather
The rusted Ferris wheel, a skeletal hand,
Points to a sky it can no longer command.
Once, laughter echoed, joy on the breeze,
Now silence reigns, whispered by the trees.
The carousel horses, their paint chipped and worn,
Dream of merry-go-rounds, of days yet unborn.
Once, children squealed, clinging to their steeds,
Now shadows dance, where happy laughter bleeds.
The cotton candy stand, its windows cracked and dim,
Holds the ghost of sweetness, a forgotten whim.
Once, sugary clouds, a magical delight,
Now only dust motes, swirling in the light.
The roller coaster track, a metal serpent curled,
Whispers of thrills, a forgotten world.
Once, screams of delight, a dizzying race,
Now only rust and wind, in this silent space.
The park stands empty, a monument to time,
A reminder of moments, once so sublime.
The ghosts of laughter, echo in the breeze,
Whispering of memories, of happy, carefree days.
The sun is fading slowly, drinks are on the tray
Midsummer days are still, with skies of blue and white
The evening strawberries decline in cups of clay
Petunias heady smell spreads out tonight
It starts with mournful cry of gulls in twilight air
The overture of yours, that weeping chord!
Then comes a theme of oboe, I am there
To play for you, my love, the notes you must have heard.
1. Building Tension
Did you ever stand on stage,
behind the big curtain.
Standing there peeking out from behind the curtain,
watching the audience looking at the stage.
Your knees are shaking,
your mouth is going dry.
Your thoughts are racing,
will I remember my lines?
The act before you is almost done,
your time is coming up way too fast.
This is "building tension" in your mind and body,
time to go on~time to go on soon.
The audience is breaking out in,
cheering and applause.
Now it is my turn,
Oh God help me!
2. Building Tension
Building tension as I wait
Using only good thoughts
I watch the audience from behind the curtain
Laughing stomach calm down
Darn knees stop shaking
I know I will be up very soon
Now well practiced
Going on next, oh my.
Tension is building
Everyone is waiting to see my act
Now ready
Song is playing
I want to run
On stage I must go
Now God help me.
Edit on line 7
There he was – my first boyfriend ever -
leaning against the sports car of a friend who drove him
over to my town to see me before I left for college
even though we had broken up a few years back.
I had met him at church camp several years earlier -
John, with that cute elfin face,
legs like matchsticks that seemed half as wide as mine
and the sweet sensitive nature
of a kid who worried so much about his parents’ marriage
he’d already developed ulcers at age 14.
He was looking kind of cool, wearing silver tinted shades
that didn’t allow me to see his baby blues beneath them
as he leaned against that sweet ride, smiled and said so little.
I later learned his parents had split up,
but not one friend of his whom I asked
could tell me where John ended up.
I google him; I search on Facebook; still I can’t find him.
That unexpected visit – not so important then -
has become one more of the many ephemera
in the sum total of my long-traveled life.
You are mine.
Taste the wine.
Hungry lips.
Just take small sips.
Chance one last dance.
Moments enhance.
Feels like romance.
Could be forever.
A last endeavor.
Its now or never.
Like two passing ships.
Our lunar eclipse.
"a new theme song"
always in the darkest of moments there remains life
breathing and beating with fallen angels holding on
carrying grace silently with unseen tears and alone
doing what they do best showing their painted face
every emotion tucked away and hidden so far away
forgetting the loss of life and oneself yet still
glowing outwardly in the center of untrained eyes
hoping until the sphere of light magically shines
grasping desperately to worthy wishes and dreams
in this journey traveled words are never spoken
jealously has no meaning for the chosen ones yet
kites are ready to fly within winds and blue skies
lifting inner peace restoring life to amazing souls
meanwhile yesterday remains because of its truth as
new days new beginnings are just around the bend
only if walls could talk would it set angels free
proving what lies ahead is being whispered while
recalling life of yesterday and the dried heart
suddenly a new day echoing a new theme song
tells fallen angels to hold on believe and breathe
SkyWatcher
08-11-23
Dorothea always had a theme going
On the inside and the outside of her house
This quarter her theme was Candyland
She had spent gobs of money on it
We knew because we could hear the argument
Her husband was getting irritated, and his voice raised
We are the only people with a full-time builder!
That cannot be true, she argued, but I think it was.
My cousin was the full-time builder
He had made his living working exclusively for Dorthea
Better get another theme idea ready I told him on the phone.
We have not done flying pigs yet, he replied, and laughed.
I did not return the laughter
Because I am trying to sell my house
Living next to Candyland is difficult
Living next to flying pigs might be worse.
The vision of colors
Words that intensify with every varying assortment
When it comes to spectacular, it’s the amazement in what is to come, and what was transcribed
Beauty in every letter in what they provide
Suppose with no oppose
Every thought captured at the right moment of the angle
A Poet composes every night within
Sometimes bright stars or nightmare element dialog
Imagine fireworks surrounded by the dazzle Poet with their own writing explosion
Explosion
The mind with on a river in mine capturing all the components of delight
Picture the Poet like a Lighthouse being a guiding light
Expectation beyond
Fireworks after fireworks
Preparation and detail
Poet on sight
Get ready for the writing explosive night
No look up just a hook up
Razzle and Dazzle
They want to invent a game that uses
four teams drones, manuel wheel barrows
boulders .
teams who work from one end
a lengthy area (feild or Lot)
with objectives and rules.
drones to delver (simulations)
the project hasn't been worked out and
the people
who are needed in creation
need to structure the level
where what's needed to make
it an athletics and challenge.
the challenge may include....
the challenge cannot include
the length of area
the duration of challenges
the inclusion
level scoring
and terms and agreements
need consideration and
Good yeilds
double cropping
Drone usage level
get the persons name
and inteview styles
Staccato andFocusing on what's
The reverbing for promotion
Who sings in the night
to stand proud in
there challenge
to contend and become
champion
a champion above all
to stand above the Line
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