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To bring our family closer together we went
For a walk in the myriad shades of green
Forest on a long light brown rough hew log
Pathway that goes through the woods
With a rope going along the top to hang
On to. We completely got away from
Society.
White flowers were growing through the
Logs on the left and right sides making
This a beautiful scene with an aromatic
Bouquet. The sun shining through the
Trees up ahead of us was giving off an
Autumn reddish brown glow to the leaves.
We had to face an actuality
Since we lost a child we needed a different
Type of family activity.
When Melody was alive we would all go to
The beach cottage to enjoy the sand, water,
Sun, and sea breeze.
Now to bring our family closer together we
Went for a walk in the myriad shades of
Green forest on a long light brown rough
Hew log pathway that goes through the
Woods with a rope going along the top to
Hang on to. We completely got away from
Society.
We wanted this family vacation to give us
A new family memory without any
Reminders of Melody taking away our
Gaiety
Or making anyone feel ill at ease.
We had to face An actuality.
Nature gives off a form of energy.
As does our grandchildren when their
Playing with our Maltese.
To bring our family closer together we went
For a walk in the myriad shades of green
Forest on a long light brown rough hew log
Pathway that goes through the woods with
A rope going along the top to hang on to.
We completely got away from society.
This was brought to life as we used the
Rough water fountain and the bathroom
Facility.
We were in a time freeze.
We had to face an actuality.
I am happy to report this vacation was a
Victory
For us as a family. Everyone was pleased.
To bring our family closer together we went
For a walk in the myriad shades of green
Forest on a long light brown rough hew log
Pathway that goes through the woods
With a rope going along the top to hang on
To. We completely got away from society.
We had to face an actuality.
One night this darkness – A Collaboration with Darren White
One night this darkness will end life
with clouds in damp fog without stars
and a moon dressed in tatters screaming
at feet scratched on pebbles in low-tide
rough water to sway one and stumble
Maelstroms twist, turn and swallow fish
in an icy-cold winterland with rickety wrecks
Stranded with thundering crashes ashore
leaving flotsam resentful on soggy sand
The roar of firebolts raging around
And the sky will fall in guarded shadows,
streaks painted in dripping revelations,
shades of nevermore patina
eroding encrusted thoughts into gaping holes,
swallowing what is left of the dream
The artisan's hand glares down from the sky,
gouache in thick streaks in tangerine rage,
a knife sticking out scraping clouds
Unstable equilibrium shakes easel unnoticed,
genius vision or prediction of doomsday
When the unthinkable, unfathomable happens,
in silent sunbeam glory a single bloom forms
Tiny roots navigate a desolate landscape,
gently removing soil from fractured stone,
caressing sorrows in springtime whispers
Dark clouds now cast warming farewells
as blue sky canopies float like streamers,
singing in harmony with endless beliefs that,
one night this darkness will end life,
until dawn’s resurgence is reborn
Written by:
Darren White
Chris Green
One night this darkness will end life
with clouds in damp fog without stars
and a moon dressed in tatters screaming
at feet scratched on pebbles in low-tide
rough water to sway one and stumble
Maelstroms twist, turn and swallow fish
in an icy-cold winterland with rickety wrecks
Stranded with thundering crashes ashore
leaving flotsam resentful on soggy sand
The roar of firebolts raging around
And the sky will fall in guarded shadows,
streaks painted in dripping revelations,
shades of nevermore patina
eroding encrusted thoughts into gaping holes,
swallowing what is left of the dream
The artisan's hand glares down from the sky
Gouache in thick streaks in tangerine rage
A knife sticking out scraping clouds
Unstable equilibrium shakes easel unnoticed
Genius vision or prediction of doomsday
When the unthinkable, unfathomable happens,
in silent sunbeam glory a single bloom forms
Tiny roots ruminate a desolate landscape,
gently removing soil from fractured stone,
caressing sorrows in springtime whispers
Dark clouds now cast warming farewells
as blue sky canopies float like streamers,
singing in harmony with endless beliefs that,
one night this darkness will end life,
until dawn’s resurgence is reborn
***
February 3, 2017
Copyright ©Chris Green and Darren White
Step by step……………………..
