There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home
Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013
If you were a tree,
or even a revolving cultural tree of history,
SunGod would gift-forward
ProGenerate your positive/negative perennial waves of energy,
nutrition, healthy midway
between fear of freezing to death
and angry memories of wilting from thirst.
you could be an EcoCentric-SuperEgo Tree
with light-squared Left
meets dual-dark Right
to function nondual dipolar TransParent Prime CoRelation.
Otherwise and other places and times
also known as Allah's self-regenerative Tree of WinWin Life Creation,
richly rooted in NotNot Lose (0) RNA/DNA-bicameral-centric
EcoHealthy and EcoLogical Life.
If we were EarthTribe's BiCameral Foresting Trees
we would celebrate together
SunGod TaoZen of YangTime's Medicinal 4D-(0)-soul,
emerging WinWin EcoTherapeutic Peer2Peer Warriors
and Shamanic PermaCultural Elders,
GoddessGaia Earth of Queen Shabbat YinYin,
both Sun/Heaven penetrating Soil/Earth
together feeding poly-empathic co-gravitational balance,
evolving rich healthy compost within our forest of thirsty roots.
When I remember back through shared tree roots,
I recall before God could ever possibly become languaged as a Noun,
god must have been effectively nutritious nondual co-arising Nature's action,
growing polycultural differentiation and balancing freedoms
within Time's dialectical infrastructure of
light's electromagnetic primal (0) balance,
composed of timeless DNA syntaxed memories of neutral norms,
and bilaterally time-bound
bicamerally decomposed, reviewed, reflected, reiterated
of time's healthy and pathological patterns
and rhythm-fractal rhymes.
Allah was a medicinal verb
before becoming our Noun,
made in bicameral human-natured ecosystemic mindbody
language creating polycultural stories
of healthy herbal paradising
before becoming our Heaven+EarthTribe Deserted Forest
of Paradise Lost.
To be fully human life's potential
is to become humane,
as to be fully sacred-natural life's potential
is to divinely healthy compost ourselves,
cooperatively with co-arising others,
for all Earth's Desert-thru-Forest RNA/DNA Tribes.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Force feed me the taste of your skin
‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart
even you will have to try hard……to save me now
I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions
as they devoured the subtle softness of me
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace
But too…you move to me
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down to a short golf course length
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago
The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair
………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love
We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces
and on each other on Facebook
Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread
Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened
to our lips
which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again
the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self
Is it me you feared
as you said Good bye?
How little you know me
like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time
from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself
so my love knows no limit
my soul no separation
and my being no longing
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2012
Are we awake or are we still sleeping?
Blind to the hurt, and deaf to the weeping.
Ashamed of religion and supportive of the new,
Aware of the lies and hidden from what’s true.
Worship the evil and turn away the pure,
Developing disease with an unknown cure.
Starving the poor and overfeeding the wealthy.
Killing the sick and drugging the healthy.
Going to war for some kind of power,
Building tall structures over all types of flower.
Cutting the trees and polluting the air,
All out of greed, with no sort of care.
Turning us against our own,
And help from up above.
Making us beings of hate,
Instead of ones of love.
Demonizing the mystic,
Criticizing the wise.
Making our own family members,
Into people that we despise.
Awaken to the torment,
Be aware of all the pain.
Those who are misleading,
And claiming that we are insane.
Copyright © Alyssa Waters | Year Posted 2013
Spring's roadside dressing
refreshing the senses
We feast our eyes
and breathe deep
signals rebirth and renewal
stirring our hearts
with universal appeal
speak of love and care
Such comeliness is
a gift from heaven
and worthy of praise
A definite lavender-pink in hue
so why, in our
wanting way, do we
call it a Red Bud Tree?
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
A world of passion, where happiness is the norm
Sun is peaking out, even in the midst of a storm
Trees striking poses, grass dancing with the wind
Heaven's tears of joy, falling to the surface end
Mother nature's air consumed with gratifying bliss
Angels smiling down sending their satisfying kiss
A gentle melody, is sung by vocal bees and birds
Carried away by God's harmonious words
Life grows sweeter, with every newborn second
Each moment is cherished, like the wise would reckon
Regret is extinct, great memories are everlasting
Hate is discriminated, pure love is always blasting
Fulfillment never lacked, distributed to all who care
Happiness inserted into all the hearts willing to share
Kids playing in the fields, completely spirit free
Adults laughing in awe of everything they see
It seems so fictitious, yet it's extremely real
Life is love, and love is what we should feel
Matters of the heart, pursued in a sincere fashion
The world is what you make it, when chasing your passion
By: Steven Dean Jr.
Copyright © Steven Dean | Year Posted 2013
I want to tell you of my second Love,
Of a churchs' impact from heaven above!
I'd grown up in such a small church.
Yet small groups can make for gossip, and worse.
Not so with Shiloh; it was heaven on earth...!
This icon of community flair was "golden mirth."
'Cause for too many years I'd been handicapped;
Unfortunately, having wed a controlling rat.
Unworthy, I felt as if in a deep-dark pit.
Hardly would I look one in the eyes-, as I'd sit.
Though Shiloh's heart and doors were always open,
With all people-types whose hearts were broken.
Never had I been in a hospital that was a church.
Pure-love poured forth from this people's search.
Out of 2,000 members, one hundred "I fondly knew,"
Many of us would sit, visit, and have coffee too!
You could hear the sounds of prayer down the hall...
Sometimes there was dancing, and we had a ball...!
There, an amphitheatre of seats "led to the front."
When Pastor preached, some thought her too blunt.
You could see Shiloh believers all around town,
Wisdom's principles were of a prototype laid down.
It was great just to see them in the market places,
Healing light-&-love poured-forth from their faces!
