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There is this sudden drive me
that grips me firm and bold
hanging on and forcing out politely
secrets my mind holds.
At first it seemed a small explosion
of thoughts and feelings unexplained
but more I think of its erosion
may come a loss within my brain.
I sleep, I wake, I doze and drift
as the written words begin to fade
with song and rhyme once a gift
relay my feelings on parade.
Each breath I take replaces one before
and the number is uncounted
but the moments rise without keeping score
and thinking persists rebounded.
All words then find their way
contemplating where next to roam
to gain their voice and say
of how the heart finds home.
Sometimes the words are overwhelming
slipping and tugging, directing my hand
as words spring forth compelling
to spread forth upon the shore like grains of sand.
So there you are, a word or two or three or four
my unyielding thoughts on rhyme,
release the hounds of mental war
then rest, unwind, all will again be fine.
Extraterrestrials are here, among the stars they roam,
Their cosmic ships traverse the void, in search of Earthly home.
Alien minds with wisdom vast, secrets yet untold,
They watch us from afar, their presence manifold.
In silver saucers, sleek and grand, they soar across the sky,
Leaving trails of stardust as they gracefully pass by.
Their technology, advanced and strange, beyond our comprehension,
Their presence sparks both fear and awe, an otherworldly tension.
Their eyes, like galaxies, hold mysteries untamed,
Their touch, ethereal and cool, their voices unexplained.
They study Earth's complexities, our dreams and aspirations,
Observing human frailties, our hopes and frustrations.
Benevolent or malevolent, we cannot truly say,
But their arrival signals change, a cosmic turning day.
We gaze into the heavens, with wonder and with fear,
For extraterrestrials are here, their purpose still unclear.
Are they emissaries of peace, or heralds of the storm?
A question lingers in the air, their true intent to form.
We ponder the enigma, the truth we hope to find,
As we coexist with beings from the realms of space and time.
Dear people of the world,
Be ready to live an awesome week
For,
On Monday, you shall feel butterflies
Running wild in your heart
For,
Awesome shall be the day!
Yes,
It shall be a day,
Grand as a full moon night itself,
Imbibed with fragrance
Emanating from the gardens of Eternity!
On Tuesday,
Allow yourself some time to stop your chores
And to dance in the rain
For water, it shall be,
Flowing from the rivers of potent power,
Having in them,
The ability to cleanse one of every ill
That may be clinging on to their soul!
On Wednesday,
The night shall be so clear
That angels and witches shall play together,
Games known to them solely,
Games usually played in the secrecy
Of hidden gardens and magical ponds!
Yes,
Be ready, on Wednesday night,
To receive blessings
As the mood shall be jolly and sweet!
On Thursday,
The sun shall shine so bright
That it shall dazzle us all
And it shall be a great day
To light a candle in a chapel
Or even on our home altar
To seek healing for the many ills
That our diseased world carries upon her skin!
Friday shall be the day to connect to the celestial realms
For the portals of our hearts shall be open
To receive the energy of the divine
And it shall be the right moment
To sit and meditate in the silence of a sacred place
Letting our heartbeats be overwhelmed
By the grace of mercy
As we know it not on Earth!
And the weekend then,
Shall be two days to let go
Of our unexplained connection to a power
Which we shall never understand for ourselves!
Yes,
On Saturday and Sunday,
The opportunity to spend time with closed ones;
Family, friends and relatives,
Shall present itself upon a cheerful note
And best would it be
To party together as each one of us would want to!
Be ready,
To live an awesomely poetical week,
And I shall be back
For another forecast,
As soon as I shall be done
With playing with my telescopes and with my crystal balls!
