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Come shroom, get high on magic mushrooms,
step through mirrors, found outside the box.
And let your mind meander all day:
sharpening the edge of surreal.
You can scratch imagination's itch:
so don't limit your expectations.
And rid a wacky wish-a-dream wave,
while bidding reality adieu.
Take a step into oblivion,
a place where vague morphs into detail.
And you'll twink-wink your awareness till
ordinary's extraordinary.
You'll taste the sweet color of a smile
inked by the passion of Looney Tunes.
And you will orbit the universe;
then gradually descend to Earth.
Though darkened clouds near me surround,
My heart there sings as thunder sounds.
Come storms what may though all around,
Thine arms embrace, what peace profound.
Though tempest winds around me sail,
My soul there knoweth no travail.
In morning's breeze or midnight's gale,
Thy Hand of comfort there prevails.
Though driving rains above descend,
My mind there knows this storm will end.
A fortress strong, my constant Friend,
Thine eyes doth ever me attend.
Though raging floods beneath me roll,
My strength is sound, In Christ I'm whole.
His grace shall keep my weary soul,
Thy love sustains toward heaven's goal.
For many times we've been down,
Are we not still standing now?
At dawn we petition the divine,
Hoping for renascence into the sempiternal.
Be it luminous sun or caliginous night, neither is optional,
Then the sun kisses the mountains goodbye,
Reminding us how swiftly time flies.
If we sleep,
Will we see tomorrow?
The rising sun is never promised.
Yet with hope, we close our eyes,
Longing to see it kiss the dew,
Freeing the grass to stand tall with pride.
That is us, that will be us,
Falling like raindrops,
But we never fall,
We descend to silence the dust,
And rise again as petrichor.
We never fall, we transcend,
That's how life shapes us,
There we were, this is us,
and those will be us,
and with hope,
Here we are, still standing,
We never fall.
Yesterday,
when there was clarity,
I arose resembling
the flames of sunrise.
Like an articulate artist,
entranced in nature,
I painted fluorescent hues
upon her butterfly wings.
Together we fluttered
like timeless rainbows.
Today in narcissistic times of confusion,
I'm drained from fits of indignation,
as triggers fade between black and red,
turbulence from trials and tribulations
release toxic tones into the air we breathe -
as polluted minds clip our paper plane wings.
As I descend like an anaemic sunset,
the language of silence overcomes me.
I feel like a soggy canvas soaking in puddles,
causing carnage to my heart's paper kingdom -
where journals of poetry still hide.
I seek redemption,
searching for a remedy
from this spell of darkness.
As sensitive stars shimmer upon wild waves,
I place my paper boat on stormy seas -
hoping empathetic winds
elevate me to her abode.
Tomorrow,
before the moon
loses patience with twilight,
to mute the inner demons,
I hope to reach the borders of
an angel that cries tears of treasure -
to rescue her from her paper castle.
To soothe melancholic mornings of mourning,
I'll place each crystal drop into a paper lunch bag,
so we can feed upon morsels of compassion,
because together we are an antidote for real pain.
“I’m a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which” ~ James A. Owen
As
the soul
by free will,
chose to descend,
that contrast be felt,
thus be known in fullness,
no option remained save trance,
which it entered, burning the bridge
to heaven, God’s wisdom, love and light,
yet cradling deep in heart, the spark divine.
The deed thus done, now caged in feeble form,
splendour of light lost, soul quaked in fear,
yet from time to time heart whispered
secrets not meant to be shared
but love cannot be bound
and so cajoles soul
to renounce fear
so that it
may be
free.
My friends said it couldn't be done:
so, I thought it might be fun.
And though it felt like a dream:
I assembled my ground team.
I took my time explaining:
what I was contemplating.
And they gathered all I'd need:
including a bag of feed.
Now, hippos aren't meant to fly:
yet I am willing to try.
But balloons will have to do:
though, it will take quite a few.
I then asked my sniper friend:
if he would help me descend?
And pop a balloon or two:
when my whimsical flight's through.
That way, I'll slowly drift down:
till I'm safely on the ground.
It's such an exciting day:
I'm stoked to get underway!
I'm scared: yet, I'm loving it:
and don't regret it a bit!
I'm floating amidst the clouds:
peering down on cheering crowds.
Who'd have guessed hippos could fly:
I'm so happy I could cry.
Floating on a sea of air:
without a worry or care.
