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Great walls rise against the dawn
Sun settles all while moving on
Smooth surfaces stand majestic tall
Cast a shadow low but not for long
Stones cut by oblivion's first glance
Carved, intricate, resembling man
In their design, shaped and created
Generated by the silenced sentient
Creatures that crawled up from the mud
Now builders, the lot they have become
The blocks of life still fragile to the touch
Great walls rise against the dawn
Sun settles all while moving on
Smooth surfaces stand majestic tall
Cast a shadow low but not for long
Structures perfected over time's meanderings
Hard work comes at a cost to love and family
Dirt fills in the empty spaces left behind
Life is something you can not unwind
Ideas become more solid than concrete
To flow like liquid rivers on to city streets
Built to last until they crumble
Replaced there to evolve again forever
Glass and metals reach the sky high rises
In dimensions dictated by color and design
Children inherit empty spaces now vacated
With a purpose decided by some future generation
Empires fill in the void of the survivors
Not satisfied to simply be alive
Every stone must be inspected for a flaw
Given to science as every castle must be taken down
Handed over to someone sober
Archaeologists know best on how to fix the past
Every castle must pass the test of chance
With the power of history's command at hand
For a second chance to get it right
Workers find perfection in transforming rocks
Illusions created as living spaces preserves imagination
Homes become fine art of beauty for the future
Structures define us even before we are born
Great walls rise against the dawn
Sun settles all while moving on
Smooth surfaces stand majestic tall
Cast a shadow low but not for long
Fading Into glass
To the world around me,
I wish to convey my doubts.
I am unfamiliar with believing what I see,
or trusting the ground beneath my feet.
For when I try to hold on tightly, things slip away.
Not entirely physical,
so I let the quiet tell me what is real.
If I were to wake up,
discover this whole life was a daydream,
the loss of our everyday routine
would be my subject of grief.
Memories floating away from my grasp.
Hours spent counting the illusions of control.
Intangible and fleeting.
Indirectly felt. Hope says,
maybe tomorrow will prove it’s all real
to me.
But the morning never gives an answer.
Only solid enough to deliver
the surface level of a tangible world.
Leaving me ignorant of the deeper roots
anchoring our existence.
When I try to feel more than
the solid walls of my room,
it falls flat.
Never anchoring,
I feel guilty for questioning the light.
Maybe I could arrange my thoughts better.
Clear enough to be understood,
deep enough to make sense of this fog.
Asking myself what stays behind,
Begging for a glimpse of truth,
Catching shadows on the wall,
Doubers trapped in a theater,
Every second passing like smoke,
Finding reality in the ache.
For me,
I used to chase the daylight,
A common thing
yet it felt distant every time.
No matter what I touch,
It feels the same as those fleeting dreams.
A child reaching for what isn't there,
looking for answers from a universe that stays quiet.
I truly am trying to see,
I cannot even begin to find the edge.
As I sat on my flat bed thinking of my four poster bed! I remember words that are said to from my adventurous Journey called life!I have awaken to a new day walk!I have prayed over my asking and my thinking very much and my story is to be read! And an adventure to give an account to my Master called My Alpha and also my Omega! My own beginning my own end! my God of Gods! my Lord of lords! My great Star from above! My God of Love! The one that his love caused his heart to drip down red blood from the flesh flowed the heart pain red dripping invisible streams of love and faith and rebirth to the earth! To doubt is not allowed now it is bound on earth and bound in heavens above from generations to all the generations that pass by this life called Earth No doubt allowed! God is able to do what we ask or think. God is able to do what we ask or think the exclamation point! God is able to do what we ask or think the question mark? Ask and it shall be given! Knock and the door shall be open. Are you sure you asked to be a no doubt rock climbing faith receiver believer of your own words on the driving drifting sea! Solid as a rock standing on what the word of the bleeding heart said! Now think. Now think! Now think? And smile gladly for the kingdom comes God his will will be done! The gates of hell shall not prevail against us stopped! It is stopped! The evil Gate closed now and forever Amen And my my prayer morning prayer to us is thoughts to my mind to my brain to my head is this thought Who let the dogs out?
I. Creation
Before the troubles of the world infect the soul
The magic of imagination creates a womb
Devoid of torment, pain, and stress. Rainforests,
Jungles, beaches, other worlds of elation where
You are always the victor in battle, the one
Who finds true love, alpha and omega. Never
Landing in withered trees or dead grass, only
Strong trunks and rolling plains, an ocean
Of stars, a blanket while lying comfy on
Palm fronds floating down calm dreamy
Rivulets of turquoise streams. Locomotives
Wind down vast forest covered country sides
Their tracks gliding to the warm earthy
Humming sound only they can make.
