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Awakening of Self

Blissfulness upholds the surrounding environment caused by awareness. For every breath taken don’t be mistaken it wasn’t a miss take in for every breath theirs a reason; As is each and every season some taken, yet a lot givin.
The new light of each day I begin by searching myself within while closing my eyes fallowing my breath as it fills my lungs and finds its position.
Eyes weak yet filled with a dark glaze as I ask my 3rd eye to take me away to the place I needa be; there I will surely see what I need to do an who I need to see. 
Strength filled all over my body from head to toe, if ya know ya know. upward ability allow my self to flow beyond all possibilities that I may know.

Rested yet learned all that I needed to know for the path that was shown and where I might roam .
Thoughts of what the next light of day im to uphold shall bring forth.
concluded thoughts that remain unclouded but in sync; here now are such possibilities so clear for such wonder, yet the next step is for thou destiny to spring up an arise as is my vibe.

Full Bliss

As the silent walls enravish the sweetness
The thunders roars, the water sways
Fallowing breed of mountain's delight
Grazed in the oak of nature's meet

The thunders roars, the water sways
The tendrils of scented pine trees discovered
Grazed in the oak of nature's meet
It's fullness thereof, behold the splendor

The tendrils of scented pine trees discovered
Fallowing breed of mountain's delight
It's fullness thereof, behold the splendor
As the silent walls enravish the sweetness

Full Bliss

As the silent walls enravish the sweetness
The thunders roars, the water sways
Fallowing breed of mountain's delight
Grazed in the oak of nature's meet

The thunders roars, the water sways
The tendrils of scented pine trees discovered
Grazed in the oak of nature's meet
It's fullness thereof, behold the splendor

The tendrils of scented pine trees discovered
Fallowing breed of mountain's delight
It's fullness thereof, behold the splendor
As the silent walls enravish the sweetness

Touching

Slow gentle sliding touch

Barely there fallowing form

Quiet movement seeking finding

Going everywhere touching all

Returning here there touch again

Favorites found

Focus combines this that

Together building growing strong

Moving quicker firmer more

Growing growing strong strong

All is focus

All is now

Over coming

Pasting now

Slow gentle touching

Fading slowing

Touch

Bugs

Little bugs keep fallowing me
Looking for somewhere to be
My hat is wide with shade for them
As it makes shade for me
So they fallow me about
Even when I try to keep them out
Where ever I may go
The little bugs follow along with me

Home Is Blue Dust

“Home is Blue Dust”
Running scared
Sweat
Running down, body covered
Colliding with and torn root
Feeling fallowing hands and knees
Bear grow bellows behind
Prey moves faster
Harder to see
Bear claws dig into dirt
Increasing speed
The human moves mouth full of dead pine
Running is fast confusing
	Looking back
Running to the clearing 
Grass and sunlight
A hunter tires.
Runner halts doubles back
Runs back down at an angle wide
Falls sliding face down and tumbles
Scrape, gash, bruise, thud
Off the side of tree
Pine ancient peels off a layer
	Fresh sap oozes
There in the distance 
Quiet under the trees
A broken vase of blue dust
	Extraterrestrial
Attraction a spell said to the silence
The bear claws at the human’s eyes

Garden

Chokeberry bush is gardens’ heart and soul
 As it grows proud and tall
It produces barriers that can be eaten whole
Or can be made into juice and liquor during fall

The grape winding vine 
From which we make wine
The wine tastes divine
And its smell is very fine

Black and white currants are like pearls of the sea
Even simple gooseberries about them have certain majesty
Raspberry like red diamond of African steps glowing mysteriously
Strawberry here now gone tomorrow remind one how quickly time will flee 

When wind will blow in orchid time will cease
And all paradoxes also cease
The awareness of soul will increase
And alleviation of troubled heart will put spirit at peace

 Wild rose queen of all flowers with wall will be aligned
One could spot it even if he was blind
Fallowing the divine smell and taste it leaves behind
It reflects the greatest divination of greatest form sublime and undefined

Helpless

These thoughts and images could my head,
As my imagination rushes ahead.

The hurt, the pain, the heartache, the tears.
I can see you causing me these in the fallowing years.

With your words and your touch, your smell and your strength,
All of which together I cannot go against.

Every night I wait in my room, helpless, waiting for you to come up the stairs,
Waiting for my door to creak open, for the moonlight to show that your there.

