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Don’t know when it all went bad and sometimes I just cry
Feeling lost and lonely since the day she said goodbye
Choices made were all so wrong the bottle not the bride
So I lost the woman long before I ever lost my pride
But today I got that letter and I felt like a brand new man
She said I still love you, if you got it beat you can meet me in Cheyenne
It’s been so long, singing the same old song, and the battle seems to never end
Clinging to that whiskey bottle like it was a long lost friend
I lie once more she doesn’t know the score and I tell her That I’m fine
But my hand still shakes and my body aches So I still can’t walk that line
Where do you go when you feel so low that sometimes you want to die
The rain pours down on this side of town, never stops and I don’t know why
Through blood shot eyes and nightly highs, I’m doing the best I can
Someday I pray, I’ll get away and meet my woman in Cheyenne
The shelter down on the end of town is the only home I know
I’m standing out on the highway and don’t know which way to go
Feeling numb I put out my thumb heading for that Wyoming line
Searching for all I had before I chose the whiskey and the wine
In Cheyenne I believe she’s waiting there and all my dreams come true
But the choices I made and the games I played are things I can’t undo
So there’s a bottle in the paper bag that I’m holding in my hand
Leaning against a wall trying not to fall in an alley in Cheyenne
I STEP down from the boardwalk and into a land moved by the forces of the universe.
I feel the earth move under my feet as I walk on mountains crushed to grains of sand by these forces and the passing of time since the birth of planet Earth.
Ringing in my ears, beating in my heart, running through my veins - the thunder of an ancient drum as the ocean rises and falls to the will of the wind.
I mark my passing with footprints in the sand while my mind empties itself of everything but this moment.
I walk toward a purple line in the distance, yearning to know what is there...yearning to touch it.
I lean against a warm wind that blows away the ribbons from my hair and all the troubles of a world gone mad.
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Moment-by-moment... time becomes a thing of the past as I reach for that purple line.
On and on and on - I walk to the beat of that ancient drum - through the wind and ocean brine - through the setting of the sun - ON AND ON AND ON. Still, its seems I'm no closer to that line.
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As the moon begins to rise, I turn back.
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My morning footprints have all disappeared. The forces of the universe have erased every trace, I was ever here.
I STOP... and look up at the moon and all the uncountable stars that hang there ... motionless among the endless galaxies, over an ocean now at rest.
AND IN THIS MOMENT... I AM ONE WITH ALL THERE IS...AS I STARE INTO
THE FACE OF GOD.
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Written: February 17th, 2016
Elaine Cecelia George of Canada
it isn't in the time, neither in the dream
nor in the feeling's vagueness
but it is to what uncertainty
as well the ungovernable hopelessness
- which here outline the notes
of a forgetful page, like a mark
will be going to melt away in the snow -
nearlier fix themselves onto, it is to that
you hand over, what of yourself
the memories leave behind and what never
admired you won't be able to gaze at
anymore... but it's the instant
it is the instant which snows of memories
ancient and lost, ravagely fascinating
memories, unforgettable emotions which
bloodily plunge their cutting sword into
your soul, and you, you aren't able to bear
your bundle of rags and doubtful intents
further on anymore, as under the dismayed
light of the misted illuminance life vanishes
The starry night over the town of silent Bethlehem
brought many to that small manger
where Jesus was born; no brighter
star was ever seen as far as the city of Jerusalem!
The shepherd and the drum-player came, they walked miles
side by side bringing their humble gifts to meet a King worthy
of many praises! They saw the Wise Men riding their camels
draped with bells and asked them, " Are you going the same way? "
They smiled pointing out to the brilliant midnight star that guided them,
" We, too, are heading there to see a King worthy of many praises! "
" Yes, we have heard of the wonderful Emmanuel whom all the angels proclaim! "
" His birth was foretold a long time ago, now we can worship Him on our knees! "
When they got there, the stable echoed with angelic songs full of mirth...
Mary and Joseph showed them the Redeemer laying in the warm hay;
they bowed to pay homage to Christ, then the drummer started to play,
the shepherd offered Him a sheep and the Magi: gold, incense and myrrh!
Right now is a good time for an endgame;
This moment, not tomorrow or the next day;
Hesitation is jealous of ambition;
Listen to your foolish grin;
For everything restless inside of you?
