Why does everyone drive the same car you do?
I never noticed blue cars before
But now they’re everywhere
I’m looking for fragments of you in crowded parking lots
Slowing down at intersections and glancing into oncoming traffic
Every windshield has my attention until it reveals a stranger’s face
Every blue car becomes a question
Every one becomes hope that lives for a second
I find myself searching for you without intention
But I’m microdosing disappointment
Because it’s rarely you
This small town has too many versions of blue
And every one makes my heart speed up
Just a glance
A smile
A silhouette
The knowing you saw me too
And hoping the thought of me lingered
I wonder if I accidentally interrupt your day the same way you do mine
Have your eyes ever searched for the orange?
Only to realize
It was just another stranger headed somewhere
And wasn’t me
Maybe you don’t search for me at all
Or maybe you do
I’ll probably never know
And maybe there aren’t that many blue cars
Maybe once you’ve loved someone
The world starts painting itself in their colors
As I'm here today, tomorrow a row away
Fibonacci conscious and novice of the fact
Eso-meta-psyche intact in static intersections
Theoretic physics listed
Spooky observer directed undetectables
Far fetched skeptic sketch initiated contact
Star Trek
Life is full of
intersections
crossroads
and dead ends
keep moving forward
to reach your goals
It was the Eighties
And among the ladies
You stood out
Hey LT it's not a dodge
Over my heart there was camouflage
Still you stood out
Your bars of silver
Your beauty a killer
That shot my heart down
The band tried, you sang
"Still Loving You" a birth pang
Tomorrow I'm leaving town
Your beauty gave me a command
At attention you made me stand
A salute from Cpl. Wiggle
Love was ever here and far
As I started to play air guitar
It made you giggle
Now the Eighties a forty year aftermath
In Hannover Germany, intersections path
I wonder where you are today
What's sad about this matter
It was just a moment soon to scatter
You never knew your beauty effected me this way
Stepping out into the collective,
My soul choosing the directive,
I selectively choose my way.
Letting my imagination play,
Straying thoughts catch my attention,
As more enter my dimension.
I see a reflection of ascension,
My body is feeling the tension,
Your intention my only impression.
As I dive into another lesson,
An energy expression session,
Consciousness intersections,
Set up for interventions.
As we venture into the unknown,
Growing together in time,
Our interaction climbs,
Intertwines,
A new twist to the vine.
Exchanging with the Divine,
Your energy is mixing with mine,
As I begin to find new emotions,
Different thoughts within my mind.
Standing behind my truth,
I let them all through,
Transmuting them too.
Giving you a better view,
Something you can hold on too,
To direct the stew of emotions,
Pouring from this ocean of energy,
The collective gets from me.
She came to a peaceful, shimmering pond
and took out her pearl-handled witches wand.
"Make me beautiful as the swan who slides
on your calm surface as she smoothly glides."
Since that day, at toll booths she doesn't pay,
and, at intersections, gets the right of way.
The many intersections of life
obscured in complexity
Go left or go right
to stay or move on
The interchange of salvation
whose overpass eludes us
An escape of transcendence
— most never find
(The New Room: June, 2024)
You were made perfect in his eyes so see the
beauty in your flaws
The source of your power is inside so go within
so you can draw
You're a work of art & you evolve when you recognize
natural law
Mother nature is a caring parent that tends to love
despite the flaws
We're made flawed so we can grow toward the image
of perfection
The plans were drawn in a dark room before you came
way before your conception
This intercourse at intersections paved the road for your
newest inceptions
This resulted in the word becoming flesh as you
embraced the act of resurrection
The living word is perfection despite the appearance
of what is seen
Your life is lucid when you're awake but even more
clear in your dreams
We make things more difficult than need be as life
is more simple than it seems
We embody the earth as well as spirit so there's
space to be anchored in your dreams
Betrayal's kiss was liquidly subtle, wet with firm
intuition
It's knowing lips soft & unassuming exuded
an aura of lust
Full of temptation it beckoned me portraying
illusions of trust,
but behind the mask were sharp teeth seeking
bloody incisions
The intimacy came with bad intentions closely
guarding its actions,
but being adjacent afforded insight into its
deadliest passions
My reaction were firewalls to be erected
at once,
as I stood in the middle of 2 pillars pondering
destruction of fronts
The aforementioned affront was spoken of to
the deepest of mind,
but was ignored as toxic venom intoxicated
the mind
The silver lining? A coined phrase hanging
like ropes from a tongue
"Make sure that you look before you leap" as more
betrayals will come
The warning was heeded so I escaped by the
skin of my teeth,
as the streets watched the intersections speaking
of the fate I would meet
In the end, I was delivered from the mouth of
the beast, emerging with mindset
firmly intact
I was meat, but indigestible because my peace
brought equilibrium back
I am in the Alcatraz of my room,
where loneliness is endless
and dreams bounce off all the walls and back.
