The dirt road lined with a wooden fence seems traveled and long
Its direction straight forward with maple and birch;
- where can I go wrong - ?
The steps I take settle in the dirt and relaxation ensues
Clouds pass like ships in the sky full of shades of blue
A bird is chirping nearby, almost beeping in the air
When I try to see it there it goes, flying in the air
I feel like I am part of a world of beauty, engulfed by what I see
- A place full of freedom, where I can be me -
Heidi Sands
10/1/26
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Shared atmosphere vapor trails in blank stares across a room so crowdedly desolate.
Always there, always filthy. Slideshows flicker like the magnavox eyes shuffle lid to lid, moment to moment as time fleets like dust shimmering in my heart. Always filthy.
Brought out of the infectiously swollen cardiac arrest, through the waters, so thick drowning with due care. Peeled back potential baking like hot glue amongst the weight of glory that was never there.
Love against the glass ceiling swimming above while the sharks swim below. Sinking into the black and blue that ensues carbonated lungs scream alone in the waves below a somber rock a bye into the phonetics, into the pride less afternoons wasted in silence.
Alone in the drink as all the hands let go awaiting always filthy waiting to sink out of mind and out of sight.
Like a remote yet lucid picture in a dream,
The strange scene of some sequence set
Runs in patches, pictures and linked to fret;
And anxiety squezes itself through to scream,
At the unknown dreary source of the unease;
The oft cherished homely thoughts so dear,
Need no more space nor moments to spare
When the journey past ,or still ahead to dare,
Carry with them hope and the purpose clear-
As to what is to be done and what is to come;
A little thing that ensues from neglect or pride
Leads but to crevices or breaks in a neat finish;
Well thought, honest prompts never diminish
The vigour and vita to float even in ebbing tide ;
The fear hid in the soul's corner may rupture:
For, there the devil in diplicity awaits to capture!
When the sudden dust storm blows,
And the numbing winds start to rise,
Plant your feet and let roots expand,
Keep your eyes upon the skies.
Branches bend, but do not shatter; leaves
Will fall, but life remains. Brave the storm
For your own sake, Sunlight ensues all the
Rains.
Stand your ground and hold your head,
Weather every quick-freeze and frost.
No matter what the direction ahead, no
True strength is ever forfeited.
Heed inner vocal prompt,
hear that subtle whisper,
hidden compass beneath,
hand or heart to self oath,
hovers above dumb delay,
hindsight a red faced blush,
hapless one, null and void
Harvest of well-being,
happens to tender souls,
hinging on trusted gut’s,
honey pot lucky lure,
healing ache sedative,
halcyon phase ensues,
hoist a mirthful flag wave
Install a frame of mind,
include grand fitting goals,
imagine true triumph,
imbued with lavish heart,
instant rapport on switch,
ignites widespread blue flame,
instinct, root source ally
Love seeps from curling words
into a floundering bloodstream,
A Pychpomp's breath,
pumping through the pulse of mature ache
resurrects a rage for bloodthirsty romance,
Her veins awaken to tighten hotly
through and through along thighs,
wrists, and throat,
She is captive to a caress
controlling and cathartic,
A ruthless healing ensues,
blooms like bitten beauty
begging for a deeper kiss,
His spirit swirls around her most sensitive nerve,
pearls of dormant passion
begin to sweat their luster,
His gripping becoming brazen
and gothic strong,
She sighs with a scream of cream
that shatters sorrow
and simmers the soul,
His wing tips ablaze
along her heart now starlit true,
within a breathless epiphany
Her world has been remade,
reworked, and reformed
into a righteous worthy faith
that chaos nor the Devil can curse -
J.A.B.
Existence’s fragile strings fray, unravel,
Just like seconds spinning frantically on a tarnished clock.
Until clogs overwhelm and overheat,
Gearboxes grind to a halt.
Suspension of time.
Desperation sets in.
A race to permanently remain in stasis ensues.
Breathe. Calm down.
Find your repose.
Survey your frozen surrenderings.
This juncture is not on your side.
An unknown future awaits if you don't find the right building.
Ramshackles span miles upon miles,
All decaying—a stark reminder of what you are vehemently fighting.
The kiss of Death’s cold embrace
will not touch your lover’s lips.
