Time eases the turbulent days,
And with it comes a deeper understanding of all that life brings,
For every journey through a shrivelled meadow, there is an invigorating hope,
For every darkness in a chamber, there is a rising light.
Monsters staring through the window no longer disturb the mind,
The ominous things that the day brings do not evoke fear,
The strange encounters in slumber do not intrude on the day's goodwill,
The morning light serves as a doorway to a bouquet of hope.
Nothing tosses out of equilibrium,
The mind can discern the seasons and the reasons behind them,
It has learned how to summon the elements to do its bidding,
It has discovered the entrance to the cosmos' room.
My mother journeys and thrives in the light of these truths,
Her wisdom stems from this stream of knowledge,
She flourishes in its vitality,
And she encourages me to draw from it well.
February 11, 2025.
Word-hoards fall from mouth-cups
out along roads, out along seas:
faith migrates; sayings run away; verbs escape;
nouns meander as memes in other tongues.
Invaders’ words intrude on empires, spill
cream that soaks our souls, leave
bones of meaning
lying around.
Etymologists
will tour
and devour.
Real life
We clamour to be heard for our space which invariably
will intrude on others’ space which we dismiss in a torrent of abuse
we will not listen to voices of reasonableness.
We say they are voices of traitors and bitterly want them silenced.
More and more people demand statehood even if it is within the borders
of the country they already live in; they will not assimilate.
Accept other cultures which are dismissed as inferior to their ideal.
Smaller and smaller allotments of land declaring independence
Isolating their religious culture from interference and using
violence against any seeking sanctuary.
Russia and Ukraine fight a turf war, as do the USA and China demand
fidelity to their culture; there is only one veracity in the one manuscript
written by sages who had nothing new to offer other than hatred
against those that speak in a foreign tongue and preach understanding
Excuse me for inviting you
Over to the bright side with me.
I’m a smiling woman with Christian roots.
The bright side is all I see.
I count my blessings all day long.
Sure I have problems – that’s true,
But when I walk by and say “good morning”
I’m only wishing the best for you.
Excuse me when I say I’m glad to be here
For this greeting that I’m giving.
The Lord blessed me awake this morning.
I don’t have to be living.
I don’t mean to impose my smile on you
If it offends you when I do it.
It may seem phony to you, but it’s real to me.
I’m on the bright side smiling through it.
I didn’t mean to intrude on your misery.
How foolish of me to assume
That everyone wants to be happy.
Some people won’t make the room.
So excuse me from the bright side out
For wishing you all the best.
You see, I feel really good about life.
Evidently you feel the rest.
This Plea send i before that day,
on this narrow neck of Land,
As here i stand on borrowed breath,
in this uncertain plain of ephemeral filth,
before the maker of all realms,
ere i be lunched on the eternal voyage,
between the duple unbounded paths,
the curtain sooner could be drawn
while the lips uttering faltering strains.
Thy power supreme guides the currents aright
King of mercy,
Let not the hour intrude on me at ill-spent moments
find me wrapped beneath thy cross,
with the blood of the everlasting covenant,
signed and sealed for my pardon.
Thou alone fashioned the wheels of providence.
As this my puny frame succumbs,
grant that when my last hour be called,
the cross my firm fort shall be.
when that messenger unseen, unheard
in dark shades steals through the night,
See the Blood of the messenger of the covenant
My Plea
my petition
from now till my dying day.
Dead in the center of her heart I found a minotaur.
Of all things a frigging minotaur.
I stood puzzled as we locked eyes.
When I stumbled upon him he was sleep with today's newspaper drenched across his lap.
He bounced up in full guard.
Me being me I asked him for simple directions.
Telling him that I thought I was lost.
I planned on seeing heart shapes maybe a butterfly or two.
A big bunny shape thing or two but you, just wow.
He grinned slightly and said yeah that's the first time I've heard that one.
One step further, I added.
I take it from the amount of drool on the side of your lip you've been sleep for quite a while.
Now I don't mean to intrude on your guarding the labyrinth thing but,
How about you let me bum a smoke and we'll talk about it at the nearest dinner.
After all who can be mad over breakfast
your so warm against my body
i need to feel you wrapped around me on those cold night
when
nothing
is going right
and the world is lonely
for me
and full of strangers
who
use me
or
intrude on my life.
when you're around me the world just
m
e
l
ts away
and i sleep
knowing that you are there to comfort me
i can hold you
all
night and know that i am SAFE
from the evils lurking about.
you're always there
letting me be whatever i need to be
all those times when my tears
covered you
when
my mind was confused
and
my heart was broken
you were always there
without question
to keep me
warm and safe.
