The Framework of Forever
(Inspired by "The Architecture of Time" by GOC Ogaraku)
Forget the warp of expanding space,
The pulling weight of a heavy place;
Though Einstein spoke of a bending frame,
The poet locks it in Newton’s name.
No cosmic strain, no speed can flight
The steady anchor that holds the night;
A river rushing one way alone,
By thermodynamic law is blown.
Behold the driver, the cosmic engine,
Beyond the range of our comprehension;
As Schopenhauer once tried to track,
The Blind Desire that won't turn back.
The canvas stays while the pictures change,
The silent absolute, vast and strange;
You cannot freeze what is already still,
Time never moves, for it is the will.
And through it all beats a rhythmic gears,
A structured metric that counts the years;
Anapaestic feet hit a structural wall,
Rhythmic Rhymes keeping pace for all.
Our frantic minds feel it race and fly,
While objective cosmic truth sits high;
The ticking clock of the written page
Enforces peace on our panicked age.
Black fur, bright sun
The superbolide that kept the night away
Green fields, brown eyes
A happy smile that blazed bright
Brighter than the endless blue skies above her
Home safe in familiar grass
Though riddled throughout and stiff of limb
I'll keep the peaceful smile in mind forever
Sleep tight, my love
You've got friends waiting for you
You've fought long enough
And earned a pleasant rest
Of earth and sea 'neath starry sky
She sleeps in spots most favored
Resting in the endless grass
And bathing in the peaceful stream
Drink deep of the mountain sun
And cool off when you're ready
Play with friends until sunset
And rest beside the fire
I wish I could make yesterday last until the sun died
To rub your fuzzy belly whilst you placed your paw on mine
I'll miss you dearly K, so sleep now without worry
And to my own passing day, you'll be warm inside my memory.
The low lands call
I ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ answer
They are ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ mountain makes its move
Beckoning me to ascend
A ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ difficult path
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ up the slippery bend
I cannot choose both
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ a choice to make
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
This will determine my fate
I ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ choose the mountain
With ¦¦¦ its stress and strain
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ by climbing
¦¦¦ I rise above the plain
I choose the mountain
¦¦¦ I will never stop climbing
I choose the mountain
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ forever ¦¦¦ ascending
I choose the mountain
(Blackout of "I Choose the Mountain" by Howard Simon
In my early years since my conversion
my love for God's truth has grown
having a true love for divine truth
God's been pleased to continually sow
In this quest, I've been guided by reading
the writings of Jonathan Edwards so dear
filling my mind with God's absolute truth
this was the voice of God I heard in my ear
Edwards spoke with depth and meaning
showing God was sovereign in everything
especially in His book 'Religious Affections'
this was pure gold in my heart to bring
My other mentor was John Calvin, no less
this Frenchman's sermons are so profound
how he stood for God's truth no matter the cost
his election doctrine was so truly sound
So many times when doubts assailed me
it was God's assurance through Calvin's pen
that lifted me and kept me in line
his Institutes always my doctrinal gem
For whatever years God leaves me with
these mentors will always be my guides
for these teachings are truly of God
to proclaim them indeed, I will never hide
I would like to stay here forever
watching the mountains change color
free as the hawk soaring by
listening to the brook
gurgle in motion
with passing clouds
comforting
freeing
peace
Heidi Sands
9/29/26
(C)opyright
Your heart is so true,so pure
Your smile is always genuine, I am sure.
The feeling of togetherness is one and the same
Best buddies are for each other, as we claim.
The playing of games,the teasing and maze
The moments we share,are better with days.
You are a person, full of energy and fun
I wish to have such a friend, forever, in long run.
You wipe my sorrows,when I am in pain
I enjoy sharing moments, in summer, winter and rain.
You are a hope,a ray of light
I want you,my friend, how much ever we fight.
The bond of friendship, that we share
Is so precious, of course rare.
For me,I know, you are always there
For you,my dear,I equally, care.
You are always there to encourage
You calm me down,when I outrage.
You are a source of happiness and joy
The memories we share,we do enjoy.
Our friendship is a blessing, a treasure
The depth of which, nobody can measure...
Years have passed since we walked this shore,
Kissed by countless waves and more;
Embedded are your footprints still—
No tide can erase, nor sands can fill.
Months have passed since you left this room,
Yet still there lingers your perfume;
Embracing each corner, a trace of your presence,
A cherished reminder of your enduring essence.
Weeks have passed since I last heard your voice,
A recording replayed in memory and choice;
Each word you spoke still echoes clearly,
Like a whisper breathed into my ear so dearly.