Only now with danger, inherent only to your peaceful fire
Bring you to this happy place, a place desired.
II. A Home all Your Own
In the world of yesterdays and tomorrows
And days lost in the gyre of solstices we
Create a world unto ourselves. Paradises
Lost to the antiquity of children trapped
Inside their adult armor. Lies tipped with
Poison seep into the wells of being, melting
The oil from the canvas’ that dreams are painted on.
Cheap reminiscences flash through tattered wafting
Curtains. Nightmare doppelgangers wait in quarries
of fire breathing mountain giants laying siege to
Rapture found in a good escape. Chemical
Demons like iron maidens brandishing your
Favorite drugs, syringes close in creating
An eerie starry night
To you alone
In a home all your own.
III. Repent to your inner child
To regain a solid footing on the gun deck
Of the warship you’re riding in the flotsam,
Hearken lessons from the playground,
The bruises, nicks, and cuts proudly earned
Ensure the necessary skills are acquired
To embark on adventures of the body.
Hiding in shrouds like an angel
White egret with horsehair-like crests and
Misty wings is the caged fury of joy, her
Wings mightier, beak stronger, eyes sharper
And love unabated from years unvisited.
Swelling seas are sailed, reefs can’t breach
A flying draft when joy carries her burden
Aloft. Hair amber and aflame in the setting sun
Amidst a new sea of clouds, only anchor
In a child’s heart when the dream fades
And the soul returns among the shades.
Form:
He grabbed me up from where I lay, peaceful in the sun,
with my brothers and my sisters round about me.
I felt four digits seeming to be one of a whole,
which clasped around my form.
A fifth one, slightly broader, pressed onto me from my other side.
And then with a jolt, I found myself next lifted high into air,
the dry hot bed beneath me but a whisper of my past.
Accustomed, at the most, to being trodden upon,
I barely had the time to assimilate this rare experience
(I seemed to remember a sweeter touch long ago
from a smaller being who had picked me up,
examined me and then placed me back on the ground).
Suddenly, I was moving, this time unsupported, through the air.
I spied in a single spinning moment
a world I’d not envisioned from the spot on earth
I'd shared with pebble siblings.
In that place, we were surrounded
by greenery that blocked our view
and by giant old gray boulders, my ancestors perhaps.
Reposing heavily as if attached to land,
one such silent sentry supported him,
the creature who had flung me far from my home.
I found myself then bump, bump, bumping along,
making little rings across a shiny stretch of blue.
And when I lost momentum,
I disappeared beneath the final circle I’d created.
It felt much like the times I had been buried in cold whiteness,
but this instead was liquid cool!
I dropped down and down,
onto a different kind of ground, unusually soft and sticky,
the way earth used to feel for me after a sudden downpour.
Settled there, I noticed brown and silver shapes
that flitted past above me, much smaller
than many of the creatures of the land above me, but swifter.
Also there were tall green blades that swayed in place.
They resembled those that stood on solid ground.
Best of all, I saw around me others of my kind;
a multitude of us, small, beautiful and round,
with whom to share my soft new cozy bed!
She yawns as she takes out each dart sharpens the tip and adds them back to pile.
This game has been going on for quite awhile.
She stretches as still she refuses to play.
Come what may.
Again he steps up and snatches the darts.
Posed he stands there a fine work of art.
Young still vibrant chest puffed in defiance.
Having gained so much except the ability to feel pride in self reliance.
His eyes bright as the day time skies.
She shakes her head still not understanding why.
She braces for the inevitable as sharp points fly.
Her hide tough from battling through lies.
Each dart hitting its mark
For although he lacks in self pride he doesnt lack in smarts.
She grimaces and takes each one not allowing eyes to meet.
He takes his seat.
She again gathers the sarcastic off handed remarks
The shots taken in the dark
Each black purple blue and red spotted dart.
She yawns and sharpens each one with care and returns them doing her part.
Taking her place solemn hurt filled rejection weighing down
Slumped shoulders and broken frown.
She remains on solid strength grown ground
Determined to love through it all til self pride through self reliance is found.
Again tonight she took in the bad and turned it around.
Giving of her feelings her heart giving her all without a sound.
Teaching through suffering that she will remain.
She has not left as each battle came.
She lived through lonely and breathed through pain.
Staying as close as she can.
