I still hear a vocal command,
"Get out from under that bed!"
They'd put a lock on the closet;
I had few places left to go.
Remembering childhood fears
and the maple tree where I was
out of their mind behind the garage.
Clouds Out Of Sight
He was taken up into the sky.
Clouds out of sight.
Return one day.
Brothers believe, live a holy life.
Rest on Sabbath day.
Stay humble and pray.
Witness on the land.
Have seen the Mount of Olives.
What an amazing event.
Never forget.
I am the ends of the earth.
Move through wonders.
Embrace the moment.
Look up to Heaven sent.
Walk the narrow road.
Speak the word.
Stand firm till the end.
Follow what you believe in.
He was hidden behind the clouds.
Return with a raging sound.
I am writing you my last letter.
I am with you forever.
Thieves and black-heart murderers walk along and through the streets.
Butterflies flutter with wasps and bees surviving from feed to feed.
Stars hide out beyond the blue of sky and the penetrating warmth of the sun.
Grass grows again after the electric sythe tops its flacid ones.
Streams flow as they do to rivers carrying aquatic life.
Leaves sway to and fro in the warm breeze and colder wind sometimes.
Death follows life and life follows death every day and every night.
Tears follow laughter and laughter follows tears and pain endures through all hours of days and nights.
Minds sink low and fight to regain their sanity and will to fight and fight to live alright.
Hearts beat hard to still the quiet raging wars inside and out of sight.
Whispers of autumn's approach, Apocalyspe ready to roll?
Heaven had seen one struggle. Good and evil clashed,
which found Lucifer & Staff cast to earth in shame.
Why in his hometown did Jesus bind his own control?
At Babel, mighty men plotted strength and had crashed.
God upset their language; now we all play word games.
Are whispers of autumn a mere oversight - why bother?
Nazareth had its little gods, folks with too much clout.
Christ had set his sights on this earth with infinite foresight -
coupled with hindsight, the timely wisdom of His Father.
Does God cloud the eyes and ears of those who dare to doubt?
Who knows? sovereign perspective, way beyond my sight.
Welcome whispers to earth as our world nears rock bottom -
inconvenient, noisesome insights from Agent Autumn.
I lost a friend; Jason really loved his gin.
One night while he was on a binge.
He walked off into the deep end,
now no one has ever seen Jason again.
I lost a friend; his life was his duffle sack.
One day he headed to Iraq.
I didn’t know him when he came back,
well I guess Billy’s mind slipped right off its track.
I lost a friend; his name was old Stan the Man.
Spent two tours in Afghanistan.
Survived bullets and scorching heat,
just to come home and get shot down in the street.
I lost a friend; lived in a house on the hill.
Had two kids and a bag of pills.
One day they found her on the floor,
she’s not going to need those pills anymore.
I lost some friends; I only think about them.
Oh, once in a while, now and then.
Don’t want to seem harsh or unkind,
but as they say, they’re out of sight, out of mind.
You know that life is a very fickle thing.
Make the best of what it might bring.
We’re just a bright flash ‘cross the screen,
before we can blink… we’re just a memory.
I care I search,
But it can't be found in the books,
What I see but don’t understand,
It can't be found in the sacred books.
I care I search,
I moved to the higher light,
It hid somewhere in the hindermost,
Somewhere veiled in time.
I care I search,
In the tranquil of the night,
Nothing could be heard,
Except these words that I write.
October 2, 2023.
Miles are traversed,
The mind takes flight,
It goes on a voyage,
Places beyond sight,
Away from its chamber.
All of the sky,
Where it’s gone across,
Beats the imagination,
It amazes the being,
It pushes beyond obstacles.
It’s a tussle,
It’s a strenuous fight,
When the thoughts go on a spree,
When they go on a wild chase,
The chamber is in a tumultuous moment.
Like as birds take flight,
The mind navigates,
It goes beyond boundaries,
It connects with people,
It spans unseen worlds and galaxies.
December 5, 2022.
four hundred million stars born each day ~ somewhere beyond our milky way
give or take a billion or two ~ the same amount die every year too
you can’t see what i’m trying to say ~ me neither they’re too far away
By
David Kavanagh
3x17
She was the slickest sleekest cheek-est, happiest black cat.
Raised by a barn full of black cows and an ebony bat.
Her destination of choice was always Halloween night.
She sat in the pumpkin grove and stayed out of sight.
We did not hear any meows or howls or growls from this cat.
She was a persnickety feline with attitude and I mean plenty of that.
The pumpkins hid her well throughout this October night.
In their protective patch the happiest cat was simply “out of sight.”
Our vision gives to us insight, from where
We've been, where we are, and where we're going.
Though its rapid review proceeds quickly,
The present horizon can be slowing.
Just as our day towards the end shows a sunset,
There is confidence that again, it will rise.
Leaving its wonder without abandonment,
Just beautiful colors and a sight for sore eyes.
The picture our mind delivers, allows us to
Create a peaceful portrait to understand.
Where a respite is often felt upon sundown,
Yet the visions persist, as if planned.
I see you in the sunlight, you are never out of sight.
A slight remembrance of you as the clouds pass by.
Your footsteps are chiseled on the earth; I can never fill them.
Your arms wrapped in the Africa's trees,
catching each one of us as we fall.
My roots are deeply planted, grown from HIS Dirt.
You dream the same dream as I do now.
Your shadow follows me in each one of them.
You know of my hopes; they are yours; you kept them for me;
knowing that I will need them.
Looking for blessings in each passing day; I will follow your ways.
I hear you say "thank you Lord,
but these weary bones need rest.
You rested, allowing me to gain strength for another day.
I look for you, I see you in the sunlight as the clouds pass by.
Telling me, "I am never out of sight".
where in heaven does life go to ~ pondered the prophet of doom one day
searching through his empty future ~ instead of looking the other way
By
David Kavanagh
Falling out of Sight
David J Walker
Every new day
A new fate
Every new sun
a clean slate
awaits
every new moon
a new phase has
begun
as the wait ends
the gross weight
a gross ton
sends
its arrows true
and straight
and bends light
to its delight and whims
as yesterday begins to
pass
and at last
falls out of sight
Promises Made Out of Sight
David J Walker
The projection on the wall of
Solid imagination
The illumination
of what might be
tomorrow
a day of sorrow
a day of borrowed joy
a day that employs
furloughed friends on
borrowed time
I rise early in anticipation
Believing the moon will set
And the sun will rise
As yesterday’s page turns
Into tomorrow’s light
The illustrations are vague
But such is the stuff of
Promises made
Out of sight
A seldom seen man
who wants to be remembered
is soon forgotten.
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