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Soul Sanctuary
Wandering through a moveable museum of memories columnar
Dusting off exhibits of moments held fast in watercolors gossamer
Milestones chiseled into fleeting moments of atonement,
Soft edges of first love painted in golden moments –
Brushing aside gauzy cobwebs on photo negatives confessions
Blushing with pastel transparency of opaque blended impressions
Images emerge into negative space awash with nude opinions
Perspective layered into hard edges from edgy palette dominions;
Meandering through silent salons shaded dusky murals in shadows of rose
Lending sienna tints and hues to luminosity’s prisms in afterglow;
A sacred place vibrating in clear cerulean hues –
Holy space of signed wax relics - a chancel of still life in blooms;
Drifting through galleries of jigsaw puzzled passages
Fantasies spattered in bold black and white sketched with color assuage;
Visions staring back unblinking at lost victories buried in the abstract
Untouched prints, tattooed in rust, restored –restoration intact;
Still furnishing this sacred place
With an ever expanding collection displayed
Fragments of umber magic captured – deckled grief fading –
Portraits of choice set in unforgettable, studies of raw strangled cries invading;
Browsing hand in hand with free form time -
Lost in mazes of archival, acid free, displays in fine lines;
Within twisted illustrations featureless faces hidden -
Born out of the gasping barren abyss of flat washes in rhythm;
Framed in this breathing womb tiny points of pigment wait
Nurtured! Protected! Nourished! Building up a portrait;
Unfinished infinite design revealing watermarks
Cherished by the eternal conservancy in soaring arcs;
And in the brush strokes of this secret sanctuary place
Abides the master plan of the divine intimate grace.
Version #2 of Sanctuary – 7-27-21
AN EPIC STORY- FICTION
In a chase, she rode far east at the sun's wake,
the wind daintily throwing her wig as the horse tread
into black fields in dawn's glare,
stained red with a colour of her days;
her thighs grew weary,
dangled like broken mahogany,
tugging pain into grey eyes,
as blood thickened over cold gash.
she stumbled off the horse at the sigh of a swooshing arrow,
aimed at her son but pierces her heart,
drawing her last breath unto the
canvas of the morning sky;
nursed to sleep by the earth
in the sight of her creator,
she died for one.
shrills...
Her young awakened at the fall
shrouded in a dark veil
fastened around her back like a knapsack,
his wails jolted her breathless self, but to no avail
the sun fell at the rise of an evil in the west
a mother's love put to a fatal test,
a death or a death,
but her son liveth
saved by her last breath.
For she had climbed down a window a night before,
facing a street hazy with smoke
and red with blood and fire,
but with the wound on her limb festering
from a cut in the moment of her flee
she couldn't get too far,
even on a horse's back,
but her son was safe,
only for a day
longer than it would have been,
for the fields were no place for a new born.
I'm not politically correct at all.
I find such terms as black, asian or white
just as offensive as any racist term used by any racist in hateful delight.
All such terms, good or bad, only serve to strongly reinforce
the differences of one humanity worldwide across.
I mark "Other" on poll forms whenever asked my race of origin,
and if I must write it out I simply print, "*****sapien."
Country of origin (Where you were born)
I suggest we replace race origins with the above on all the poll forms.
Despite how much we look so differently, why can't we all embrace
the fact that we're all the very same specie?
The One And Only Same Human Race.
"Dreamer Weaves You Closer"
Dreamer weaves
you closer
her golden words
like breath brought
her into a new world
each chord held
she remembers holding
the constellation
Virgo in her arms
in time small windows
open midnight blue
glistening jade
they reign over her
a Lion whispering
the oddest nursery rhymes,
lullabies she's remembering
over time
"if you close your eyes, maybe
the Blue Faerie might sing,
if you close your eyes maybe
the Gold Faerie might say ...
dream big baby dream ... "
and so on...
the song goes...