I watched as you hurt her, that dear friend of mine.
You took her childhood away, and ripped away the normal life of mine.

You still haunt my life, even though this happened long, long ago.
 I wish I could forget you, but I can’t, so um forced to forever put on a show.

His Shadow

I am walking in his shadow
I have never seen his face
But I’m on the road he traveled
And I pray to match his pace
But each step he takes is perfect
I’ll not match it this I know
But I’ll just keep on walking
In his shadow as I go

He walks the straight and narrow
Not veering left or right
I walk along the edges
Still keeping him in sight
But I see things off his pathway
And I’m tempted by their glow
I’d be lost without him
In his shadow so I go

He knows that I’m not perfect
So he casts his shadow wide
So even if I misstep
It’s right there by my side
And I see I can recover
And get back up and so
Fallowing in his footsteps
In his shadow I still go 

Mdailey	7/7/11

Night Sky

Night sky

I stare at the night stars
and I start a conversation
with the good Lord of ours
about his great creation

Of life I asked him
I said ''With all the beauty
why must we go through all the strife
of this little ol' world.''

''If there is a better way
for a cowboy in the is world
why all this heat
and wind so bitter and cold?''

''If you would answer me
show me where to go
please show me
please let me know.''

He didn't show me
that night
Nor the way I asked did
he show me the light.

But when day broke 
over the Great Divide
I finally saw things
from his side.

He gave us this place 
to grow and prosper and strive
and there is no struggle in life
with him on our side

So I'm gonna be a cowboy
in this lonesome land
and live my life
fallowing God's great plan.

Landscape - Conway, North Carolina

Cotton
Swooning acres of it
Cotton
Brown bush withering miles of it
Cotton
Fallen ground level clouds
The white of it
Memory shaking shrouds
The plight of it.

And all this innocence of white
The black earth yields
All this - strands of phony light
In dry fallowing fields
The rigor of it
Clothing a back bending history
The vigor of it
Building from blood a white economy
The stillness of it
The dead silence about it
Memories of the cross
And resurrection
With no stone rolled away.

The cross
Consist of so many varied expectations
The loss
Of something beyond mere integration
Cotton - clothes the mind with meanings
The sheer beauty of it
Sin and sorrow forever the gleanings
The wind sighs
In fearful tumult of the spirit

The Old Ways

You ridicule the baobab tree
Where the village 
After the abeng was blown
Meet to chart each new destiny

Speak of the old ways
As primitive and ancient
But crime was not rampant
Like ants scurrying in their nest
Biting at everything
And young girls did not walk
With babies
Before they had finished school
And young boys
Did not pile with nothing to do
On dusty corners
While fallowing fields turn to ruin
And families did not fall apart
Like dry corn
Shelled from withered cob.
And we knew how to disagree
In our conversations
Without the circus economy
Of unjust courts and corrupt police
And we were not civilized then
Because we were happy men.

Where the baobab tree use to be
A gym is there now
For children who do no work again.

What We Became

for all the love we show for our hero's
what we became to see is reality 
hero's is a name who some people shame
some don't even see what freedome is about
untill time runs all out
what we become is fallowing in our fellow's
foot steps with many rep's
time can only tell hoping it won't be too late , if we don't look at our hero's
of the U.S.A. who cried and died for those
who they saved , then what will we become ?
with every stone and tag each name is engraved , to remember the ones who 
loves us the most dies and tries to keep one thing
in mind every one is born blind till some one leads the way one day to a door so 
they can see of what we became .

Eyes

those eyes they haunt me 
fallowing my dreams 
locking themselves inside the corners of my mind
creating a picture of what i was not suppose to find
created by you the horrors that i see
the secrets that were locked deep within
the forests of me
each tree another day 
each rose another kiss
each breath another hope in the darkness of the abyss
each path another road to the puzzle left behind
the lost memories that i hoped i could never find
terrors hauting i see those forsaken eyes
i can feel the breath apon my face
the hands wrapped tight around my neck
ghostly hands that only my eyes can see
the gun in my hand i swear its not really me 
just a reflection of evil hidden inside 
locked within the beauty of the beautiful
rose left to hide
each tree another day 
each rose another kiss 
each breath another hope in the darkness of the abyss
 the smile of a child to hide those hideous eyes
what you will never see and i will never find

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