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Vagabond

It all started when I moved to the West Coast
And lived on a San Francisco Street called Post.
An experience on Post Street forever changed my life.
Until then, I did not realize that my heart was lost.

Nevertheless, I found my heart in the soul of a vagabond.
I was a believer, but too blind and busy 'to show deep love'.
That gentle man taught me things I thought I already knew.
My 'people love' was far more shallower than I realized.
Before him, I never knew my heart contained so much stone.
Reuben, the vagabond, challenged me to go above and beyond;

His heart was lost, but so was mine in a different kind of way.
He was alone, homeless, and hungry when God sent him my way.
Moreover, God knew that each of us had what the other needed.
Encountering him forced me to do things never dreamed of before;
To pause and put 'Love in action' in ways I'd never done before.

Peaks and Valleys

Everyone enjoys cruising easy street 
Hits keep playing around the clock
Everything flawlessly falling into place
Puzzle pieces effortlessly interlock

Humming along until hit a speed bump
Your momentum derailed by a detour 
Diverting your good vibes off track 
Unsure if you will be able to endure

Then reminded of our ability to bounce back
That has craftfully carried us this far 
Have tackled tough times like this before
Know that we'll be able to raise the bar 

So now when we find ourselves in a rut
Realize that it is shallower than before
Because the bottom begins to get filled in
Restored with resiliency from our core

The Refractions of Life

The spoon appears shallower in a drink
The river appears shallower than it really is
Logics and facts are to be discovered
And man with his intelligence
Will repel
The many refractions of fallacies
Beteern man and science
Between man and man
In our lives

The Water

Water takes the shape of any container
Like an innocent child
Refractions in water 
Look bigger and shallower
Like an illusion of the imagery world
Water absorbs any pollution
Like a stupid man
Water flows from the top to the bottom
Like the refugee
Water comes in ripples, waves, rain
Rivers, sea, lakes, and waterfalls
Like the various characters of man

Shallower Than Empty Words

Who laid his lustful eyes on you had no feelings
that matched yours palpitating with tenderness;
he had nothing to offer you truly but pretension...
not caressing you and making you feel his passion. 

What seemed true was shallower than empty words;
his possessiveness never brought any smile of gladness,
any sigh of hope beside a burst of casual laughter 
you could have done without in the midst of anger.

Some say that delights are very short joys,
those escaping moments never to be seen again
in happier days when time stopped ticking minutes;
who can erase them from a mind that couldn't condemn
lies but forgive them with a gullible innocence?
Can truth be hidden under the mask of pretense?

What seemed true seemed shallower than empty words,
more painful than an open wound that resisted healing;
is it worth chasing a lovely dream until moonlight becomes 
that invisible glimmer when darkness starts disappearing?

Raptures of the Deep

Had I those depths that elsewhere thrive,
Swiftly I’d into your blissful fathoms dive;
And bid old pangs on the loveless shore
Eternal bye as I toe and hair slink below. 

Breathlessly I’d raptured sink down till
Heart and mind grow all mute and still;
And yet explore your depths’ fairer find
By dainty dints of amorous ions twined.

I’d not satisfied yield to early pleasures
That delude shallower ocean creatures;
Deeper yet would my rapt cruising go,
Farther byeing old pangs of the shore.

If transient blisses be earlier found
In my fishy drifts downward bound,
Savor them I may but further glide
Beyond easy pies Romeos deride. 

At last methinks I should espy
Your ocean’s bed before I die;
And even if not I must for now 
Sink yet for deeper feel below.

The Power of a Panic Attack

The powerful palpitations pounding in my chest,
Will my heart with stand this test,
Another attack has just begun,
Abracadabra out it sprung. 

Piercing pain constricting my chest,
My ribs collapsing, the attack conquering its quest,
Each breath harder, sharper, shallower than the next,
My fingers hastily clawing at my chests raw flesh. 

Panic awakens my pale plain face,
Every gasp leaves a lingering lifeless taste,
Time is of the essence, prayers wont save me now,
The devils claws run deep and are dragging me down.

Awaiting me, a fiery hell of tortured terror,
My lungs burn is my soul to be condemned forever, 
Just one deep breath to save my soul hear me saviour,
I beg of you I am not ready to meet my maker. 

Finally the attack releases my air way, 
The fatal fear and fantasies begin to fade away,
I have survived another panic attack today.

Every Breath

every breath
shallower than the last
waning moon looks on



posted on September 30, 2018

Perhaps Not the Mountain

Perhaps not the Mountain -

Perhaps even not the lone hermit, atop said mountain...
sitting as still as tea leaves, left in their jar.

Perhaps not the Mountain.
So unneedful of needs.
Of deeds.

Now moving as imperceptibly, as slowly, as wakefully
as the ‘still’ tea leaves, damp on the saucer;
unfolding like mornings in morning’s new light.

Perhaps not the Mountain.
So unmindful of mind.
Of mankind.


Perhaps not the birds, resting in nooks in rookeries
by snow lines and greenlines. 
Perhaps not the lizard or sheep,
one sharp-edged like the low-edges of shiftrock,
the other white-topped like lost-edge of the hightop.