revolutions in her tiny cosmos
Closer, the star born
quiet and dazzling
moves towards her
a little constellation
like a diamond shining
her bijou shadow
finds her somewhere
strange
holding fast onto a
golden chord
in a silent galaxy
of jumbled words
never letting go
in the unnamed streets
of joy and sorrow
looking for a throne
in an unremarkable maze
the Labyrinth of Magic Poem
She’s trying to find
her own way
Home
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
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"WHITE LILY"
When the first
snow-white lily
sprouted from drops of milk
spilled from Hera’s breast
and on her lap sweet Hurcules
rested, baby feather fingers touching
she smiled a surrogate mother’s
fantasy, to make time stop still
reached her hands to
touch the Heavens
creating something of her own
this not from her body torn
her very own Celestial Galaxy
the Milky Way was born
White Lily
lilium
leirion
lilium
leirion
golden ochre anther
Venus rose from
sea of foam
envious with eyes of green
marred it’s beauty
with male pistil
ardent jealousy
White Lily
I am the Rose of Sharon,
Lily of the Valley
Sings the Song of Solomon
Flowers of the Field
White Lily
Springtime Nazareth
blessed Time of Flowers
Our Lady and Our Lord’s
Holy Annunciation
Gabriel fresh from Heaven’s Gate
white petals at his feet
Shining Light Illuminates
Announcement Incarnate
White Lily
Black Night of the Soul
Garden of Gethsemane
not hiding from His enemies
He looks upon their
clean beauty as He prays,
speaking secrets to their stamens
He smiles at their response
3 petals each flower displays.
White Lily
Sacred blood spilt on soil
The water from His side
drink His tears filled with blood
His white robed
Apostles of Hope turn to HIS Light
now they're sanctified
blooming from His Spirit
death denied eternally
WHITE LILIES
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JIDoEC2pUU
1 John 5 (NIV)
Avant Garde declarations of flawed misunderstanding
Ethereal hand's star cast thought's scattered materialised being
From under stones crept
To kindle fires of imagination's spawning grounds
Turned over in tumultuous caverns of repressed understanding
Unbound suddenly as spring leaves answer a sun's call from a hundred light years distant
Feeling crosses dread chasms with invisible bridges having no descriptive language to flaw their being
Under stars knowing by being under stars
Become my brothers outside of time's fantasy born gasp
My eyes know you over centuries in microseconds
Depth forgotten I reach out to hold you in my palms
And for a fleeting heartbeat's moment I hold a universe in my arms
Nails scratching a ceiling of light
The earth beneath me rises to a firmament's elemental haven
Drawn to sky alive
Laying inside the space between
Brink of countless worlds
Mirrored on grass by ancient paths
By fire cast by fire's hand
Kalimba tones underline music's word of finger etched peace
White flower in fields of midnight silver
Glowing through memory screaming parallel truths
Searching through countless lifetimes for bridges
A path to close the gap
I found it in the mirror's face
Dark lakes of highland dreams touching skin to a traveling gleam
Still pools on ancient roads holding timeless light
Reached out again for star's caress
Soul communication's shout
You are the bridges
Minds of walking life
Our transience quantified
By wandering stars
©David Nickle Read
2014
As we grow older time tends to slow down causing us to smile…oftentimes to sigh
when we realize how so much our life has gone by…in the blink of an eye.
In the blink of an eye I was born…in the blink of an eye I was walking…
In the blink of an eye I was laughing…in the blink of an eye I was talking.
In the blink of an eye I was off to school…where my imagination was created…
In the blink of an eye I was driving a car…in the blink of an eye…I graduated.
In the blink of an eye I was married…had a job…in the blink of an eye I was grown…
in the blin of an eye (make that two blinks) we had two children of our own.
In the blink of an eye our children were crawling…in the blink of an eye they were walking…
in the blink of an eye they were laughing…in the blink of an eye they were talking.
In the blink of an eye there was a divorce…a remarriage and another child, in the blink of an eye, makes three…
in the blink of an eye our of two awkward groups grew one blended family.
In the blink of an eye our children were grown with families and lives of their own…
in the blin of an eye our once full house was empty…
in the blink of an eye Deborah and I were alone.