MAYBE
when time has past
a year or two from now
and you
are
old
and
worn
with nothing left of your being
but perhaps
a button
i will be ok
and the world
won't seem
such a hard place to
live
anymore!
Shadow
It first appeared during their wedding
along with the other gifts that were given
by family and friends celebrating
as two hearts were made one and uniting
Then it was seen again on the day of the 24th
as the last child, a girl, was born
before that, there were two boys that arrived
ten years earlier. as it was depicted in the picture
Lastly, it lay on the bedside table, open
Not a space not filled with captured moments
the photo album now old with rusty scent,
and tears intrude on pages a middle-aged man was depicted
Now the old man has passed away
leaving only photographs turning old and gray
upon the photo album tattered from late night reminiscence
of the memories since 30 years ago on their wedding day.
Today it seems to be about others rights.
Our minds have set out for certain fights.
Listen, I never want to intrude on you.
Everyone has rights, this is indeed true.
Reality, we cannot meet every ones desires.
After all some ones rights will be lost in fires.
Now and again we have to give into nature.
Creating acceptance for certain nomenclature,
Even we need to tolerate, our fellow human creature.
Out hiking one day I happened upon a little meadow.
The sun was on its downward path and its light
shown gently . A quiet stream came from
the northern hills and wound a ribbon through
the grass. Blackbirds called from the reeds
along its shore, and the shy brown eyes of a
doe watched me from a little pool where she
had come to drink. A wild rose bush trailed its
vine across a fallen log, and the buzz of bees
came to me ,as lovely as a symphony. I could
only stand and drink in the scene before me,
fearing I might intrude on natures wonder.
It came to me that when the trivia and angst
of daily living become a burden, remembering
moments like this might lighten the load and
give perspective to the lives we lead.
This little meadow is in the Lassen National
Park in northern California. It is one of the
most beautiful places I have ever seen. A bit
of a hike, but worth every step.
As I stroll hand in hand in my beautiful garden
A kaleidoscope of colors surround me
We sit upon the bench under the tree
And listen to the orchestral choir.
As the sun sets and night reigns
The woodland creatures begin to stir
Their camouflage no longer appears hidden
for the nocturnal hunt begins.
The warm air blows a gentle breeze
But the insects take no heed
The buzzing around our heads
Intrude on our peaceful interlude.
Hand in hand we stroll out of the garden
In daylight a paradise delight
But evening brings a different tune
Laden with various biting insects.
Infiltrate my mind
Permeate my reason
Make me lose all self-control
Commit lyrical treason
Enter my hidden chambers
Decipher the encryptions on my walls
Manipulate my thoughts
Make my rationality fall
Breach my comprehension
Complicate my conception
Intrude on my insight
Invade my perception
Penetrate my mental
Boldly state your claim
Ignite my intellect
Watch it burst into flames
Chiquita
***L.I.***
I pray the courage to speak aloud
And wish my heart to be not proud
Daydreams intrude on my every thought
Anxiety builds, my mind is fraught
My heart speaks volumes, mouth is mute
Thoughts are rich, actions dilute
Admired from afar but never approached
Will my love for you ever be broached?
Love and trust the battle within,
One of armor and one of cloth,
Both equal in strength and at a great loss.
Cornered by time to live again,
A moment to go back to where you have been!
The principles of pleasure intrude on a pleasant dream.
Love and trust the battle within shouts its damning scream!
One of armor, one of cloth and both are determined to rise again.
Conflict and pressure begin to adhere to this occasion.
One second to catch your thoughts of stop, go, or yield?
Beset by these restless conflicts your need to release introduces itself.
Provoked to endure a graceful truce the weak one falls to submission.
Love and trust the battle within proclaims the very same guild.
One of armor, one of cloth, and both equal with great strength in this world that we build
H ow do memories retain the brilliancy of star’s vanes?
A nother time another place, would memories have such grace?
P erhaps, it’s simply distance, that works this mystery this mischance.
P oor substitute for touch this distance metaphoric rush.
Y oungsters apple cheeked blush, Gran’s lovingly shush.
N otice only the brightest twinkle in a baby eye or a mother’s guise.
E very fused image stays crisp and lovely for all days.
W orry need not intrude on the sentinels of solitude.
Y our heart’s delight will outshine any simple test of time.
E ndlessly remaining new, bright, young and warm.
A rriving at the end of even nights most darkened morn.
R oaring with star fire and flame ‘till all who’ve lived….live again.
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