We’re all under construction~
beams of old longing,
new rooms of courage,
hallways still waiting for light.
Some days the blueprints blur;
the architect in us
loses her pencil,
forgets which dream
was meant for which door.
Yet the work continues:
a quiet hammering of hope,
the soft lift of a window
finally opening
to a better wind.
We walk around ourselves
like half-finished houses,
touching the places
that still need sanding,
still need paint,
still need forgiveness.
And somehow~
in all this scaffolding,
in all this dust~
we remain beautiful
in the way unfinished things are:
full of promise,
full of rooms
we haven’t entered yet.
Men away from home
tear away asphalt
like thick skin
and replace.
Work proceeds
sunrise to sunset.
They bear the heat
of a summer day.
Their bodies ache
but they move on.
The rumble of land
disturbed stirs grackles
from field. They take
to the sky seeking freedom.
The workers inch up a hill
as traffic crawls by
in the open lane.
The workers remember
their wives and children
back home and long
to steal a few moments
during the weekend
and see them again.
They lingered.
Today speaking to someone Holy and reverend
all the research I had done for many years
it was answered like speaking to God easing a burden
heart to heart we shared something deeply considered special
Many moons I have searched for answers knowing the truth
where there is no smoke without fire
It tells a tale to a soul searching by itself
the questions asked am I on the right road not judging but heeding the Words written by our doctors
Out of charity speaking in direction knowing sinful characters
how much Love does it take to speak from wisdom
so many have become shallow supporting evil ways
The blind always claim to be victims of condemnation
one thing for sure happiness is the peace of mind praying
The left will never be right when push comes to shove
satan has the power we give him over us
who wants to know the truth or keep living in the lie
denying the common good its rightful place
A ship off the old dock
1869 launched on the Leven
named for an archaic Scottish short shirt
worn by a witch in a Robbie Burns poem
damaged by fire in 2007
a composite construction clipper
with George Moodie as 1st skipper
sailing 8 seasons in the China trade
on the whirling wind across the swirling sea
no they're not made
like that any more
she danced as a dervish carrying tea
then wool for ten years again and again
driving on in record time from Australia to Great Britain
and after all those ocean voyages
from her Dumbarton launch to end her days
a museum on the Thames in Greenwich
only 425 miles away
When appearing in public as Droopy sad vote needy it just
crumbles just as the millions of others.
Left with a guilty dialogue to chase? Please yourself
and don't for once, your a grown up, you can don't know too.
Please visit Ventura and thousand oaks cities guys.
Bring your spine it has a home here it's missing
Get to work
Make nother talking history hiding
Oopsy building down?
Elected by majority of population, sad?
For Angela Voras- Hills
As work inches along the highway you’ll
be standing next to a field the breeze a song only
you’ll hear as it whispers but you remember
life’s a song your life a collage of all the
experiences your heart holds such joy
to behold as the season passes as the
passing sun bleeds into the sky as the days
slip from your hands but that’s the way it goes
as your hold your sign as moments go by
and a voice in your head says it is so
now an open road as a car rushes by fast.
You’ll only remember the joy the days go by so fast.
a line from a poem by Angela Voras-Hills.
My mind, body and spirit are under construction right now. The only people allowed to trespass is myself, me, and I, the worker of self. Only I am qualified to get this job done.
Construction and
Destruction..
No separation
No between..
It's not knowing
What seems as
Knowing of the
Arising and disappearing
In sequence with elation
And despair...
May your mind reset , so you can see others like they really are. Unique complexes units
May your anger turn into a passion, an unstoppable creative power
May your heart realize the real necessity of people. The comunication and living.
May your ideas go so deeply in your life you destroy the commom sense of reality.
May your soul be able to read the paralel universe of creation and discovering in the time of an eyes blink.
May we can create together
It’s about to explode, ready set..
there’s such stability in chaos;
So wild the part of you that’s free;
Atomic part of you blown free
takes root and slowly starts to set;
Careful the construction of chaos;
Discounting the structure in chaos,
naive to that serving core of ‘Free’;
Supernovas have an unstable set;
Just let go and set the chaos free.
Every road is closed
backtracking to find a way
to my parents house
The fate of man is well renown
And as our future tumbles down
We the ones that time soon will cast
Are left with memories of the past
Those guilty of death's construction
Orchestrate our mass destruction
So here we sit and wonder why
As all our hopes and dreams pass by
A coworker and I stand
along a lone Nebraska highway
far from home.
I stand on one end
of a work zone-
a co-worker stands
on the other
communication by walkie talkie
to direct traffic
as it comes and goes.
A road that’s broken
must be made whole
as life bubbles forth
from underground streams
in an unfamiliar place.
Work inches forward
until the sun bleeds
into the sky
when night conversations
friendships are sought
in each other
as we ponder
our time and place
and a light in the parking lot
shines like the moon.
March 19, 2023
The sign you hold:
a) says either stop or slow
b) is a matter of perception
c) makes for moments of conversation
d) is a pause in time
When one lane is closed:
a) cars must stop and wait for others
b) another lane is open
c) each of us must live another life
d) time stands still
The pilot vehicle:
a) will take off on Runway #1
b) is painted in psychedelic colors
c) leads cars through the work zone
d) will take you to the stars
When an emergency vehicle approaches:
a) the old man down the road must be sick
b) close your eyes and hope for the best
c) realize everything works out in the end
d) hold traffic so it can pass
A change of weather:
a) observe the clouds as they sing and dance
b) soon it will rain
c) work pauses
d) lightning never strikes twice
e) all of the above
At the end of day:
a) skies are painted
b) all lanes are re-opened
c) the sun falls over the edge of the earth
d) someone will cry
February 7, 2023
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