When lilly kisses rose
and lilly I did know
and trees I thought
grew very deep
and lived
within the forest.
And green
the hay is sweet
and brown
dry moss cries
why.
And lillies white
remind the sky
blue cotton
clouds they swirl.
There grew the two.
so dear
most thought.
Short breath
two centered
scents.
And how
before
them both
I stood
once near
their hearts
too far.
And when
I know
how
roses grow
and pressed
so hard
was I.
And cups
of milk
I loaned to
them
cinnamon
and spice.
Sugar sweets
they made
from them
and
now to know
both why.
While
lilly bridged
sweet roses
bank as
water rushes
by.
at last we have bridged the head-heart divide ~
moments yet to come, we let God decide
Soft as the dusk at the close of day,
The words of ages drift away,
Once bound in beauty, fierce and bright,
Now faint as stars that fade from sight.
What once was treasure, clasped with care,
Falls like leaves in the empty air.
No more the verses bold and keen,
Now silent tales, once told, unseen.
The voices rich that sang so clear
Are ghostly whispers few can hear.
Each line that held a heart and mind
Unraveled now, left undefined.
In every book once held so dear,
Only shadows linger here,
A quiet tomb, a lost refrain—
The songs of soul that die in vain.
Yet still I mourn with heavy breath
The quiet, slow, unspoken death
Of words that once had bridged all time—
Fading, faint, a lost, last rhyme.
watching through the lenses
rubies of midnight sky
connected like red threads
stained with night's dye
thousands of miles apart
thousands of lives in between
the blind connection remains
like messages left unseen
minimal yet eternal void
bridged with untold memories
the love and the hatred
the reliefs and the worries
stories to remember through years
of how the stars waited eagerly
praying the space in-between to decline
so they could collide eternally...
She was just so darn spiritual, was not of this world
Like a whispered mist before you, she would un-furl
Rendering you into a such a non-conscionable state
“Till you were onto her level where you could relate
Captured yet strange not once held with any chains
Once in your thoughts your attention she entertains
Loosening emotions, that before were never notions
Releasing within you, so, heart rendering explosions
To a lesser man, she would be considered as brazen
But to her, within, she holds no such, discrimination
The freedom she gives leaves thoughts so unbridled
One becomes brave, and to her ego feels so entitled
As she believes a mind trapped should only be freed
No need to others to bow down no need to concede
When notions within you, those yet to be conceived
Ready now to be understood knowledge is achieved
One may die trying, but till then one has never lived
A real concept of life and what it’s like to be bridged
bomber jacket, dark glasses
blown out hair,
faded jeans that fit me slim,
brown leather belt and shoes,
a dangling cigarette between lips,
is how I would fancy look!
Reality is something else,
and what I look is more like this…
A T shirt straight out of wash,
never seen the underside of iron,
crumpled to show how the machine spins!
trousers broad fit that struggle to stay
at the waist, with a belt that fails to grip,
the colours of these never match,
and the shoes are ones that were
quick to reach, and the result is a
riot of disagreeable colours!
who cares!!! That is me!
When I walk, my wife walks with me
separated by a hundred feet,
with her impeccable attire that
compliments every fraction of her,
with lipsticks to match!!
Style of clothing do not make a man
but they seem to make a woman!
Reality of life is mismatch of things,
that we learn to love and to live with!
That is why we have been married years!!
our distances in clothes is bridged by
our deep understanding and love for
each other! And when this love really
gets to work- we often discard our clothing!!
Every soul is liberated
the day Christ went
down to the grave
Ascending high
above heaven,
Christ bridged the gap
between earth and sky,
like a cloud
parting from the ocean
Sacrificed and sanctified
with his blood of all sinners.
The word once a prophecy
now, a liberating source of all man.
The early Church tradition,
Now a worldwide feast
here on earth
Redeemed but bleeds
as a sacrificial lamb
once and for all.
eyes met
faces lit up
in expectancy
but the distance
between head and heart
could not be bridged
innocence wept
gifted moment lost
for now ethereal vibrations
recognising oneness
remain barren
denied the caress
of love sublime by touch
I stare into the void of glowing screens,
A modern-day oracle, my silent confidante.
How did life lead me to this pixelated precipice?
A chasm waiting to be bridged by strangers' stories.
The hum of algorithms weaves a tapestry,
Threads of lives unraveling, intertwining.
Wars rage beyond the glass, bloodshed unseen,
Yet here I am, eyes fixed on the luminous abyss.
Digits dance, mocking my inertia,
Their binary whispers a curse upon my mind.
I neglect the tangible, the touch of sun-warmed skin,
Trading it for the cool glow of virtual existence.
Forever waiting, forever scrolling,
I seek solace in the electric hum of connection.
But oh, the irony—the more I consume,
The emptier this lifeless screen becomes.
Give me flesh, give me laughter,
Not just pixels and phantom notifications.
Let me break free from this digital echo,
And find meaning in the warmth of shared moments.
if...
a philosophy may...
be
a full-loss-of-fee
or
a phi-loss-of-why
or
a full-loss-of-phi
and...a diction-airy be
as
a thesaurus that
be
as the-soar-us
or
as the-sour-us
or
as the-sore-us
then...use your mental wording
as came-bridged in the mind
that
a meant-all-diction can
sew
a conversation without
being
a converse that stays shunned
stan sand
we
this-oar-us...
and
thee-sore-us...
need
this-hour-as...
we
came-bridged...
with
diction-air-ease..
for a
full-loss-of-whys...
we
knot some
full-loss-of-fees...
with phil's
full-loss-of-sophie...
over
phil's-loss-of-why's...
stan sand
I've bridged
the space between
the page and your eyes
with these words,
now they are easing
their way in,
brushing past a memory
or a feeling, still fresh
from yesterday or lingering
in the mind from years ago,
a joy or a hurt, a hollow
that has never
quite closed over.
I will rest here awhile
and reach out
to that trembling
presence that always
seems to stay hidden
in your shadows,
too afraid to draw near.
I will gather words
to slowly shape
its face into form
so that you may
recognise who it is
as it comes closer,
holding out its arms,
asking, after all this time,
to be loved.
When lilly kisses rose.....
and lilly i did know..
and trees i thought...
grew very deep..
and lived...
within the forest...
.......
and green...
the hay is sweet...
and brown...
dry moss asks why..
....
and lillies white...
remind the sky...
sweet cotton.....
how it swirls..
....
there grew the two..
so dear...
most thought...
....
sweet..breath..
and..peppermints...
two centered..
scents....
...
and how....
before...
them both..
i stood...
too near...
their heart
by far...
...
and when..
i know....
how..
roses grow...
and pressed...
so hard..
was i.....
.....
and cups..
of milk...
i loaned to..
them....
cinnamon..
and spice...
....
sugar sweets....
they made...
from them...
now to know..
both why.....
......
while..
lilly bridged..
sweet roses..
bank..and..
water rushes...
by..
That seemingly uncrossable chasm
Between youth and as old age
Is all too easily bridged
As tomorrows become yesterdays
Peace like a river,
washes over my soul
My gaze is to heaven
For Christ paid my toll
The valley was deep
He bridged the divide
Dries tears that I weep
Drew me to His side
Oh Father, Your mercies
Are pure and so sweet
For You take our broken,
To make us complete
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