I am moving closer to what I am supposed to
Suppose to do what I don’t know
I don’t know what I am supposed to do
Step by step………………....
I am moving forward towards to a new goal
To a place I am supposed to go,
A goal I struggle, but no one knows
Step by step…………………
My trouble circles like merry go
Intertwines with my flaws so I move slow
So slow my brain begins to over flow
Step by step……………….
I am over cumbered with thoughts inside my mind
They race to fast I am starting to trail behind
This life is leaving me, now’s not the time to be blind
Step by step…………….
I only see the negative path that I have lead
The truth of lies that I miss read
The rough water that my mind makes me tread
Step by step …………
I failed everybody I knew in my life
The tears that falls is the blades that cut me like a knife
My heart that bleeds deep, I don’t want to lose my wife
Step by step ………
I carry the unconditional love as a father
I hope she never ever bothers to wonder
But this burden is so deep. I don’t want it discovered.
Step by step …..
I am moving further away to what I suppose to
Suppose to do the things I never do
I am better off far away from both of you.
Step By step..
Quiet and Had Been Hushing
For a while were quite and had been hushing,
Then into our lives Holy Spirit came rushing;
Prayed while kneeling,
When we felt a feeling;
Faces became red and much were blushing.
Jim Horn
We knew that the devil had been sinning;
Was always doing it from very beginning;
God played ball,
With each and all,
Sure to be with us no matter what inning.
Jim Horn
God's greatest feature is He does redeem;
And forever over us will remain supreme;
Exact and precise;
Not one single vice;
So precious to me He always surely seems.
Jim Horn
While we all would have toiled and tarried;
Across rough water on a ship were ferried;
On we did keep going,
While God was knowing;
Place were going and end up being carried.
Jim Horn
God made me aware of what I was doing;
All words and thoughts in Bible viewing;
Trying to find,
Peace of mind;
My heart and spirit He has been renewing.
Jim Horn
Yep, you guessed it. Over ten again.
As I sail through this life, adrift, unmoored,
I wonder where the current will take me.
I know I'll have to traverse rough water,
smooth water, calm, even rapids on this journey.
I hope to find love along the way, along with
happiness and joy. I hope that the days over
troubled water do not overwhelm me nor
outnumber the days of calm. I want to see
the sights as I drift along, feel the current
on my feet.
I want to travel, to see nature,
to feel the breeze. I want to experience all
the wonders of this life. I want to spread
happiness and joy. I want to mean something
to someone. I want to create, I want to read,
I want to write, I want to see, to just be.
I want to soar with the clouds, sing a melody
with the sea. I want to feel, to touch
and hear everything I can before the killick
must moor me.
There’s a harsh river that’s flowing outside,
I can hear it from inside the house;
While I’m still slumbering after my rouse –
It is tugging the sand and eroding the riverside.
It is uprooting tragically the trees from within;
Yes it’s quite ugly in its flow –I don’t tease,
It’s true because it is breaking its new lease;
I surmise, its turbulent flow breaks a fish a fin.
And to add, the rain is pouring heavily with hail still,
Intensifying its flow at riptide; I hear a ripple in fine
And fast rough water that breaks the riverine –
And the sound of shivering and swaying water lily.
And as sweet with these admixture of sounds I fall asleep;
As solely does the sleep in sound mine is just too deep.
I could rip my heart out
and lay it upon this page
I could take time and count
all the Isolated days
I can sit and pray about
the end of this pain
Only to find out
This is the essential stage.
For any prayers that exist
and may bring about change
We see now with this
they've never came my way
I can sit with the intent
that time will end this some day
Or I can accept it
This is only the essential stage.
This rough water ocean
the home to this stage
remains out spoken
till this very day
My mind is still open
though controversial to say
but my will is broken
This is the essential stage.