Some walked, others biked
As we gathered at the park
There was Jimmy, Peewee
Ricky, Billy and Mark
Neighborhood boys
From blocks around, they'd descend
For the Sandlot World Series
It was friend against friend
There were seven to a side
The bat was tossed to Bob
It was fist top of fist
'til a thumb crossed the knob
Back and forth went the score
Our pride made us care
The other team would storm back
And the tempers would flare
I was Mickey Mantle
Stuck out in right field
With a gun for an arm
Two bare feet for wheels
In inning number seven
And getting quite late
The tying run once again
Strode across the plate
After Tommy struck out
It was our turn to bat
We were cheering and yelling
Shaking our rally hats
Peewee lined a single
He was always big trouble
Then Steve, my brother
Lucked out with a double
It was second and third
With nobody out
When I stepped to the plate
Jimmy's mom gave a shout
Then I heard my dad
Holler,"Time to eat"
The game ended in a tie
As none wanted to get beat.
In nineteen sixty six
On a hot August day
There were fourteen friends
Who gathered to play
Not the first nor the last
That ended a little teary
As supper time brought a tie
To the Sandlot World Series
Feb 15 2017
by Daniel Turner
The anointed Jesus comes with the Power of God
and the working of prophecy will he complete
he will trod the habitable beneath his feet
till the nations shall know that Jehovah be laud
All things spoken of him will come to pass
with a shout he will to earth descend
destroy all those who refuse to bend
with scepter of righteousness that will ever last
The bonds of unity are not easily broken
where two or more are gathered he will be there
the bonds of Love wherein we show we care
that you Love one another the command was spoken
In the beginning God made twain one
Jesus left his father to fetch home his bride
to teach her Love of God by example he died
for a twofold cord cannot be easily undone
To present her to the Father without blemish or spot
as gifts for the alter were their lives bought
for Faith Hope and Love and Truth have sought
to be released to freedom wherein slavery were caught
Teach me my Father for there is nothing here
all that we treasure and have come to know
instruction from heaven Jesus taught here below
no belief or rewards of the world hold we dear
By immersion are baptized unto deaths reformations
leaving behind the normal patterns of the nations
the personality of flesh and their occupations
and lifted by Life are formed unto new creations
God has set the archetypes and the example
wherein defection have become penitent for Life
to the Truth are married as examples of wife
filled by his spirit have become Gods Temple
The virgin bride dispenses her husbands teaching
that reformation of character and to Truth believing
unto the spiritual pattern of nature are receiving
so destruction the nations evade she is preaching
So we gaze into the heavens in the night
there your presence felt by heart sight
with awe for the powers that give us light
and discernment the difference wrong from right
Sources Ephesians 5:22-33 Matt 18:20
Ecc 4:9-12
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
When you were born did your soul burst,
Sending a part of it spiraling through the universe?
Did you continually walk around feeling lost,
At night did you turn and toss?
When the paths you did wander,
Did you begin to ponder?
Where is she,
The one that I seek?
Where is she,
The other part of me?
Did every path you followed lead to dead end,
Into fits of depression did you descend?
Did your feet follow their own road,
Always looking for the the other part of your soul?
And when your feet lead you to me,
Did you comprehend it was a little easier to breathe?
Did you automatically realize I was the one you had searched for for so long,
Did the vision of me make you strong?
Did you realize I have always been the one,
The moment you saw me did the cage holding your soul come undone?
Did you just know,
That I was the one with the other part of your soul?
Did what was once broken automatically suture,
Did my presence unlock visions of our future?
For me the second I saw you I knew my soul would never again roam,
Because in you my soul has found its permanent home!
It's been awhile
It has been sometime
I cannot tell you when
I would give up on this magic pen
I think, I will take it to the end
For there is something romantic about this magic pen
Word's and ink never seem to end
Stories and friends are at the tip of my pen
How I love to inspire all sorts of men
I cannot pretend that this magic pen
Did not descend from Heavens end
Every word is aim to please, the only man who brought me to my knees
Yes, his name is JESUS, please
The SAVIOR that taught me to stop and freeze
The one that said,'child settle and seize'
Don't let Satan nor man put you out in the cold breeze
Guard your heart and close your ears
When men of these times
Start to tarnish your name and tease
Don't be foolish, ignorant or at ease
Just pick up the WORD and say,'Jesus Please'.