Perhaps not the leopard, rare as the swear
from the hermit; still stretching...
out her morning.

Perhaps none know the mountain
is a slow wave
of Earth.

A Slow Wave

come crashing 
    so slowly into
shallower Earth.

A great primeval upheaval.

Latanier River

Never again it will be like those joyful days
Sun gleamed the crystal clear water through shades
As gleeful children were bathing in Latanier River
Or chasing friends on the banks through gossamer

Dumped debris cover the sides like  shroud
Where green grass and flowers would abound
Thrown excavated excesses have narrowed it 
And with varied objects it has shallower a bit

Vanished fraise thickets in their embellishment
Is one drawback of development and negligence
I miss the fun in the friendly bushes on the sides
As  the morning mist grouping as puffs would rise

Its destruction chemistry renders it unsteady
So frequent flooding may make sad history
It's not mistery, no more flushing with fish
But choking of pollution was never  my wish

Chilhood moments of serenity I'd seize
Different birds singing in the gentle breeze
The river flowing created strange euphony
Far better than under the thatched canopy

Psst

The sound you make are for attention;
But did I ever mentioned that I can't hear you;
Shallower whispers newt silences
Glorify the quite
Psst!!
What ya say?
Making bacon on the barbeque grill;

Racing chocolate milk cartons;
While all the while the dentist jackhammering the wisdom of your jaw;
The motorcycle is coming down the hallway, just exiting the bathroom;
While currently curtains of Camelot presidential parade s;
All this fuss is amongst us;
Yet I can't hear a word you say;
Psst!!
Cantaloupe swept use surprise;
Only at library, funerals, and nap time for babies and the elderly;
What ya say??
Can't hear U;
Git on up open your mouth!
Robbers got their chewing gum!!!
Start yelling hush, better run;
What ya say?
Can I have your tent and can of beans, please...
What ya say!
Before I roll up out of here;
Small mouths are loud can' t hear what I say;
I prayed today that my words would be heard;

Psst!!

What ya say
And right away I forgot what you said;
I can't hear you for all quietness

Thank God He ordained
Attentional whispers huh!!

Psst!!

Time Stamps In the Sand - Collab With Darren White

Aimless foot prints mark a wind torn shore 
deserted rifts splitting a secluded scene, 
(where romance rocked a heart between 
painted paradise and realness once adored) 
our heads inevitable drift even deeper inside 

And as blood red curtains paint a choppy sea 
where last sun rays die a temporary death, 
(so wondrous how they hold their breath 
to pat one later on the back with glee) 
even shallower time stamps left by our feet

Everything erased a minute after we passed by
incessant and unrelenting a water without feel,
(your hand in mine, I bend over and steal
evening breeze kisses, almost shy)
and find myself in you a place to hide

An uncertain future held without hope
washed away shores with unfulfilled dreams,
(but because nothing is as bad as it seems
with you by my side, I can certainly cope)
together our spirits and lives are complete


                    Darren White
                    Tim Smith

Winter Is a Despicable Demise

Winter is a despicable demise, more fear rises
while the sumptuous moon claims herself queen of the stars;   
ghosts stump on the wooden floor their sound terrifies.
Their image glows in shadows shallower than clouds,    
they rattle the tiny crib where gorgeous James lies,
" Ah, dark Heavens! It's a nightmare unlike others! " 

I glance at the gloomy forest without moonbeams;
the artic wind bends tree tops, stripping them of leaves; 
is he angry, or moaning the loss of brightness?    
I stare farther, the above firmament frightens:
constellations disappear from these very eyes,
adorned with brilliance, the big moon smiles!  
    
    
Written on 1/8/2017

Cherry-Pits and Foggy Air

anxiety, care, corruption, creation, destiny, environment, rainforest,

CHERRY-PITS AND FOGGY AIR©

Miseries mount on high
If only I had that again
Too little too late too much
Life’s no bowl of cherries
And the rain fell hard today!

Skies sheathed in dust and smog 
Pollutes the once green terrain below
 The ‘fresh’ air demotes to shallower breaths
Intakes ‘tanked’ to partings of out rage

The taste of ‘bottled’ flavoured water rises
The ‘breaths’ of air when bottled will increase
And next it will be one costly ‘purification’ deed
For those left and known to mankind.

A Place In the Sun

Where meadows gleam and blaze after a rainfall,
beyond balmy hills appears an inimitable rainbow
that His mind wanted to create, not manually draw...
feel vibrant life as you breath joy and wait for nightfall!


Immersed in the spectacle of Creation, each one of us 
mustn't believe that it came from matter as they declare;
belief is not faith, it is shallower than the falsity of words...
gaze at that rainbow: wouldn't anyone proclaim His name?


Unbelievers, in our materialistic age, have set aside their trust in God
and have rebelled against Him to satisfy their selfish egos...
not understanding that what He has created is for our good:
happiness is not found in gems and gold, but by contemplating rainbows!


Once I believed like them, denying everything beautiful and grand,
but something inside troubled me deeply, I stopped and prayed....
and suddenly revelation came to me transforming me entirely:  
my look travelled far to meet the blazing red sunset ensuing serenity!

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