She doesn't speak, she just observes
feeling all the hidden curves
every laugh and every tear
holding close what's far and near
in the noise, she's calm and still
quiet heart, but strong will
things that burn inside her chest
never spoken, never stressed
she's the calm beneath the storm
different, soft, a secret form
the loudest voice you'll never see
the quiet one, who feels deeply
Observation
Dig Up All
The Sediments
Under The Seas
Make Them All
Frothy And
Opaque.
Pour All The
Cool Waters
Under The Trees
Then Watch How
They Run To
The Lake.
Clouds Burst &
Starbursts...
They Know What
They Like...
They Didn't
Need Me To
Delight 'Em.
Rain Moves
The Mountains.
We've Got This
Thing Covered!
All The Wrongs
We're Gonna'
Write 'Em.
-Gray Squirrel
05-24-2025
volatile observation suspended amidst reality and fiction,
subdued voice echoes down a hallway of convictions;
like a despotic fog blurring options for a swarm of insects
who eventually finds way to a lizard's grotesque carcass.
a feeling, in my gravel ribs, this might be a dead end
staring up at the sky, an atheist's hollow vision;
air and venom flowing through wires of flesh,
tired abusive drunkards- returning home a mess.
my dear texts~"what if, it's nothingness which spirals into life?"
I am left in my bathtub with a glass of honey or wine,
and the last ray of optimism, living vicariously through my mind.
Every day once a while
I could see the construction of a
new building going by,
It proceeds slow enough
to make some innocent birds mistake
it for an abandoned shelter;
They have begun building their refuge
on its dusty window sills,
lovingly nurturing it to become
permanent, giving their everything.
Birds that sing are doing so in praise of nature
truly great people are not proud of their stature.
_____________________________
Fruit that’s ripe is easily picked from a tree
but things which are forbidden are not free.
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The oceans are deep and the mountains high
the sun is warm when seen in the noon sky.
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no 2 people can see the same light photon ~ yet both can’t miss the void
one hundred trillion photons hits our eyes each second ~ don’t be devoid
By
David Kavanagh
Roses aren't all red and violets all blue
the grass is green most of nature is too.
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Let's eyes see all even that which should not be seen
I am an observer of people, places, and things.
I have watched many of them mount up with wings.
I have rubbed shoulders with the good, bad, and ugly.
Some lingered awhile, and others departed suddenly.
The bad and the ugly always come in greater numbers
and seem to produce as hardily as summer cucumbers.
So, when we observe the good, we must treasure them
because it is they who light up our way when it is dim.
God has lovingly gifted them to us to be received as a prize.
We must honor, respect, and showcase them before their demise.
Life is a diary waiting to be written
Observe
what is obvious
what is hidden
what is experienced
what is felt
A record of life
by day
by week
by year
by any moment
Twelve diary disciples did just that
Procession 1492 Columbus - America first
Progression 1660 Pepys - Restoration England
Obsession 1836 Darwin - origins of man
Expression 1863 Davis - free black woman
Impression 1906 Holden - Edwardian countryside
Confession 1910 Scott - frozen to death
Expression 1915 Woolf - inner self
Depression 1924 Wolfson - teenager in New York
Aggression 1941 Mukhina - siege of Leningrad
Suppression 1942 Frank - Jewish plight
Impression 1957 Guevara - viva Cuba
Repression 1976 Mandela - African apartheid
Procession, progression, obsession, expression, impression, confession, depression, aggression, suppression, repression
Life is simply a diary
Ralph Nader isn't afraid to tell the truth
How it is for American Democracy today
We should be lucky we have him still
89 and still going strong!
It is in having nothing to gain
And nothing to lose when it is easier to be
honest with yourself and others
I am glad this man is still alive
because his insights add to what
there is of mine
He can see the hypocrisy in
all candidates and smell it
with his nose
That's what's
different about Nadervision
Than Trumpvision or Bidevision
Theirs is turned off unless
they see some advantage
In turning theirs on.
And often theirs is never
clear enough to see the
image in the screen so they get
half a leg or half an arm
And focus on that
like a dog drooling for meat
Just An Observation
Miracle Man
1/16/2024
It seems our tongues continue to spout,
far beyond the time our ears are worn out.
A man of peace, will go to the throne; after much war.'
Through avenues un-known, Abrahams descendants
Will set the stage.' a (glorious temple is to be manmade)
All the earth will groan in pain, yet a remmenant will
Stand, under great strain.' Witness to such powerul
Signs, although indeed false; many will find persuasion
To worship under force, of (death laws) when life and
Choice 'the Door' the only One the only way.'
When the dark god reigns, yet approches the day.!
Let the heavans fall, let the sun be black.' A bloody
Moon; the whole globe wracked. The end of lust the end
Of ire, no world dominion.' No fierce fire; for those He's
Ransomed.' On the Rock will stand' un-shakable soldiers
Of the 'Great I Am'
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