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A few things represent me:
The color grey for example,
She's a beaute, isn't she?
I've felt drawn to her, especially when my soul had been just that, grey.
It has then gone on to taint my soul, my heart, my mind at every occasion.
It would have been a crime not to paint my destiny in her.
But what else is there?
The familiar scent of rejection?
The agonizing taste of nostalgia?
No?
Maybe the 21 awards I'd trade without a sigh's moment worth?
The glasses that crack due to the heavy weight maintained in my scalp?
The hauntingly mesmerizing words turned sour?
A promise I'm not morose in person?
I've often heard that you'd rather lay eyes on my soul's vessel than hear the cries of the same very soul.
Of course, I've only ever heard it from the third layer that daunts my soul, the very one that hurts at the mention of it.
She's obviously accompanied by Grey;
Like a fairytale in a child's dream, they become inseparable.
But heed her warning.
Stay away from the sharp turn of phrase that she takes, because soon you'll be a spectator to the ever-running show of gut-wrenching twists that is my mind.
With crack of first light of dawn
The day's work begins; sleep's gone
Gather food; cook
Aroma fills air, breathe on.
Spices, herb bouquet add-on
Day has great outlook
Just short time to lay eyes on
My poetry notebook write-on
Bible read on
Just as Bible is guidebook
For life, food needs a cookbook
Then meals invite
Reading Bible helps outlook
On life, cookbook gives new look
Or change outright
In life wrong way you may have took
Not too late_change_read handbook
Get it now right
The reward is great as bite
Nutmeg_sugar laced delight
Good baked apple
Simple food, life live right
Change become a guiding light
Be ensample
Eat good food_let soul soar heights
Longevity_inner light
No thorn apples
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Usually, I will look out my window
And lay eyes on the most beautiful flowers;
Or Crepe Myrtle trees beautifying the lawn;
Or in the early mornings, watch a sunrise with teary eyes;
Or in early evenings, watch a sunset take my breath away;
Or in late Fall, gaze at flocks of birds heading South for the winter;
Or smile at a high-speed rabbit hopping and running;
Or stare at a bird with tiny eyes that never seem to set;
Or moving, ominous clouds preparing for a storm or rain;
Or awesome and blasting winds blowing heavy rain;
Or feed crops preparing themselves for harvest; Or a
Huge farm tractor and equipment covering the roadway;
Or feast on the canopy filled with both white and grey clouds;
Or earth tones of the brown ground, green trees, and grasses
Covering the landscape; Or a host of other heavenly medicines
So helpful and healing to the eyes and hearts of any and all.
Dedicated to My Darling Son, My Kyle the Smile
There was no joy when I gave birth,
scary words kept getting worse.
When my baby boy was born
every face was quite forlorn.
He came fresh from our Creator
to be placed in an incubator.
I could not take him in my arms
or shelter him from any harms.
Doctors all had dooming words.
Negativity was all I heard,
“He may never… and he may not ….”
Oh, how I prayed this would stop.
He was two days old when I was told
I could finally lay eyes on his face.
Tubes and wires were every place
in a sterile, see through trundle,
where laid my precious bundle.
Suddenly, I felt a sign and less sad
because my son looked like my Dad,
who had amazing, sure willpower.
I couldn’t have heard God any louder,
saying, "like your Dad, your son’s a fighter."
And fight he did, my beautiful son,
my heart, my love, my special one.
For three months he grew and thrived
defeating all odds of staying alive.
Then on hospital day sixty-five,
he came home on his first ride.
Written By: D. Collins 4/26/24
If I were to ever lay eyes on you again.
I'd say, I'm not perfect, but on the high end.
We put in work for a good, long time.
Raised each other's kids to get on with life.
I hope we did a good job in cutting strings.
Making them realize hunger is the thing.
That's big business that really matters to me.
To know people, you've touched are bound to succeed.
If I ever were to see you again, I would freeze.
Wondering what you possibly saw in me.
We were in it for a minute, and it felt good.
I would have seen it to the end, if I could.
Our lives keep moving, with or without us,
Forgetting the people who gave the utmost love.
If I ever were to see you again.
I'd say to you what could have been.
