gossamer mists
dawn from nowhere
cross the lane,
sheer and diaphanous
they envelop the sunlight
in a web of mystery
the wind seeks to reveal
with soft puffs of breath
under the covers
day creeps to dusk
shadows stretch across the field,
drawing long dark veils
as threads, to strand the day's end.
They unravel their camouflage
to shield all the slumberers
trying to sleep
under the covers
Sparrow in the sun.
He shakes off the night's horrors,
"Good Lord! What a dream!"
Jesus you are with me
I see all I need is to trust in You My God
Jesus you are with me always
I know you are God I know you are with me
Love guides me to never surrender
Holding onto you Jesus forever
All the dead are with me now
All the dead are alive now in Jesus Christ forever
the living might doubt all the dead have no doubts
Jesus I love you cause your my best friend from forever
I sing with you Lord Jesus in my heart every second
Just because I did not get my results does not mean Chuck norris and DMX did not intercede I know they did Jesus showed me they did
Just because I asked the dead mafia and dead prophets and apostles and mother marry and Jesus to intercede does not mean my prayers were not answered in fact I have faith they were answered and all are saved as He showed me I believe in my heart Jesus gave me true visions of eternity!!
Ah, sunrise! A great time to seize the day!
For generations, it has been that way.
Climax – horizon the beacon does ply,
To steady lightening of eastern sky.
For generations, it has been that way,
But to many, this event still holds sway;
To steady lightening of eastern sky.
Slice of cosmos touching earth makes us sigh.
But to many, this event still holds sway;
Time for love, laughter, wonder, work, and play.
Slice of cosmos touching earth makes us sigh;
The light of truth clearer when sun is nigh.
Time for love, laughter, wonder, work, and play;
To which lovers, others have much to say.
The light of truth clearer when sun is nigh;
Sunrise – another chance to live our “why?”
To which lovers, others have much to say;
Climax – horizon the beacon does ply.
Sunrise – another chance to live our “why?”
Ah, sunrise! A great time to seize the day!
Ah, sunrise! A great time to seize the day!
For generations, it has been that way.
Climax – horizon the beacon does ply,
To steady lightening of eastern sky.
For generations, it has been that way,
But to many, this event still holds sway;
To steady lightening of eastern sky.
Slice of cosmos touching earth makes us sigh.
But to many, this event still holds sway;
Time for love, laughter, wonder, work, and play.
Slice of cosmos touching earth makes us sigh;
The light of truth clearer when sun is nigh.
Time for love, laughter, wonder, work, and play;
To which lovers, others have much to say.
The light of truth clearer when sun is nigh;
Sunrise – another chance to live our “why?”
To which lovers, others have much to say;
Climax – horizon the beacon does ply.
Sunrise – another chance to live our “why?”
Ah, sunrise! A great time to seize the day!
During stress I transport my mind
To a place far from somewhere confined
To somewhere that is relaxing and free
Away from storms and debris
To a place where I finally belong
Where I’m very rarely wrong
It can change on a regular basis
A place where is open and spacious
The hills, the forest or on sandy beach
Nobody else to argue or preach
Day dreaming about stability
Close my eyes and everyone is healthy
Anywhere that I feel calm
Where no one will ever come to harm
Dreaming of a better life somewhere far
Looking up at the stars
Reality is stress crushing my chest
But a few moments a day make my mind rest
Behind my aging lines,
I preserved a child of youth—
For jiggling, for sprinting,
Alongside the wind.
Alas, I lost him,
When the daydream died.
The climax occurs in shape of alarm
Transition takes place from the little sleep
To the resumption of the big one
And in this moment of change… a fight ensues
It's a battle royale between the
Dark recesses of the mind
And the recess of the conscience
Returning to the class room of reality
The body reluctantly follows
On this forced march into daylight
Where the engagement is commencing
And the forces struggle to align
The line of sight looms near
But the outcome isn't clear
Because this contratemps
Is both internal… and eternal
The aftermath leaves one to wonder
Before the forces gath'ring plunder
How could the circumstances gather
Leading to what wakefullness
Can put together in sequence
What led up to a moment… that could not be foreseen
Our sleep song ends as night swiftly retires...
into sunbeams through which our dream expires.
Lighting a cigarette, I take a drag, letting the signature scent and taste envelop me: slightly bitter tobacco with the lingering taste of mint.
Lying back, staring at the light blue sky where the clouds create a flawless abstract piece of art.
Closing my eyes, I feel the grass tickling my skin where my clothes fail to cover.
Birds flying overhead, gliding on the breeze, slowing as they approach their destination.
Black and yellow honeybees work hard, hovering over every flower in their sight.
Suddenly, thunder booms so loudly I open my eyes, blinking away the fog. I realize I’m sitting in my chair and it was all a daydream.
Now here I sit, gazing out the window to see the rain coming down harder than before, hitting the window pane.
Drip… Drip… Drip…
I step beyond my front door, shoes brushing dew
And the air is crisp, familiar-something old, something new.
The sky unfolds in pale gold, the sparrows sing the same tune,
And I swear, I've wandered here before, beneath the waking moon.
Sunlight dapples over lawns just as it always does,
Neighbors wave, dogs bark, the world's gentle hum abuzz.
Every scent, each rustle, is a whisper from the past:
The rustling trees greet me-echoes that forever last.
My feet trace the sidewalk cracks, memory's soft parade,
I know the way the breeze feels, the shifting light and shade.
Deja vu in every heartbeat, in every glance I steal-
It seems, like yesterday, this day was wholly real.
Yet, as I wander outward, with wonder and with grace,
I find new meaning hidden in every time-worn place.
Perhaps I've lived this day before, or dreamed it in the night,
But outside, in the morning sun, the world feels just as right.
Pain holds its insistence pressed against me.
I dream of a misty, selfless new morn ~
soft as maternal skin ~
easing me free with a true smile
to greet a
sweet day born!
I love the blue water,
as I am rocked to sleep.
The salt air fills my soul,
as I dream far away.
I am awakening,
to a misty sea day.
By calm childhood's brook,
shafts of brash, slanting light
shone through a dewy mist.
From a stone, there I spied,
descending from a thread,
dawn's angel from the dark.
Life
good days
and bad days.
Days to recall,
days I will forget.
I have learned much from life.
Many friends stay forever,
some break your heart along the way.
We grow learning more about ourselves,
life is fun, hard and many times painful.
As many keep saying life must go on,
days turning into weeks then to years.
We ask where did all the time go?
Time and life seem to be friends,
as walking hand and hand.
As I sit I wait,
enjoying time.
Cool breeze with-
old dreams,
End.
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