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We climbed the hills, the sky so wide,
With every step, our hearts did glide.
The morning light kissed mountain streams,
As we sipped our coffee, chasing dreams.
Then water flooded, unexpected, fast,
Yet side by side, we made it last.
Together, laughter through the mess,
In every touch, a soft caress.
The mountain air, a breath so pure,
Our breakfast shared, our spirits sure.
At Gloria’s, we found our place,
In every sip, a quiet grace.
Shrimps by the shore, the ocean's call,
By seaside whispers, we stood tall.
We walked the harbor, stones so old,
In silent awe, the stories told.
Up in the tower, we watched the fleet,
As waves and boats in rhythm beat.
Then homeward bound, in arms we lay,
The evening twilight, fading gray.
In our embrace, so deep, so right,
Like a glove, we fit that night.
And with the world in sweet surrender,
Our hearts aligned, in perfect bliss,
We shared our first, eternal kiss.
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To you, the one who turned a simple day into a beautiful journey. With every step, every smile, and every shared moment, you became my perfect companion. This is for the girl who fills my heart and makes every moment feel like magic.
always happy and laughing, you lit up the room with your smile,
god used your expressions of love towards us lasting only for a while,
i'll never forget you, or the impressions you've made,
knowing you were dying, but in your heart the foundations were laid,
you knew where you'de be when your life here would end,
your memories touched my heart, a most cherished friend,
i was small when you left, but i knew where you would be,
a life now lived with god forever in the comfort of eternity,
you taught us each week with such enthusiasm as you read to us god's word,
you explained how to let jesus into our hearts with a smile that reassured,
you may have left us physically, but in my heart you are not gone,
your love for god was beautiful to me, and your memory still lives on,
how could i ever forget you,
i know i never will,
you were truly an angel sent from god, and his purpose you fufilled,
i remember asking my mom "why is she so happy, knowing that she is dying?"
"shouldn't she be very sad, shouldn't she be crying?"
my mother replied in a sweet tone of voice "that's because she has jesus living
in her heart."
"he makes her so happy, she forgets all her pain, and anticipates seeing him
when she'll depart."
i tried so hard to understand, as i watched her lift her hands, and praised god
while she was singing,
this truly was not the very end for her, but a new chapter and a new beginning,
god used an extradinary woman in my childhood to stir the curiousity in my heart
and mind,
to pinpoint the direction on where he wanted to take me, showing me there was
a love i'de soon be able to find.
Form:
Written By: D.Collins 8/7/19
I'm slightly tee-tee cheeky in a New Orleans kind of way.
Never holding back on things I need to say.
Be direct and honest. Put it out there in front.
Let each individual contemplate what they want.
Streamline every sentence to it's "imp" degree.
An analytical approach for getting down in the weeds.
Cutting through the drama, and getting real 4-1-1.
If I'm slightly tee-tee cheeky, I am my father's son.
Between Alpha and Omega there's only the in-between.
Which can be twisted to mean whatever the hell it means.
Just by paying attention, I tend to avoid that.
Look into their soul, and drain all of the facts.
If that's what makes me cheeky, I'm down with that!!!
Once I put it out there, I ain't taking it back.
Put it in the universe, be gone, said and done.
Where it cannot be misconstrued by anyone.
haunter of the woods,
woods whispering wishes,
like a heartbeat, still as starlight,
reflecting all the music…
oaks and birch, pine and laurel,
soothing barks,
ligneous laughter, a morning sun
silent as dew, drizzled on the heart,
freeing the feelings to believe,
blessing away the distress,
kindness curing each dread.
Haunter of the woods,
Poignant displays of rustling leaves,
Expressions in dancing verdures,
Music composed on winds of color,
Hues in magenta, mahogany, mysteries…
Bold flavors of yesterday, the past
Forever awake in my thoughts,
Dreaming… haunting and healing….
Aching autumn, hope
Singing a new song, a new love
Sweating in tones of amber
Delicious, delicate dreams hovering
Into the midnight, moonlight
Erasing the reflections of a past
When everywhere, there amid the darkest
Dread, there – lived the stillness,
Peace overflowing the night, so wonderous,
Like lavender skies on the September
Heart, enchanting, romantic….
Remembering the haunting,
Solitude feeling like the truth,
The only truth,
Insanity coming apart beneath the heavy
Gaze of prayers prayed by lives,
Amazed and praising, preparing…
Yes, preparing for the moments
When faith would take away the doubting,
Amid the crackling leaves,
The decaying despair, the darkness
Unaware that tomorrow would never consent,
To the testing of a lukewarm grace,
Never abide in the faith who couldn’t believe –
Believe beyond the shadow of a doubt,
Life is mostly a hill climbed by those who see,
Beyond the trees, into the woods
Where silence destroys the darkest dread
And serenity makes a way for grace,
Humbling even the richest, the most blessed,
Humbling so that, together with light,
They can feel the wonder of the woods,
The beautiful in the thickets…
They can see… the forest for the trees!
The Forest
The forest never
asks where it is
it always knows the way
be like the forest
You'll find me in the forest
Beneath the silver birch tree
With ribs in weaves of primrose
And stomach in knots of heather
What beauty today
In a land such as this,
Spinning blue skies
Dizzy from twirling leaves,
Stars in the water
Shining like sunken treasure,
Loose trees shifting
And dripping warm sun down their backs,
And everything, everything alive.
What beauty today,
In this land
Like a steady stream
That trickles through the forest,
I will persevere.
Though my journey is unknown,
I know I’ll reach the ocean.
