How fast can I fall?
I have been stuck in limbo.
How hard will I land?
as I parachute down
this journey called life
may my parachute have been packed
by my Lord Christ
I desire to engage
In a free fall with God
for He's the gravitational force
propelling my heart
and as I descend
into my Lord's arms
let me land safe and free
from any and all harm
I desire to engage
In a free fall with God
for He's the gravitational force
propelling my heart
euphoric and empowered
free from strife
among the clouds floating
with my Lord Christ
fear has melted away
now overwhelmed with joy
the rush of freedom in me
has been deployed
and as I transcend
let nothing interfere with my trajectory
for my eyes are on God
and I'll land where He wants me to be
I desire to engage
In a free fall with God
for He's the gravitational force
propelling my heart
and as I canopy down
let me rest in perfect peace
for this mind-blowing journey
has allowed me to freshly breathe
let me engage in a free fall
with my Lord God
for He alone is the gravitational force
propelling my heart
Bottomless
utterances
arise and express
as nothing~
A free-fall it has been called
which may imply handholds
but there is no one to fall~
Free-fallers are discoverers
in stories grasping to
express what is
Bottomless~~
I announce the great individual, fluid as Nature, chaste, affectionate, compassionate, fully armed; I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement, spiritual, bold, And I announce an end that shall lightly and joyfully meet its translation.
~~Walt Whitman
The silence in this room has never been so loud
God knows that I've paid for my sins
Even the ones that you don't know about
I shut it out from the world,
The demons scratching underneath
Calling to me like a siren song
So desperate to be free
I'm flying, I'm falling into temporary insanity
Wind smacking me as I fall through the leaves
Fighting the demons that can't let me go
I just want you to know
That this freefall is the push I need to let go
The wounds will always heal, at least that's
what they say
But sometimes those wounds that are left behind
are the ones that cause the most pain
I just can't shake it, no matter what the change
I just feel the darkness grip me again
Pulling me in
Standing on the edge I look down
On the horizon a town
Thoughts and feeling
The wind is healing
No more fear
My time is here
I step out
How my heart does shout
Falling yet I feel I'm flying
No thought of me dying
At me so fast comes the ground
The wind is the only sound
All thoughts leave
No time to grieve
In mid fall
I stall
Hovering above ground just below
I pause
Hope there is no flaws
For a moment in time
The world was the perfect rhythm
So many thoughts on which to chew
Then up I flew
My soul grew
Took the bungee then handed to the next in line
But felt so fine
Walked away with a smile
Thinking I had you fooled all the while
Here lies Molly Ferguson St. Marie
She fell out of a big oak tree
Landed on her head
And soon she was dead
It was her last tom-boy spree.
Written April 1, 2022
If at first you do not succeed,
skydiving‘s not for you indeed.
On the edge
I close my eyes
A deep breath
All the things
I ever wanted to do
Done it all
Now far behind
The unknown
Lies beyond
Beckoning
Enticing
A step forward
Free fall
When I know
You are there for me
Uninhibited fearless
I let myself fly
Reason For Raising and Praising a Razon
we should be praising
perfect reason for raising
a dried up raisin
bitten by beagle
raisin was head on needle
have been broken hearts
puzzles always have their parts
horses forgot carts
Prime rib left overs were great
with leftover mashed potatoes
and creamed peas with carrots.
Marry Magnificent Christmas
Mary may have heard
after each word had occurred
Trump we know is nerd
may have missed the boat
more time do have to devote
had stopped in Shallotte
what if I really had known
that it had been caste in stone
my skills I would hone
always enchanting
peas and carrots planting
ended up recanting
barely could hear tone
had hardly heard baritone
at had caste a stone
cast was a big blast
under ware showed at half mast
by him we went past
Gave Vaccine to a Holstein
had been awful mean
he created quite a scene
with his ruptured spleen
Promising production
Nash needs no introduction
full of rambunction
trump drank a litre
on brink started to teeter
to wind a two sheeter
I am sure this is all that
you can stand by now.
Jim Horn
Night troubled free fall
Floating on failed memories
Rock paper scissors
Free Fall to Liftoff
for my father, Paul Ray Burch, Jr.
I see the longing for departure gleam
in his still-keen eye,
and I understand his desire
to test this last wind, like those late autumn leaves
with nothing left to cling to ...
Keywords/Tags: autumn, winter, leaves, leaving, cling, clinging, wind, death, flight, fly, flying, transport, free fall, liftoff, departure, bare, barren, leafless, skeletal, uplifting, heaven
for Beth
These cloudless nights, the sky becomes a wheel
where suns revolve around an axle star ...
Look there, and choose. Decide which moon is yours.
Sink Lethe-ward, held only by a heel.
Advantage. Disadvantage. Who can tell?
To see is not to know, but you can feel
the tug sometimes—the gravity, the shell
as lustrous as damp pearl. You sink, you reel
toward some draining revelation. Air—
too thin to grasp, to breath. Such pressure. Gasp.
The stars invert, electric, everywhere.
And so we fall in spirals through night’s fissure—
two beings—pale, intent to fall forever
around each other—fumbling at love’s tether ...
now separate, now distant, now together.
Originally published by Sonnet Scroll
poetry is more than written words
plunging down a river or mountain stream
they are conscious thoughts pouring out of the mind
creating, shifting, and changing
words spilling out nudging, prodding, coaxing
gushing down like a waterfall
falling into the current below
seizing an image
I am done screaming for help
Long time broken out of my shell
Only to face off with hell
I've got nothing more to sell
Nothing to lose
Nothing to prove
Man, it is so high up here
Fear of heights is the biggest one here
This mountain
might not be high enough
Looking down, I'm thinking of
Is this going to be
A long kiss goodnight
I'm already over the edge
In a free fall flight down
The jump was quick and swift
Crack! went my bones on impact
Hitting the ground with a thud!
Snap! was heard from my neck down
I was sure as dead
Did I succumbed of my wounds?
I thought
Closed my eyes for effect
I awoke in the ICU on a respirator
Then came the trip
An old fellow past me with a drip
He told me that now son
If you wanna do something
Do it right
dangling, wet, surprised
caught in the web suspended
leaves should know better
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