Quick bold drums start out loud
Pounding out the terms of war
Race through the frantic jungle thick
Rhythms of pursuit take to the beat
Let the chase begin with heart in mouth
Track down the sun burnt frantic man
Stripped naked by his captives
They pushed him into foliage of the doomed
Now running through entanglements
Strangled in the vines for ancient crimes
Hate has no boundaries when not of the clan
Primal blood can not be satiated
Carbon men shoot long arrows, cannon fire from the camp
Small dark people with evil minds advance
Send the prey into unkind environments
To grounds and undergrowth with shouts
Demise looms on horizons mist for him
Already tortured from the womb
On pounding feet he bleeds while pressing through
In strange surroundings with open wounds
Shots ring out after the enemy make the naked prey
Lay eyes on him in day light with pure hate
Follow every footfall falling on the ground
The ugly trees take a couple of hits
Splinters fly out, shatter living wood, as their demise is sure
Old riffles and loaded guns come with the hunters
Limited only by so many bullets screaming through the trees
To kill their prey, to bring the head back intact
Numbers don't lie. Momentum is on their side
Why the man has gone missing is a mystery
A cause for strain with sweat and grimace
Small men with evil minds intent become confused
Bugs gather around the fugitive
Make configurations for a meal
Moving keeps him from them and their appetite
He runs in heat with fear and heavy lungs
Filled with humidity he breaths no peace
Keeping quiet requires concentration
The wind must cease to speak for silence
Hiding is a science
Snakes want more than the mosquito
No time to turn about or study wings or feet-less creatures
Insects survive by flying from disaster
He follows them into the swamp
Lives under water for awhile
A long hollow reed for breathing
Comfortable for a time with larva breeding
Tickling his frail and fragile body
There is nothing wrong with wanting to survive
Life, like bullets, fly by
If I Knew
Lord, if I only knew what mysterious face is hiding somewhere past the haze,
What look you carry behind all those veils of light and living days,
Beyond the colors that keep pulsing and shattering at the break of dawn,
And beyond everything my eyes keep dreaming of but cannot lay eyes on.
You are the girl of my liquid dreams that slowly fall apart at night,
The mother of nameless constellations born from whispers and from light,
A silhouette that flows right through the violet seams of this wide universe,
Melting into all my visions like wax inside a solar flame that burns.
If I only knew how your hair falls soft like rivers made of stars,
Like strands of neon light woven wild between the fingers and the scars,
How your eyes hold entire galaxies dying slowly without a sound,
How your smile tears right through reality with a heat that turns me around.
I would write without stopping through a thousand fractured and clear-skied nights,
I would bleed out every single word I ever swallowed down too tight,
I would bend every melody that hums so deep between my bones,
Until the prism of my soul could finally show your untouched undertones.
I paint you in colors without names on canvases with no edge or end,
In sounds that taste like violet and like warm summer rain around the bend,
I trace your face on the back of my eyelids deep in the darkest place,
While the universe keeps pulsing through my veins in this sleepless, aching space.
Because I am dissolving slow and steady, cell by cell, day after day,
Waiting for your frequency to finally find its way,
Drifting alone inside this long and frozen bubble with no finish line,
Asking myself every single night if you will ever show up in time.
Maybe I will evaporate completely before I ever get to see your face,
A cloud of unfinished words, a story never told with any grace,
And the poems I wrote down in the delirium of my sleepless burning nights,
Will wander through a quiet and sad cosmos, lost and stripped of lights.
Just letters scattered into the endless cold and darkened void,
Just smoke spiraling upward toward the stars as time keeps getting destroyed,
From a soul that burned down slowly waiting on a face it never knew,
And wrote love poems its whole life long for someone it never got to view.
Occasionally I can only see half of it
when I am lucky I get to see at least two
they always make me smile
remembering what they mean to you
now all grown up they make me feel loved
that is my own little reminder of
God's love for me
To Nikko I am the rainbow chaser
'cause I know she loves them too
But she rarely gets to lay eyes on them
so whenever I spot a rainbow
I would snap a pic and send it off to her
knowing that with my meager gesture
I get to spread some cheer
Here’s to Arild and his sliding rainbow
and to Michael who gets lost in his
I have some pretty good reasons
to embrace them even more
their sizes may vary
the colors sometimes strange
Guess what?
They are still a blessing
with or without that pot of gold
*Inspired by MJF and Arild’s rainbow poems*
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no movie exists in THE NOW
if it did it would not be
no movement exists in the moment
if it would, the moment would be a second
no breath exists in the space
if it did the jagged line
between Life and Death would be no more
eternal IS here ~ for us to catch stardust
intending falling filtering flying halting pausing
joy remains a space-time tail of a
coil where it disappears as
we lay eyes on its slithering point escaped
a longed for romance with Divinity
when waters break down plughole
gone are sequins we sewed and hair
plaited with pearls
s p a c e b e c o m e s a c e
n o n e e d t o r a c e
TIMELINES exists s i m u l t a n e o u s l y
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Summer scintillating with blossoms of purple and gold, while beneath
Umbrella stars, the magic of an enchanting evening takes her breath away
Moon glow above waters, verdant trees that fan the expanse of the sky
Macaron sweet scented air, a chiffon scarf blows in the wind, she sits at the
Edge of the water and prays to the angels above. Please send me someone to
Revere and to love. While the gentle waves lap, curl and cover her, he arrives!
Love at first sight, that is what it was for her, when she first lay eyes on him.
Orbiting her world he smiles and suddenly two celestial bodies meet,
Veering towards each other, long forgotten echoes of the past, heard once again
Eager to conjoin they fuse like sky and ocean, by the eye of a fading sun.