I saw a streak of living flame,
with no regard for rule or name;
It tumbled through the morning grass,
as if the sun had come to pass.
Its paws struck earth in tiny drums,
like thunder where the daylight hums;
The wind bent low to kiss its ear,
the sky leaned down to watch it near.
It charged at leaves, then spun away,
a knight without a war to play;
Its tail a banner, bright and free,
declaring joy for all to see.
And when it stopped, and caught my gaze,
all breath was gone, all time erased;
No crown, no sword, no sky above
just two small eyes, and endless love.
There they sit
Unmoved, stilled
Yet fully filled
With recorded words
A journey of sorrow, grief
Great loss...my proverbial cross
Proof that I was me
I can't bear to open
The plastic lid
Peer inside the ocean
Where all the fish are the same
Swimming in a nice, neat row
Declaring, "She made it!
She's finally WHOLE!"
....WHOLE, with nowhere to go...and no one to be
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-02-2025
Jack 155 10 Mar 2025
I met my younger self today
He insisted it was at the pub
He needed to be comfy and had much to say
I declined his offer of a pint
Declaring I’m good with the water, thanks anyway
He insisted, come on have a beer, it’s what we do
I told him, one day he will know, he lives in the darkness of extreme
I remind him of the expression of two ears and one mouth
Wishing him mindful awareness, that might cure his deafness
He told me stories that I already know, saying it’s all just about fun
I spoke about all the untold waste, not just of time and money
But of lost days and unexplored capability, potential and provision
I looked my younger self firmly in the eyes
I explained that life shouldn’t be about regrets
But there will be what if’s, maybe’s and I wonder’s
I know he hadn’t heard me, there certainly wasn’t any thank you
I just smiled, knowing that sometime in the future
He will say
I wished I’d met you earlier
Seen Said Sown
Seeds Of Life
Are Everywhere,
At Least From Here
They Are…
In My Eyes
Up My Nose
Crawling On
Your Skin And
Clothes…
Resilience Somehow
Manifest
Here And
Nowhere Else.
Only Ever
Realized
By Us…
Are You Special Yet?
***
Evidence Of Mass
Extinctions Aren’t
Really Very Rare…
But Here We Are
And This Time We
Notice…
What More Do You Want?
***
We've Looked From
End To End
To Find Another
Healthy Womb...
Well, Some-Body Has
Now Some-How We
Know...
Try That With Only
Cosmic Star-Dust!
***
Seeds of Life Are
Nearly No-Where…
Only Here Inside
Our SOUP…
Declaring
Residence And
Resistance…
Sustaining Every Conscious Array…
Infintessimal, Extra-Ordinary,
Wavering Persistance.
-Gray Squirrel
07-20-2025
(“Shadow Puppet”, 2023, original encaustic)
Dreamtime
Is there anybody out there
Sings the Muffin Man
From Drury Lane
The San Francisco skyline now
Tilted past recognition
A Jumble of order and chaos
Alas, once a beauty
Now a beast
Changed so much
In just a day
As Father Time sighs
And wears away
Surfaces that used to shine
Declaring now his desire
To become a her
And transition to another time.
(7/8/25)
the mooring rope of thought severed
we surfed silence unseen
self-aware
animating the void
between the pause of heartbeats
beseeching love to pair
whence betwixt strobes of bliss magnetism
vaporised presence transformed as light
declaring life’s game is but a dare
A velvet-heavy, honey-spiced cake
sat on a table spread vast.
soft enough for fingers to disappear into,
dense enough to still
even the most restless tongues.
Its candles flickered like stars.
No one asked who baked it.
No one wondered how long the oven stayed warm.
They just took— with knives that glinted like treaties,
with fingers that didn’t wait for plates.
Frosting smeared like territory lines,
plums dug out and hoarded,
their hands sticky with inheritance.
Someone wanted the cherry—
another, the coast of caramel.
Of course, they sang Happy Humanity to us,
clinking forks like medals,
smiling with mouths still full,
declaring the feast a triumph
without once glancing at the crumbs beneath the table.
The table itself is now a battlefield
of crusts and claims.
And the last slice sits on the chipped porcelain.
When you smile you light the world.
I'm so proud you are my girl!!!
You make gentle winds blow, birds sing,
when they hear a mere mention of your name.
Do you know the joy you bring???
The world and it's turbulent ways,
come rushing, pushing
battering, and crushing,
but the sound your voice,
soothes and hushes.
The world and its unwavering,
unsavoring remarks,
seem overwhelming,
declaring to me,
'is that the best that you've got'?