Find Zoltar.
Place your hands upon the frost-tipped crystal ball.
Shatter any remaining cracks.
Dig deep into a pulsating pool of memories.
Remember the differences between the buildings.
Zoltar hides in the shack that lies beyond the shadows.
There is a knotted handle made of human bone.
Enter the sinister establishment.
Feed the insatiable figure your soul.
Open the portal.
Place your hands on the gelid orb.
Pulverised,
Stagnating time’s equilibrium—infinitely.
Reunion of friends
Family, a crowd
Her fiftieth trends
Of her, we're proud
A model, she struts
Resplendent in blue
With signature, guts
Astride husband, true
Past, present, apart
To feast and dance
Next chapter to start
A risk, another chance
Ensues a warm glow
Asking, when next?
Meetings may flow
Pray not a mere text
My dogs are similar to cats in some respects
sometimes they get a certain stance
give each other a knowing look
a chase that rivals a squirrel chase ensues
they jump from couches to recliners
circle to the bedroom and back
the furniture moves two to three feet
as they begin their next jumping session
they are huffing and puffing now
it is like having giant four-legged gorillas inside
they just raced out again, the chase is on
I wait before straightening the furniture
Words can't explain what you have done
Fought all my battles I couldn't of won
Listened to the madness, witnessed it too
The only person I trust is you
Fighting the battles as they come
All of this would be to much for someone
But you take it in your stride
Make me feel safe when all I wanna do is hide
The stress it is causing I see on your face
But you take it all in your pace
No money or gifts could thank you enough
So hopefully this poem explains it enough
Things will get better, of that I'm sure
And I can be with the one I adore
Until that day I know I'm in safe hands
Your the only one who understands
Saying I love you doesn't seem enough
Seeing you love me, even when it's been rough
No presents or money could ever show
Your the one my heart does owe
So let's fight these battles together as always
And maybe soon we'll be out of all these revolving doorways
Until then please hold close
My love for you only grows
Thank you for loving me the way you do
I only ever want to be with you
Another day, another battle ensues
Me and you will make it through
I love you ***
The eastern gale hath done us part,
Her blighting hale ensues;
‘Til death in brushes strokes its harp
Thy love is but a ruse.
The summer whale hath blown her hair
Across this lovesick sea;
‘Twas long ago I said to her
Make heavenly of me.
There is a place
A moment's space
where Time is paused
and hush is caused
Where infinity
we almost see
where colors flash
and letters dash
While not a word
but thought is heard
Thought will then muse
Till word ensues
But did it dare
find Ego's lair
where “I” command
is in demand
If thought is deep
Let Ego sleep
Or else remorse
might stem our course
Yet “I” is strong
shouts Evermore
and finds scant use
on other's shore.
Now there are clues
Though each is strong
The one we choose
May prove us wrong.
But at last although
there is one choice
which will then echo
as our voice.
One me stands steady, quiet and free,
a single mantra hum, a one-note plea.
Life moves smooth with one voice to appease,
one urge to answer, one heart to please.
Then a second me bursts in to shout,
“Hey—what about me?” it barrels out.
Two hands now fight, wrenching hard at the wheel,
a tug-of-war ensues that no truce can ever seal.
Then a third me shows up with a restless claim,
that split-shares the peace, with defiant trident flame.
A tragedy of commons, endless in dispute—
three ways straining, destructive in pursuit.
You paused, speaking of eyes,
but never grasped the emptiness within.
A blazing fire dwells there,
a desolate horizon
bearing the wonder of eternity.
My gaze falters,
caught in the walls of doubt.
Relentless time chases these eyes,
harrowing lies murmur
within the hollow chest.
Worn, jaded, sleepless eyes
these eyes must not see anyone,
must touch no one:
not the golden allure of your skin,
not even the soft, liquid form of water.
No one loves,
yet love somehow blooms
a shattered whim of mine.
Silent resentment turns hours astray,
like rows of forsaken pines in winter,
wailing with the grief of nature.
In the dense forest of my eyes,
a jaguar’s chase ensues
no haven of love can be built here.
The tide breaks against a body,
alone on love’s empty island.
No one is anywhere,
and in my eyes lingers only the sorrow
of a boundless horizon.
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
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