Never passing through the window into
the streets of letdown dreams.
I would come out to meet you,
but there are too many intersections
and I always cross against the light.
Please come to my room and we will
watch the world through window glass.
And if we become afraid
we will pull down the shade
and I will build you sandcastles on
distant shores, and I will
fly the kite of dreams to Disneyland
and back, and if it rains,
I will paint the sun on your face,
for all this would you love me?
words are...
thought-road norms with
a built-in radar as...
the met-a-four lane-gauge
for under standing bridges...
and the intersections that sent-tense
stans sand
...
lane gauges
He couldn’t recall an event
Or a time or even a place
Somehow he knew he knew
That approaching smiling face.
A night of flowing drinks
A night of many toasts
A night of copious alcohol
Supplied by generous hosts
A night of drunken wandering
Strange street intersections
Of turning left instead of right
A night off wrong directions.
Welcoming arms
To his surprise
To be replaced
By moans and sighs.
Coming suddenly awake in
A strange love wrecked bed
A fast emerging hangover
Pounding through his head.
Not his house
Not his room
An awful sense of
Impending doom.
The act of quietly dressing
To creep down a strange stair
Unobserved she watched him
Emerge into crisp morning air.
A night of unbridled passion
Of giving and taking
A night of unexpected and
Passionate love making
Silently she’d watched the stranger
As he disappeared from her sight
Contentedly musing on those
Ships that pass in the night.
Now he’d returned her smile
Though not knowing why
And the moment was gone
As they passed each other by.
Life is a series of intersecting streets and avenues
We have many opportunities to turn left or right,
To stop and visit vast numbers of enticing venues.
We make choices along a life path of fight or flight
At intersections we stop, go, or proceed with caution,
We have many opportunities to turn left or right.
If we make prudent choices our lives can be awesome
When we are guided by sound values and principles,
At intersections we stop, go, or proceed with caution.
Sometimes guided and mentored by fine examples
Starting with our parents, then teachers, and friends
When we are guided by sound values and principles.
Comes the time when we seemingly face a dead end,
We have no one from which to seek sound advice
Starting with our parents, then teachers, and friends.
And how we followed the road will have to suffice
Life is a series of intersecting streets and avenues,
We have no one from which to seek sound advice
To stop and visit vast numbers of enticing venues.
Written May 1, 2022
intersections of highways where lives intersect
conversations with waitress beg more conversation
spelling the moment a morning spell
waking softly the countryside awakens
sun through window the calling of early sun
promise of a day filled with promise
beginnings rise from endings as the day begins
boundless hope visions of horizons unbound
stories countless stories
and passages and
enlightened journey to light
Sound is vibration
begets round sound,
random noise,
white nuances,
dark soulful nights,
symphonic nests,
harmonic intersections
Organic macrolife is self and other,
ego and eco, empowerment
begets unvoiced
prevoiced
voiced
revoiced
nonvoiced enculturing love
choice
For love is God's great goddess power
begets compassion between faithful passion tribes
of trees,
toads,
turtles,
thistles,
thunder,
testimonies,
civil teas
Regenerating energy
resounding vibrant co-relational
responsive co-passions
responsible correlations
In-between rhythms
vibrating round patterned sound
of EarthDay powers
of light systemic synergy.
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