Trying to help build pride within this man.
Sage scented dreams of beauty and journeys beyond
after the sun has bleached the sky with regal strays of blond
it turns into a crimson shade of shying pink and rosy glass
pouring out its last sweet ray on velvet trees and grass
Worship ceremonies, braided leaves of smoldering strong
memories grooved on the heart we know where we belong
every sorrow gathers here, sometimes we walk alone
artist strokes of genius and suddenly we feel at home
Pastel colors white washed thoughts of yesterdays that kiss
back in days when we were happy and nothing was amiss
Former times when I could see colors of an evening sunset
those were days of gifted bless with no warrants no regrets
Hints of lavender milked soft into the fading of the light
there is nothing more I value than the gift of second sight
As the artist seals her art the sky turns solid brass
while the faded denim sky drops his shadow on the grass .
July 2, 2022
Afterglow: The pleasant remembrance of a past experience
Afterglow
When I think of afterglow, my cheeks,
my whole body becomes tinted, as
the skies in passionate throes of sunset.
What is this makeup we wear, this blush,
the maddening red dye of cascading hair?
Touch, not in sight, but the hide’n seek
of mountains and valleys, limbs and bush.
The afterglow of eyes, hidden in space,
a darkness with flickering stars of fantasy.
Words mostly moaned and moist, measured
by the brilliant treasury of two in oneness.
Forgetfulness of being grounded; flying
with forgotten memories of all in all.
Afterglow of hours, after the vanilla moon
and bubbly champagne, or just a restless day.
The yes, oh yes, not the nays. The bursting
of energy, then a melody of yawns. At dawn,
the colors through metamorphosis of night
have faded, plant the feet from silky sheet
to solid ground. Don’t worry, there are rounds
of such, that are not found in a one night stand.
The marriage bed may seem one and done,
the same sun, moon and stars. You don’t know
how the whole heavenly body draws closer
to examine two as one flesh, quite curious.
Curious the knowledge you find when
you get to know the whole park, punctuated
by a segment of life, the volcanic thundering,
the seasonal depths, the arrest of breaths.
Afterglow shall remain in generation after generation.
Love your so sweet babe
touching my soul as the heart
skips fast a beat talks honey
You're one in ten gifts
sweet singing golden classic
memory stands out inside
a thousand dreams come
true May summer heartbeats you
so fast talking beautiful
New day dawns shining
you're my sunshine fingerprints
darling flower we enjoy
The sweet tenderness
we hold in each others love
arms delight your company
happy baby doll
your around this heart dancing
Your the nightingale who sings
Dream into nights you
whom falls A star blazing gem
beauty before one's soft eyes
Captured In sweet thoughts
in my mind I wake up day
dreaming because your drop dead
beautiful to be
In your presence adoring
breathless stars sparkle magic
in your shine honey
you're sugar that flows sweetly
from the lips ice melts each word
Captured in your space
I cannot help myself babe
around you whom touches
this soul writes again
Words just flow from the heart ore
Its so lovely having you
inside my life brings
out the best to my feelings
as you are amazing sweet
Like a snowflake gem
your unique one of a kind
Melting in soft gentleness
Heart touching love suit
All I wish we forever
bond in each others union
Solid company
warmed with gold soft tenderness
into the heart touching love
striking feathers dust
angel brushes deep magic
Each a flickering heartbeat
Dancing Cupid's bow
tugging deep heartfelt with wings
it flies amazing grace true
smiles a beautiful treasure
choka
chain linked thoughts together one story of a jewel grasped the heart in her beauty
I look inside you
I step inside then
Well, well, look what I find here
Is this place Hell
Where my steps have led me
She calls me the Devil
Well that sounds just like him
Comteplations of direct hits
Night Marches regardless
If I’m the Archer or the target
Your still a part of
The weapons aimed in my direction
Shells, Shields, Force fields
Special Forces
Black opts, Black Hawks
Solid truths in soft words
Infrared, GPS, global positional satellites
Inferred here, I’m speaking from the third person
a glutton for punishment, a fly in the ointment
there are no flies on somebody
I’m Dynamic, I’m a driving force
I’m vigorous, full of energy, poetically spoken I got a purpose
Poetic Justice
Poet Destroyer
I tell you in Latin, I’m Acinonyx jubatus
Imma Cheetah
My words travel faster than a Leopard
I ain't no follower, I ain't no lemming
A Legend lends itself to something
Legitimately speaking
“To the system, I speak into the Universe
In the light years I splash and play in”