The motions we keep going through
Are becoming more mundane
We know what we want from life
Cause we both want the same
We’re masking I love you
For reasons unexplained
Although the sun keeps on shining
We only feel the rain
I can’t do this world without you
I can’t walk this walk alone
We’ve tried to workout what’s before us
But our fate is set in stone
I can’t do this world without you
I can’t walk this walk alone
We’ve tried to workout what’s before us
But our fate is set in stone
There’s a reason I hate weekends
It’s cause we have to say goodbye
I can tell when something’s wrong
Without looking in your eyes
Can I take your pain away
Name the time and the place
We can share a warm embrace tell our feelings face to face
I can bet we’d be amazed
I can’t do this world without you
I can’t walk this walk alone
We’ve tried to workout what’s before us
But our fate is set in stone
I can’t do this world without you
I can’t walk this walk alone
We’ve tried to workout what’s before us
But our fate is set in stone
We carry such a heavy load
As if our future’s been fore told
Though our hair is turning silver
What awaits us is pure gold
I can’t do this world without you
I can’t walk this walk alone
We’ve tried to workout what’s before us
But our fate is set in stone
We’ve tried to workout what’s before us
But our fate is set in stone
Beauty in Imperfection - A collaboration with Iris Blade
I got too close to the masterpiece
And realized it was cracked
Blemishes and scars
Memories and sorrow
I stared as the brushstrokes reflected
fault lines in reverse images
slicing and carving,
desires and dreams
And I silently waited
For the broken frame
For the cracked canvas
To whisper their story
To give the answers to my questions
Because I no longer knew
What was beautiful
And what was not.
Yet still I gaze intently,
mesmerized by the vision I find
Could it be that life is hidden within
this portrait that seems so oddly familiar
Where an easel supports
Not only a work of unexplained reason,
But a deeper meaning
In all that I see
Beauty behind brushstrokes
Not perfection but
Affection
Love behind scarred lines in blue
And this one painting
Has shown me what I know
And what I want to
Beauty resides in imperfection.
‘Twas in another century
On a desolate, dreary day
When something red from skies above
Wafted into the land of gray.
It slowly drifted in the sky,
Then lit on the head of a boy.
For reasons that are unexplained,
It filled his heart with joy.
But the land of grey - it had rules,
Whether they be written or “un-“.
Here every hat must be grey,
And exceptions there would be none.
The notice of the king’s two henchmen,
This violation did not escape.
They took it upon themselves,
The youth’s behavior to reshape.
Perhaps it bothered those big men
To hear that cap say, “look at me!”,
But who can translate words said in “hat”?
It could have screamed “I am free!”
The soldiers were dealt three more cards
And those were number, age, and size.
They grabbed and tossed up that red cap
Back and forth high in the grey skies.
The lad could not catch that dear hat.
Those brute’s mouths filled with laughter.
The tike was separated from his joy
Which he desperately ran after.
Why’d these bruisers enjoy their jobs?
Was it just control to maintain?
Or the simple joy of sharing
The pleasure of inflicting pain?
While we do not know the answer,
We know they hid the hat so trusty
And relegated that red headgear
‘Neath a chair, dark and dusty.
This once political prisoner -
Did he escape? Forgotten instead?
He performed his mystical magic
And is now sitting upon my head.
I believe in synchronicity and the wonders therein contained…
I believe in angels and miracles and the mystery of the unexplained.
Chrissy was a friend of our daughter…growing up their friendship was like glue…
I remember in high school they dyed their hair school colors…Ali orange…and Chrissy blue.
I remember one summer she came with us to North Carolina…that’s what good friends do…and in moments when we stop to think about her…Chrissy was our friend too.
It’s been a number of years since she left us shocked and mystified…since our good friend Chrissy…committed suicide.
Her life was filled with sadness…so much agony and strife…and, one day, when no one was looking…she ended her short life.
Chrissy was young and funny and beautiful…at least on the outside for all to see…she was thoughtful and creative…she even wrote poetry.
But inside Chrissy was a troubled soul who lived in darkness and couldn’t always see the light…this morning I was thinking about how I miss her smile and all those poems she’ll never write.
How we all wish Chrissy had understood…she had friends and family nearby…
who were willing to do anything to help…who weren’t ready to say goodbye.