Magnificent leaves
Beautiful tall pines and oaks
Mysterious, Dark
In this wild resplendent place
ferns unfurl softly green
below bearded mossy trees
rain falls, birds call, echoing
sound of deep forest
breathing
Its wild in here
yet so peaceful
your love has made a forest out of me
You are the forest
that I'm willing to explore even at the most dangerous and darkest area.
Just to discover
your beauteous mysteries.
As the wind blows
through the desolate trees
of a forbidden forest
and the falling of the leaves
is all that can be heard
everything stands, still
there is no time
only peace
Adventure has started
you have to capture my heart,
i will be running ,
so begin the hunt.
Be careful to choose the right path,
my forest is enchanted,
you might fall into a trap.
pick a weapon for this fight,
you must be cautios,
don't let me out of your sight.
i'll be hiding somewhere far,
watch your moves,its dangerous,
i could leave you a scar.
i think you have a chance to win,
just let your mind run wild
and keep your heart clean.
Love,is like a forest,
so big, mystifying, and enchanting,
yet,so evil, dark, and dangerous.
Life,is like a tree in a forest,
one out of many but individually beautiful, with
amazing aspects,yet,ordinary, overpowering, or underwhelming.
Friendship,like a branch on the tree.
a part that makes something, different,
and wonderful,yet,differing, imperfect, and vast.
We are a part of the forest.
In the forest of hope,
One will find tranquility, prosper, and love,
In the forest of hope,
One is all and all is one.
In the forest of doubt,
One will find hostility, failure, and evil,
In the forest of doubt,
One is none and none is one.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Your goodliness and Godliness parades around in my head
and makes me scoff.
I used to be that way too but the devil came by with her enticing ways.
She had such a convincing spiel, I followed her gladly.
Understanding now that the sinner part of me is more fun than not.
Do you want to be stagnant? Stale? Left in the dirt?
An old maid or worse?
Your prissy ways and persnickety attitude
is going to cause you to petrify.
You will never experience the little death if you remain on this track.
Come play with me, hear the pipes? Frolic and dance; the time is ripe.
You deserve to live; eat from the fatted calf, drink some red wine.
Stop standing in the mirror of others, nurture your wanton side.
Lust and love, that’s all there is baby, and money and greed.
Let yourself have a taste of the life you crave, the good life.
They who pressure you into purity are jealous of your youth.
They want you to become moldy, green, yesterday’s bread.
Do not waste your talents, your hunger is vast
You are voluptuous, adventuresome. Taste some life my friend!
Let me help you by leading the way.....
A vision into what we know that never comes to pass.
A dream inside a dream that just runs out of gas.
The future changed direction and decided to turn round.
And silent hazy mornings are all that we have found.
Another day to chase away what doesn't come our way.
To where a world inside a world is where we go to play.
The spirits call in whispered tones to save us from ourselves.
If we refuse to hear the call, we're left up on the shelves.
An after thought where nothings taught is all some ever learn.
Where all you sought you never bought, afraid to take your turn.
When science makes more sense than God, it leaves you on your knees.
And the absence of an answer leaves the preacher asking please.
The farther that the sun descends, the closer things appear.
Within a setting of amends in hopes to keep us near.
We're left to wonder in our minds till St. Peter turns the key.
Until that time all that we know, is it'll be what it'll be.
Heart
by Odin Roark
Can an enigma be weighed?
Many would hold the heavy heart
Is indeed noticeably of greater weight
And yet…
What can the heart do
When all its wishes is respect
As real
As both tangible
And insoluble?
The heart has few friends
Its bodyguards
Lung left
Lung right
Hold 24/7 vigils
Knowing without aeration
Man’s lifeline is severed
Storms
Good times
Makes no difference
Pumping continues
The gasp of birth
Forever faithful
Still
Comes hurt
Comes denial
Come battles lost
Our hearts panic
Asking lungs
To take the bullet
Like mothers
Fathers
Secret Service
Internal instincts
Obviate thinking
Risk death at any cost
So goes the miraculous nature
Safeguarding the one institutional identity
One can really trust
Life’s experience
Most likely has no measurement
But we know heavy
Don’t we?
Spoken are the words and speak and our heard;
Ravenousing split second light;
Spoken word in the darkness speaks life;
Happily, ever after, every sound that the letter makes;
Syllabus syllable and constant consequence
constanant;
Your throat is the valley that holds your tongue
Your lips are mountains that speaks your words
Your eyes reflect shine as new day sun
Your mouth a lake a top the valley entrance way
The shadow of your speaks life
Your heart beats the messages
You speak life sweet words light
Spoken are the words and speak and our heard;
Ravenousing split second light;
Spoken word in the darkness speaks life;
---THE SHADOW OF YOUR SMILE SPEAKS LIGHT
4/24/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
A well-worn witch flits and twists through the indigo mist.
Gloating in genius, I look at my well-read list.
Bats shaken out of their sleep, come out to dive bomb.
I toast them with my dragon breath, singing a psalm.
The witch gives me a shake of her dirty little fist.
She makes me happy with her anger. I tie down her wrist.
Her pet crow dive bombs me as I add to the pyre.
I will lash him to it also, before I set the fire.
Do you think you are being too cruel? Little dragon asks me.
I roll my eyes, happy as I could ever and I mean EVER be.
My mind is made up. I am getting rid of all this garbage today.
My children are so crazy about these video games they do not want to play.
Halloween Horrors is the first video game to toss.
Followed by Witchy Wind Chimes and Ghost Busters by Ross.
I smile at the icons as they are deleted from my phone.
Now we can be a family again. Is that a ringtone?
Written: 9-13-2019
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