In the blink of an eye we had grandchildren…in the blink of an eye they were crawling…in the blink of an eye they were walking…in the blink of an eye they were talking.
I think you know where this is going…feel free to amongst yourselves discuss…
for in the blink of an eye those grandchildren we once held in our arms
were bigger and taller than us.
Which is why, I suppose, as we grow older when we look back at our lives we smile…we cry…and oftentimes we sigh…
remembering all those wonderful moments in our life…
that passed by…in the blink of an eye.
Little one, you may never have known me,
but I’ve loved you since the day you were born.Though time and distance keep us apart, my heart was always with you,
in every step, in every tomorrow.
I was a woman who lived with love,
and my greatest joy was my family.
Your smile, your laughter, your future
were dreams I carried long before you arrived. Even though I couldn’t hold you in my arms, I held you in my heart — always.
I may be gone from this world,
but my love for you will never fade.
I watch over you from Heaven,
with a heart full of pride, as you grow, learn, and become the man
you are meant to be.
Be kind, be strong, be true,
and never forget how loved you are.
You carry a piece of my soul,
and I’ll always be your biggest cheerleader, from above.
Life may have taken me from your side,
but it could never take the love I have for you. You are my grandson, my forever joy,
and I will always be with you —
in every moment, in every dream, in every heartbeat.
Love always,
Your Nana ??
By Shawn Muñoz
I come to you with love in my heart
in you I place all my trust
joining you in your nature walks
lying close by your side at night
I sense your tension and panic
and stand guarding you from danger
for you I would give my very life
I cower not understanding your anger
As you shout at me I cringe at your feet
all I want to do is to love and protect you
now as we walk you are so tense
so once more you I protect
Confused when you jerk me back
and scold me for I know not what
then a calm man appears and explains
it is not me but you, I just need a pack leader
Cesar shows you how to step up
to be calm yet assertive
love alone he explains is not enough
no dog is born bad I just needed guidance
Now when we go out for walks
I now bound along happily
the tension that was is gone
thanks to that wise calm man
a tribute to Cesar Millan and the work he does
The Gift
Some people say Christmas in this present day
Wanders lost
In ads and tinsel carelessly strung
Upon an artificial bough;
Some people say the Christmas spirit
Lives no more -
The simple Christ Child’s birth
Coldly mocked by glittering ads
For diamond rings and robot toys;
Some say our plastic money cards
Bring shame to one, who, born so poor,
Wore no fancy clothes
Or even slept in a cradle of his own
While a Christian world forgets
The simple song of angel praise
In hustle crowds who only hum
Atonal harmony of green cash tunes;
Some people say that Christ remains absent
From our Christmas celebrations
So lost we get in buying –
So drunk we get with wine;
Yet, I see his star rise up again
In children’s faith, eyes aglow in wonder
Reflecting back into the darkest night
The miracle of the Christmas story;
I watch a callous world
Retell the story
Then remember little acts of kindness
From a neighbor, or a friend,
In homemade thank you cards
Of cookies, cakes or ornaments;
The holiday air overflows with scents of sugarplums -
Pungent cloves, nutmeg sweet
And aromatic cinnamon -
A gift of time given to baking memories
In sweet spice for children
As music fills the world again,
Carols dancing in our hearts,
“Joy to the world!” we hear them say,
“Joy to the world! The Lord has come!”
Each year I watch the world turn out
To stretch a loving hand of help
To strangers shivering in the cold
And to those living alone -
To ones with rags for clothes
And families who face each day
Empty cupboard shelves –
Whose children would be strangers
To the joy of Christmas morn
If not for hearts and hands
Of women and of men
Who bring the Magi’s gifts to poverty again;
I see this cynical world
So closely guard the spirit of this time
A world of Santa Claus’ asks no gratitude
For countless days of aching feet
And traffic jams –
Their love returns a hundredfold
In smiles and gasps of childlike glee
To nestle beneath boughs of green
When morning light opens up the givers joy
Spreading across a silent world
A message sprung from hope,
Born with a baby boy.
12/9/19