Such longing I still have, to see my Pastoral mom,
Indubitably, her prayers were "to keep me strong."
Though, before any churches, she married Mr. Right.
Later her David was born before tragedy's night.
A car accident took her beloved husband home...
For the year she was motionless, she felt so alone.
Her baby was spared, leaving her totally paralysed.
She was only-17, for that year she'd much to realize.
Miraculously, God healed her and gave her a church.
Maybe she's the 1st. pastor to do so after a birth!
With 25-revival churches, in all; she was going strong.
Father God has truly "blessed and kept her from wrong."
The Lord God, strong, almighty is in the midst of them.
Training victorious warriors "waging war against sin!"
So believers went in with peace- and come out with joy!
This place was "so serene" there was no-need to be coy.
Restoration is the message- for God restores all things.
I was once like a cripple, now I can stand and sing!
God's Dunamis power for wounded Pigeons, now like Doves,
Creates longing in me still, for such fellowship of love.
Such fond memories linger- as "I miss her still..."
Bless you, dear Violet, for caring; when I had no will.
Copyright © Milly Hunter | Year Posted 2006
Swaying. Dancing. Let me carry you.
Dance for me. Dance for me. Dance for me.
It's beautiful how you hold on so tight, but reach so far.
Up and Up and Up.
Begging sunshine and starlight and moon beams to fill your cupped palm.
We' can sip from it together but we both know you'll never be satisfied
Until your silver leaves can dance to the symphonies of singing constellations.
The diamonds sprinkling down your face would look like tears.
But you, and I? We both know this isn't real. Put away your fears
And dream for me. Dream for me. Dream for me
And please darling, Let us never wake.
Copyright © Natelle Dei | Year Posted 2013
do not feel like a failure.
I know you tried your best.
Like your predecessors,
your destiny was to uphold
all burdens placed upon you,
to remain steadfast
But you created your own destiny.
You were the spark
that changed the world
If the web of uncertainty
had caught me
and its creator
sucked away all inspiration
before I even began,
if the web had caught me-
going up or coming down-
no one would have known you.
Though you are broken,
has brought me to heights
never ventured before-
And there are no spiders here.
Copyright © Anna Wright | Year Posted 2016
no more broken bread upon a tree
the eyes of the alpha and omega first and last
the consuming fire Jesus out lives his the created tree
nostrils blast broken cross the past he sets in heaven laughs
witchery’s vain assuming for his not under a rock he is the rock
he is not in the garden not behind a stone not in the tomb
the precious stone he is upon his throne I hope you receive
his mercy he has already shown judgment coming soon
the true bread was never bound by any one
the Gospel he laid his life down freely for every one
repentance and truth a gift from on high
a love sent to our hearts to purify
it draweth nigh ye will stand like men
before an almighty God that judges sin
let him amend your ways before you die
a plea accept your Lord Jesus this hour
before this heaven and earth expires
before painfully you know that your on fire
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010
the tree represents the center of the world,
connecting the heavens to the earth...
the roots of the tree hold the earth,
the branches hold the sky...
heaven and hell are the sea and the sky,
and you are the horizon........
......where the great estuary of eternal life merge , as the holy water's of earth flow
to meet and be greeted by the holy water's of heaven . the world tree serves as a
conduit to all life on earth , as the roots of the tree recieve it's messages from the
creator using the branches ; as above , so below....the horizon is consciousness,
consciousness is but a thin thread of heaven and hell's seperation .
the trunk of the world tree represents the spinal cord of the living , the branches
represent the universal mind , the roots represent our relationship to all of
creation . the allegorical use of the spider web represents the connectivity of all
life on earth ; " what we do to the web , we do to ourselves ...."
the philosophy and cosmology of the east and west meet to form unity as one
world mind ; where we stand now is atop humankinds creation , one immense
we all have a long , difficult journey ahead of us....may we all be blessed with the
fortitude to persevere......
Copyright © jay del fierro | Year Posted 2007
The majestic moon abjured her light,
beneath a clear and starless night;
Between the heaves of her first winter storm,
snow gently falls with alluring charm.
Twilight glistens on the frosty swirling air
peaceful silence spreading everywhere.
Along the shimmering silver lake
an alluring scene, a breath to take.
Frosted pines stand tall and erect;
the winter moon casts her full effect;
But not to wake but slumber on,
to dream of summer long since gone.
Meek is her soft and gentle voice;
lending to the poetry of her choice.
Copyright © Johnny Martinez | Year Posted 2017
I do not know?
yes, buzzard and falcon, with your feathers and your exquisite vision,
soar above the mountains; hiss like the boreal wind ?
for between every flap of your elysian wings
occurs an eternity but in a second,
and between every stimulus
and every reaction
there is an endless ocean of choice
which dwells beyond the space-time
(...for it necessitates a subject
exercising active choice
before unlocking a potential
perpetually in time and causality):
i speak my words
but between them
there is a steppe-waste
which is traversed
by the mounted archers of thought
whose hooves float above the ground
and whose arrows burrow the flesh of phenomena;
the mounted archers gallop from corner to farthest corner again
with their sacred epistles and correspondences,
noising their evangels of freedom
to all the ones in shipwreck and to all the slaves of exile;
shadowed by the span of the albatross,
the mighty ziz-bird outshadowing the sun,
they ride with their bows like the huns rode
and the holy scythian war swords
are raised above their heads
in an ecstatic worship of war:
but heed lest you forget:
their triumphs and festivites,
but a homage,
and a lamb of sacrifice...
to the great Eagle...
atop the tree...
these days of inspiration;
these basins of rough-terrained hope;
these nights of destitution,
the screeches and hisses of the dark.
Copyright © The End Commune | Year Posted 2017