We wait for joy's fizz
to give our footsteps a cause
but silence kills taps
the doors won't open until
we turn their handle ourselves.
Just do it, they say
a first step without promise
it's a stepping stone
joy may follow in its wake
or froth within the doing.
To demand joy first
to grasp mementos of bliss
can spurn happenstance
we do not live to find joy
joy finds us when we forget.
Gasping leaves start falling on the distant hills
Scent of cinnamon and rich harvest prayers
Stir the silence of those gentle dewdrop tears
A voice of praise, the wind sends its chills
Impish squirrels play on the lawn, dancing together
Rhythm of hope gotten in each nut they find
Drifting from limb to limb, just as God designed
Preparing their harvests for the colder weather
As the mountains change from green to brown
Fluttering leaves dance through the frosty morn
We look to skies and see the clouds they’ve worn
Know those graceful leaves will keep falling down
In dark times Eve is my bright delight.
she hovers over my in darkness I devour her enemies.
Walk up toward the sky head for Eve's dream.
Knights fall warden ready for the wall.
Silver rings and golden lights.
Quantum sight searching for visions of Jesus by my side.
Eve the vampire goth queen of mystery hovers over me.
In sight of the pressure we burn with our sights on the Master.
Jesus will return with the shout of an Arch angel and a trumpet of God.
Lord you are my creator who above all created Eve my mystery Babylon my sweet honey baby.
In my times of joy I dream of Eve. Her identity, a secret. her love, very real.
Rock my Rock is Jesus cause he created her My Mystery Babylon my Hidden secret my Mirror.
Hidden in the clef of the rock I am safely in your Hand my creator My Yeshua.
positivity
enthusiasm
daily eagerness
a friendship magnet
what would Jesus do?
successfulness
open minded
fresh joyfulness
contagiousness
flexible
excitement
happiness
invent
create
joy
pause mind awhile
that thought guile rests
bliss styles our heart
This must be what clinically depressed means.
Drive. Clean. Watch tv. Forget the names
of every flower in the temperate zone.
Go on alone. Keep sleeping. Saturday’s
the sweetest day, all joy, you’re off the clock,
participation’s optional. Each email
a flame of passion. Insects have souls too,
consciousness, a feeling of Flying. Beeing.
Not only humans long for liberation,
no body, no soul, no mirror, no black hole.
Are not the satisfactions of being a good man
among our fellow men enough to sustain us
anymore? A rock thrown, a crow, nemesis.
As I think of things to do I do them.
Arid grains
slipped by time
into the segment
hourglass
of life
cradled by winds
on sand sweet
as earthly concerns
the days sweep
conscience
asleep
on its compass
guide
fearful to extend
last dot of time
to infinity
of love line
adrift
not a wink
its wealth
to dig
and melt its ice
to sprout
new spring
of melody brooks
butterflies
bees
robins' flights
in periwinkle sky
unseized instants
weighing boat
down
with fear to sail
the ocean within
and surprise
a friend
with spring
but then at night
the desert sky
lights up
with millions
of twinkling stars
a ring of pearl
a sign
that waning faith
has returned
to shine
not to be seen
but for the fun
of being
inviting heart
to let its joy
within
be free
like children's play
not to gain
but games
for the fun of it
sparkling love joy.
It's hard to believe
that not that long ago
you and I were strangers.
Now we feel closer
than family
meeting in the middle
of infinity,
Finding in each other
the friend we have ached for
in need and in darkness
becoming each other's light
shining bright
at precisely the right time...
My Anam Cara
My dear friend
What a joy to meet you
As my heart begins to mend.
There's a touch of magic
in how this came to be,
a rescuing of something deep
that I didn't know needed saving.
Entering this unknown realm
my heart widens in awe -
This forever friendship
our privileged newfound bond
unique and emotional,
powerful and strong...
My Anam Cara
My dear friend
What a joy to meet you
As my heart begins to mend.
At a time of vulnerability
a weary, confused soul
found in you a reason
why happy tears can roll.
We share instinctive understanding
our likes and humour too.
What I'm trying to say is,
"I deeply appreciate you!"...
My Anam Cara
My dear friend
What joy to meet you
As my heart begins to mend.
My Anam Cara
My dear friend
You've found lodging in my heart
with a hug that has no end.
grace in-pours from the fontanel’s open door
mirrored likewise at third eye on our forehead
heart the recipient with God at the oar
birthing magnetism where we’re by bliss beats led
so though receptive presence now keeps no score
love pheromones in each cell of form are bred
manifesting rapture of unbound measure
renewal continual which we treasure
Thanks for being you
Thank you for the joy you bring
Thanks for being true
Thank you for wearing my ring
I thank you for everything
why would we let thoughts soil
purity of bliss bubbles bursting
when we feel therein complete
though yet for wisdom thirsting
Life is short, fast and fleeting.
Wouldn't you rather spend it eating?
Hey, love. I know you see me, we've exchanged a few words, just here and there, but I can't help but see you everywhere. I know you know me, you know what I like, but all we seem to do is fight. Maybe it's because, we both refuse to see, our true feelings really can come to be.
Hey, love, I know you like me, I know it's true, I really am just crushin' on you. I like your laugh, your smile, your voice, I just wish one of us would make that choice. The choice to admit that… just maybe, we could be something more than friends. Are we meant to be together in the end?
Hey, love. You're a really good friend, you know me so well, I just wish we both could tell. Tell if you liked me, or if I like you or if we're just being manipulated into something that's not really true.
Hey, love, thank you for being there, even if we're not meant to be. I'm still crushin' on you, I just don't want to let you see. I'm scared of my feelings, of being let down, but then again… is there any other way to know how? To know how to love, to know how to laugh, to know how to admit that we could be something more than friends.
Maybe, just maybe… we could be the game that ends.
Joy
Is The Opposite
Of Distress.
You're Afraid
It Isn’t.
In The Moment!
Not Any Time Other.
It Got Away!
You Thought It Wasn't!
You're Surprised By
It's Intensity...
Or Maybe The
Lack Of It.
I Get It.
It's OK.
Look Away.
-Gray Squirrel
10-02-2026
Revelation has begun
Ages of time arrived
The World was given a chance
Well in advance
What Biblical words had stated
Prophesied by a Prophet
Look and observe the signs
Keep praying in mine
The World will be judged, and books will be opened
Tongue confessions after confessions will come out
Chosen one’s will be granted in Heaven’s space
No need for baggage, but have your soul well packed
Faith confirms your reservation
Heaven’s new day
The train has arrived
Step aboard
Thank the Lord.
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