But then you say,
just a few words,
'Dad, I love you'
and the world don't stand a chance,
I'm back in this fight, ready to stand!!!
All the while,
and all the time,
I keep you, first,
upon my mind.
All the time,
and all the while,
thinking of you,
and whenever you smile.
The red curtains lift and the day begins
The sun steps up, introducing herself
Most of us don’t dare to look at her directly
a whispering wind enters
declaring that the world is ending today
In this abandoned theatre
The last place humans are
We sit enjoying the play
with a glorious farewell performance
from every single person we’ve ever met
We sit watching the plot unfolds
Our gaze fixed on the stage
our mistakes dramatized
Our invented characters reborn
Haunted by a so-called potential
Tall buildings kneel outside
Fires hiss, spit and growl
The end is certainly loud
But inside the sun is eternally shining
In this country
Politicians line their pockets from back-door deals
Sports figures kneel with raised fist, and protest our flag
Hollywood celebrities exclaim they will leave our country
Silicon Valley tramples on free-speech norms
Corporate elites rig systems to transfer wealth
and live more royally than kings of yore, while
Children hunger
for food
for love
for protection from abuse
Where are the marchers,
the protesters with cardboard placards
funded by big money,
Declaring that these,
the youngest of us
have a right to a life?
That simply being born
is not enough?
Where are those God-fearing pickets?
Tug-of-War
Alpha Dog
Carnivore
Locked our horns
Power struggle
Crown of thorns
Neither bows nor bends nor folds
Instead digs their heels
Leans in and holds
Under weights of worlds shouldered
Beneath catching fires smoldered
They juxtapose
Until the end
And so it goes
Protect; defend
Both yearning to submit, surrender
Though, coward, that would them then render
So instead they hold strong their positions
Each declaring their conditions
Never has this strategy
Ended anyway but tragedy
So each side is shocked and shorn
Strewn about, tattered, torn
Daughters, Mothers and Wives scorn
From empty houses
Alone; forlorn
Forever after they will wait
By the fire
Or at the gate
Until the day they receive
News, that from this horror,
There's no reprieve
He sat upon a stool
In a bar, of all places
Three men surrounded
Chiding TRUTH for her choice
A cowboy can NOT wear a crown
With his meek and mild ways
Who builds his castle
In a field where wild beast graze
Riches stepped forward
And presented houses, cars
Degrees, and exploration
Fame highlighted name brands,
Tours, recognition, replication
Then glory shone forth praise,
Adoration, and dedication
But TRUTH saw no connection
....suddenly, they charged forth,
enacting their MATTER BASED insurrection
As TRUTH stood by WORD
Declaring, "I CHOOSE HIM."
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-28-2025
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i woke with this
this
she
she were
osculating mine
wound
declaring it
her
whence
10 April 2025 1:08 PM
The sky is crying
Humanity is dieing
Giving way to transhumanist enslavement
Through mind altering entertainment
Cyborg glory can be yours a body that won't die
Just let them change your DNA and believe their every lie
Diseases and overcrowding the preach from every nation and mountain
Shortage of food and public housing climate change all lies from their poisonous fountain
Get your mrna shot it's the only chance man has got
Look here look there fear everything but our boiling pot
Soon the useless eaters will all be dead
And the usefull will have our chip in their head
Then satan will stand where he should not
Declaring himself as the one and only god
But his reign will be short lived
His chains are forged the pit lay open with its waiting lid
Yeshuas Kingdom of a thousand years
Will ensure that His gospel reaches every ear
Then satan will roam for a short while more
Then the weeds that spring up with him will be burned
And new heaven and earth God will make
And forever we'll live with Him where sin never again will wake
Whether you're in a prison,
Or a hospital bed confined.
Yours might just be a 9 to 5,
We all are still doing time.
Our conscience is our jury,
Declaring right and wrong.
Our thoughts the Judge who sentences,
To mental prison where we belong.
All of us are guilty,
In this life we're paying for our crime.
A death sentence has hangs over us.
In the prison of our minds.
But don't loose hope, there is good news,
How we all can be paroled.
The devil has to release anyone,
Even though they sold their souls.
God sent us an Attorney,
His name is Jesus Christ.
He said "All prisoners must be released!"
That believes in his sacrifice.
God sent him from heaven "Pro bono!"
For the hopeless, poor and lost.
He's volunteered to take our place,
Saying "Put me not them on that cross!"
"Father!" he said "Please forgive them!"
The know not what they do!
I've come to set the captives free,
Then I'll return to You!"
The Bible newspaper headlines reads,
"Whether you are young and old"
We have the scoop for all mankind,
The Greatest Story Every Told!
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