Stop waiting;
The art of knowing,
merely the starting block;
Opportunities look for you
to courageously jump;
Fall in love
again and again,
relentlessly explore your passion;
If they are not watered
ideas whither like flowers
unexplored potential of an unpainted canvas;
Start today;
For everything lying dormant deep within
listen to that inner rhythm;
Strap in, enjoy the ride;
Blissful and free from more of the same,
right now is a good time for an endgame.
The blue mood of silence, is there on the screen
Not a whisper, no dialogue, just a hum that is found
A celluloid reel, spinning backwards in time
while flickering shadows, has hushed all the stars
that watch through a curtain, while marking the years
The soft ocean breezes are catching your hair.
It frolics, embracing the blue dress you wear
You are running barefoot along the incoming tide
The beach is as smooth as the silk of your skin
You are flying a kite in the swift summer sky
You raise up your arm, and are waving at me
A smile on your mouth, and a star in your eyes
I can almost hear whispers, that come from afar
shattering silence, without any sound
The joy of it falls through the long winter years....
In voiceless, vague memory, to rest on my ears
I follow along...as I'm watching you play
Your lips ever moving....what is it you say?
I find myself reaching... still, wanting to catch
to set a small trap...and reach into the past
I can't hear the chords,....nor the score to your song
Or music I long for.....that is kept by the stars
But, here in the heart of this moment, I grasp
Like the kite reaching higher....while piercing the sky
Weaving a magic...where joy never dies
I watch how you hold to that kite in the sky...
and cross over the threshold....no questions to ask...
You've thrown a last kiss.....that I reach out to catch
And for a moment together, .... we are touching the stars....
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Years ago, on a snowy morn,
Before my kids were even born,
I left super early to start my drive
So in plenty of time I would surely arrive.
I taught in a school 20 miles away
And, although lots of snow was predicted that day,
The radio had no announcement I heard
That schools would be closed, which I should have inferred.
By the time I pulled up, it was quite a storm
But inside of my car I was nice and warm.
There were no other cars, one lone person about;
The custodian, shoveling, gave me a shout.
“I just got the word - we’re officially closed.
Go on home!” which I did, as you might have supposed.
Though the roads were much worse and some curses I flung,
I made it home fine, but of course, I was young.
And each year when a blizzard’s predicted, my mind
Flashes back to that morning, when I was still blind
To the fact that in snowstorms, by using your head,
You’re much better off home, staying cozy in bed.
*fulton-RAINBOW
T H U N D E R
T E M P E S T
S H I N I N G
S H O W E R S
H A I L I N G
H E A V E N S
P R O M I S E
*a shape poem created by artist Hamish Fulton-' fulton' is a unique shape form I so labelled after ' Seven days' one of the the works of Hamish Fulton (the Scottish artist) as a tribute to that artist .'fulton' is A square visual poem in letter 3x3 ,4x4,5x5,6x6 etc etc There of many examples thereof in my database here on PS
Note:(ichthys), or XIesoûs Khristós, Theoû Huiós, Sot?r;translates into English as 'Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior'
If love is everywhere
Why is it so hard to find?
Seems everybody’s looking all the time.
Maybe we're all scared
To take the time and read the signs.
Maybe it's right there and we're blind.
All the pretty colors turn to gray.
All the words we mean but will not say.
All the stars we wish on, all the prayers we pray.
All the love we let just fade away.
All the dreams forgotten in the day.
All the paths not taken on the way.
All the time we've wasted on all the games we play.
All the love we let just fade away.
Look at all the prices we must pay.
Look at all the rules we must obey.
Look at all we cling to that will never really stay
Like all the love we let just fade away.
Awesome, magnificent, infinite and grand
these four beautiful words describe exactly the same
gleaming sky that David saw when composing a poem
to praise the Creator who used a command!
Millions of years have passed and the breath-taking beauty
of the wondrous stars and constellations never dawns;
feel David's emotions as he penned down inspiring psalms!
Don't we also lose ourselves in the sky's obscure immensity?
Find a spot where every corner of the twinkling sky is seen clearly;
look further into the boundless universe and grasp a sense of reality,
then analyse it and revoke the absurd thoughts that failed as doubt...
compare your faith to that of David who was happy to proclaim it!
See the nocturnal spectacle that always vows us in every aspect;
its so awesome when Mars appears with its rotating rings that
simply draw our attention to impose true belief...
so discard any false theory that all evolved by itself!
Written on 3/27/ 2014 by Andrew Crisci
for nette onclaud's contest,
" A Night Sky "