It was just yesterday when I last saw you,
Through a framed smile, your face I knew;
I can still trace each speck and line—
A face that will never fade with time.
Bird, Miles, Max forever jazz pride
In the realm where jazz and beats collide,
Bebop's swift notes and hip-hop's pride,
Rhymes like melodies, flows that ignite,
Improv and rhythm, taking flight.
Bird’s soaring solos, Miles’ cosmic sound,
Max on the sticks, where legends are found,
From chromatic whispers to lyrical bars,
Their spirits echo through city stars.
DJ Quik on the West, a storyteller’s grace,
Blending jazz’s soul with a street’s embrace,
A tapestry woven of history and style,
A global language, uniting mile after mile.
Inspiration sparks in every note and phrase,
A voyage of discovery, a timeless maze,
From the heights of avant-garde to the everyday street,
Music’s heartbeat makes us whole and complete.
Bebop and hip-hop, a cosmic dance,
Rhymes and rhythms in a shared trance,
Fly high, groove deep, let the music be your guide,
Bird, Miles, Max — forever in the jazz pride
Over the years, looking across the tables at you
ambiance may change
meals range from simple
to aromas meandering tropical islands
roaming ports of call in far-off lands
the little Diner of long ago
caught in a torrential downpour
afterwards the petrichor aura
riding home with you
there remains that infrangible moment
when your tableware searches for another morsel
caught up in a moment intent
looking up, your eyes meet mine
a Duchenne smile adorned by doves perching
upon the Cupid's bow you wear
the moment i am reminded
reaching across the table
the oxytocin in touching your hand
rainbows are forever
Eugene 8/25/26
How near doth Time now stand upon the verge!
Upon our days is fallen Judgment's shade.
One woe grows still, then doth another surge,
And close behind, a third comes undelayed.
Then bitter cold shall strike, and famine loom,
Our hopes shall pass beyond the shrouded bier;
The city that we cherished, once so dear,
By Heaven's will, and war, shall meet its doom.
Believe not, people, that peace shall ever reign,
For Time already gazes into naught;
No end at all thereto shall e'er be brought—
The war returned, forever to remain.
May the rising sun warm your path,
And the whispering leaves sing wisdom to your mind.
May the waters flow clear with peace,
And the oak stand steadfast beside you.
May Awen inspire your heart,
As flowers unfold gracefully and joyfully.
Let the morning greet you with renewal and strength.
May your journey forever be guided by gentle light
And purpose!
Sometimes I feel
as if my soul hung by a slender thread
of my mother’s raven-black hair.
I remember…
her breasts beneath a floral blouse,
secretly reading the forbidden novel, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame,
with a flashlight under the blanket,
and the worn figurine of a Japanese geisha
father used to stroke from time to time.
Even in old age, I like to curl up in bed,
as I did in the womb before birth.
And wearing my mother’s stretched-out violet sweater,
I never feel lonely.
His light, falls gently
Erasing the melancholy
The summer’s grief
Restless praises, stirred
By the music of a grace
Beyond the heavens,
Where love can amaze….
Sweet notes of praise,
On lips of leaf and life
When starlight trembles
Keeping away this strife…
Autumn’s brisk light
Falls across the night
Where melancholy
Whispers to a moon so bright,
Streams of tear like dewdrops
Rest on the soul who knows
Whatever comes in this life
God above will exalt…
Every heart who remembers
He is One who knows me best
And, with Him, life is forever blessed!
From birth to death and back again
An arc that’s bending now to then
A spiral in this time and space
Around a pole that has no trace
A mystery the jesters sing
“Best thing in life is not a thing”
And yet, it’s really all we know
Our joy and sorrow’s how we grow
We wish for more if truth be told
But life is more than growing old
A life well lived in playing out
Leaves us at last without a doubt
Saint or sinner, calm or deranged
All in the end, forever changed
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ understood, ¦¦¦ unknown ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ it was I ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Your devoted ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
First ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ gradually withdrawing ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ from you,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ I might ¦¦¦ be compelled to thank ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ silence ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ upon
Our ¦¦¦¦¦ Separation.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ my diseased soul. ¦¦¦ to cure it
You saw ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ knew my secret,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ I fled from you.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ our bodies rise ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
We kiss ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ the watchful hands
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ we shudder
For thinking ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
A soul that's cured is ¦¦¦ different ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ from memory
The ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ words, the searching ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ forever oblivious,
¦¦¦ so much ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ sorrow ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ of the ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ healed ¦¦¦
(Blackout of Harlan Sewall by Edgar Lee Masters)
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