On my walk I wondered how she’s doing…hoping she is happy and feeling fine…and I appealed to the Other Side saying, “Chrissy, if you’re happy…please…give me a sign.”
Just something to let me know you’re not sad and lonely anymore…
and then I saw it…a five dollar bill on the ground in front of my bookstore!
I picked it up, said “Thank you, Chrissy. I’m glade you’re well, my friend…and in my pocket I placed the five dollar bill…I never intend to spend.
Was finding that five dollars just a coincidence…or was it as synchronistic as it seems?
Was it a way for Chrissy to tell me she is safe and no longer hounded by her dreams?
Was it just a random five dollar bill dropped from someone’s pocket…or a sign sent from Chrissy down to me? You can draw your own conclusions…but I vote for synchronicity.
And I implore anyone who is depressed today…to remember you have friends and family near by…willing to help in any way they can…who are not ready to say goodbye.
988…IS THE SUICIDE AND CRISIS LIFELINE: HELP IS AVAILABLE
I do believe that we are not alone,
at times receive a message unexplained.
A feeling or a sighting from elsewhere,
that gives me such a thrill and brings a smile.
Premonitions of events I can attest,
from whence they come, I never disagree.
By keeping open minded then I gain
satisfaction through unbridged reception.
There is so much more we can explore,
Yes, all around are powers we can’t see.
Connections some electric that can shock,
instead of blunt denial, accept outside arrival.
So exciting supernatural times that spread.
with clarity if only we allow.
Ourselves to see through static that surrounds,
instead embrace this noise with open minds.
I stepped into a world unknown,
Where seeds of silence had been sown.
New faces turned but did not speak—
A quiet strength for hearts to seek.
She watched me with a steady gaze,
As if to read through subtle haze.
No words were said, yet much was told,
Through eyes that searched, serene and bold.
Her glance, a question held in time,
A thread unspooled, a hint of rhyme.
Did she see pieces of my past,
Or simply feel a shadow cast?
I stood unsure beneath her stare,
Half in the moment, half elsewhere.
Still wondering if she somehow knew
The weight of what I'd journeyed through.
The past had left a whispered trace,
Still echoing in time and space.
But I replied with calm and grace,
As though no ghost had touched this place.
Though riddled with uncertainty,
Gratitude took root in me.
The questions hung like autumn leaves,
But peace was gathered in the sheaves.
Now I walk with steps unchained,
Among the new, the unexplained.
A chapter waiting to be penned,
With hopes for healing in the end.
I pray for bridges yet unbuilt,
For hearts to open, wounds to wilt.
For memories that once felt sore,
To ache no longer, evermore.
Still, her eyes in silence stay,
Not far enough to drift away.
I carry on with gentle grace,
And let the past not leave a trace.
Above it all, I hear the sound
Of something deeper, all around.
Not answers loud, but whispers near—
A holy hush that calms the fear.
And so, in wonder still I stand,
A softened soul, an open hand.
Not flawless, no, but firm and free—
Becoming all I'm meant to be.
In the darkness of my sorrows, there’s a light dying to shine.
There’s more to my sadness than I ever imagined and it happened over such a long time.
There isn’t much I haven’t done and nothing that held me back, except the one thing I held on to for reasons unexplained.
When something held me back a step, it left me feeling somewhat ashamed.
But I want to soar above the rest and I want to show that I can do my best.
I can’t express the pain I feel because it’s not just in my heart.
It’s more than I ever wanted so I’m not even going to start.
I look to my friends and family for the moral support I need but then sometimes I just can’t help but feel like I’m filled with greed.
I know sometimes it’s ok to ask but I hate to be a pain, but then there are times I have no choice and I ask them yet again.
I have lost my independence and I vow to get it back.
I just might be a little happier once it’s there and I’m back on track.
I beg God for his guidance and to help me find the way.
I ask for one thing I don’t have now, it’s the happiness I had one day.
Amen