A treasure untreasured, abandoned and forgot
In a darkened closet much like a burial plot
Misremembered kisses, hugs no longer felt
Twisting into bitterness, where lonesome dwelt
Memories wrapped in soft stuffing
Threadbare keepsake suffering
Cracked plastic smile full of secrets
A slow darkening uniqueness
Awakened within static button eyes
And malevolent intent began to arise
Replacing the love long since perished
Within the toy once so cherished
Now nursery rhymes are reworded wrong
Bent and broken but vile and strong
Weaving into the life and dreams
Of ‘the one who forgot’, causing screams
Growing tendrils mixed with memory and fright
Gaining strength with each passing night
Worming its presence into flesh and bone
Nevermore, nevermore to be alone
And now with one quick and final thrust
The Toy arises and shakes off its dust
Reaches out and takes control
Owning ‘the warm one’ body and soul
Cradling every scar,
Singing each pain to the wind,
Till I owned my song.
All possibility is endless
in time
Extending the moment
—forever defined
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
The earth belongs to the One who created it*
We are only stewards of the area we possess,
Known to the ancients, this fact is no secret
No one owns anything forever is my guess,
So, enjoy it while you can is as good as it gets.
(*Psalm 24:1)
Written May 10, 2022
A dude who owns a Porche
Has a major attitude problem sorta
Nose in the air
As people stare
So important to look good at the opera
Digs all day, making a bit of progress
Plant forty-two tulip bulbs
Dog digs them up all night
Every Good Friday I think about this. It happened to me in 1998. Three dogs - Happy, Go and Lucky - sat and watched me as I patiently dug 42 holes, and planted 42 tulip bulbs. The next day....
Don't worship the mechanical,
Be sure to make the rules your friend,
Bend them, look for hidden meanings,
Consider that they're not the end.
Your God will not be offended
Will not disown you as His Child,
Always find you entertaining,
Embraces any path that's mild.
Mildness is a form of humor,
Rule bending is a kind of mirth,
Does not reject or condescend,
With playful joy it fills the earth.
Your God, HE IS GOD ALMIGHTY,
With awesome pow'r mistakes to mend,
Do not see Him just as parent,
And love most that He is your friend.
His correction always knowledge,
Embrace it for it is God's Heart,
You are meant to use your talents,
Testing your truth is only smart!
Look for your God in starlit heav'ns,
But play with Him on sandy beach,
Omnipresence your assurance,
His love is never out of reach.
We've got now.
Here, this very moment, where each passing second belongs to us,
We own it all.
While the world can't spare us all her time, she's given us plenty,
She's given us now.
Time, blank faced,
Winds down,
Wears out,
When it fails to fit into this exclusive existence we share.
Lying as your echo, shadow,
Breathing you in like the air's not enough,
I am because you are,
Am me for no other purpose than to share in this
With you.
So the well-worn, lived-in past and the who-knows tomorrow are
Gone, or never were,
When this second
Now
Is spent in your eyes,
And I live to love and exist as yours.
When a moment lasts forever
Then the moment isn't real.
When forever lasts a moment
You must search for how you feel.
And if the happiness inside you
Seems to grow light as a feather,
Then you have nothing to worry
For that moment IS forever.
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