Like a Disney movie, sparrows fly in my head.
An hour after coffee I grasp reality as if it were
survivable.
A deep snow drifts into camel humps
a few reckless birds have escaped my skull
to awkwardly bounce in the heavy
and glassy air.
The hours ride two-toed ungulates
into a dredging darkness.
My mind now is cluttered with dying bluebirds.
The sparrows have become
ice features in a frozen museum.
This is the way the day ends,
not with chirping,
but with tattered feathers
strewn upon a blank Landscape.
The closet, once crammed with the styles of youth,
holds not so much as a coat hanger.
Dents in the carpet are the only evidence
that a bed, dresser, and nightstand filled the room.
The frilly window dressings and wall art are gone. The truth
weighs heavily on my heart; my sense of loss is intense
as I gaze through tears at the emptiness.
Five years ago, just down the hall, I stood in a room
stripped bare of furniture, clothing, and all hints
of the masculinity that had thrived there. The gloom
set in as I visualized the weight-lifting equipment
and the “man cave” corner that was always messy.
I reminisced and pondered where the time went.
My sentiments may resonate with others
who revisit vacant spaces—the fathers and mothers
now categorized as empty-nesters, who must accept
the reality that vacant rooms are part of the
natural scheme of things; they are survivable.
I dreamt upon
a blessed night
that suddenly
the world went
right
man turned from darkness
back toward Light –
I dreamt upon a blessed night
that evil had finally been
defeated – the Devil, sorely
retreated
for man had rejected darkness
in favor of Light –
and all of God's angels, rejoicing
reached down into the earth-grave
plucking from ashen depth all
those long deceived slave
as men, covered in soot
were lovingly lifted back into
heaven's healing, cleansing embrace:
At last!~ having turned from The Fallen
Prince's Snake-charmer Face –
for man had chosen Light
over Serpent-damnation...
Then, my bedside alarm went
off! – rudely awakening me from my
pleasantly dreamy-soft: “Life,”
the Buzzy said; “is not always
fair, yet bad reality often a survivable
Night-mare; close one eye, to let the
other see only what's fair – Maybe
next election, enough will try
good defection...and instead of
just an outright steal, votes tabulated
will be only those real....
Freedom is not a mere concept,
nor a philosophy, nor a political
opinion – it is what drives men
to revolution, and masses from
religion: The want of freedom
turns children from parents, and
spouses away from domineering
mates.... Freedom is why God
deplores sin, and why Jesus did
not run, chose being nailed to a
cross, rather than propagate the
the control of Mammon – Freedom
is why authoritarianism has its appeal,
and also why it ultimately fails....
Freedom is Christ! Freewill the
most misunderstood concept in
the Universe. Freewill means,
all is created by our minds,
hearts and wills – the world
around us, our very physical
bodies, the manifestation of
a shallow, self possessed consciousness,
driven by the fearful lie of limited
existence. Freedom is not what you
think you know, but what is real,
all creation the expression of the
omnipotent, immortal Body of God.
Death~is a survivable illusion!
Futuristic climes
Beckoning to surpass
Spurring inventive minds
Since moon crater’s crevasse
Once known world denigrates
Human kind expiring
Lost to predicted fates
Stupendous vanquishing
fires onward challenges
Achievable data
Opens advantages
Kaleidoscope strata
Gravitational pull
Precludes events to plumb
Vessel christened ‘Virgin Wool’
Mankind decides outcome
4/21/21
Morning snows in my dreaming book of secrets.
Like a Disney movie, sparrows are singing in my head.
An hour after coffee I grasp reality as if it were
inflatable and survivable.
A plane crashed in the night, I know I went down,
but the night forgot the plot in the turmoil
of another dawn chorus call.
Now there is deep snow, and winter forecasts
are already piling into drifts where a few sparrows
bounce weightless in the sparkling air.
Today will be special, I will go to special school,
one created for semi-illiterate writers of sparrow music.
I will choose bright yellow sun-shaped faces.
Helpers will open my book of dreaming secrets,
then slowly in a language made for simpler times,
explain what I said when my mind was fed
by fantastical stage music.
Then after crumpets and tea, the rest of me
will toddle into the night dragging a life-belt behind.
The sparrows will fall silent, a dimmet landscape
will be full of previously downed and drowned,
I will enter it with eyes closed
in order not to see what happens next,
and if we all again die a little, will it matter?
TWO YEARS TODAY!!That's right, go ahead
and let the UNIVERSE know big SISTA, that's
1,051,200 min sober yeah we're countin
WITH YA! Raise your arms, leap, feel free to
shout a SCRIPTURE, crowds clapping, joyful
smiles and tears, NOW PLAYING " DAWN'S
DAY" A Paramount PICTURE... The past and
all the uncontrollable, irresistible, impractical
disease infected moments are
WITHDRAWALABLE, they are erasable, no
longer noticeable and you have shown ALL
OF US THAT NO MATTER HOW LOST YOU
FEEL"LIFE IS indeed RETRIEVABLE" Disease
and ADDICTION are SURVIVABLE, It's not
easy cuz those overemotional thoughts
are so easily MANIPULATABLE, and attack
every weakness to breakdown your guard
trying to convince you that those cravings
are simply IRRESISTIBLE! But exactly
63,072,000 seconds ago you Dawn-ster
stood up to that MONSTER, took your life
back, STOPPED LIFE'S FORECLOSURE! You
recalculated and refinanced the interest and
showed STRIFE, took down the for sale sign
put a hold on moving on to the AFTER LIFE!
Seeing you during the course of a day makes each day worthwhile
When I look at you, I feel such warmth of Spirit-
Your "smile" and gentle way is uplifting and energizing;
When I'm away from you, you are constantly on my mind-
Could it be I'm falling in love with you?
You make each day brighter;
You make each moment count;
You make each survivable;
You bring out the hidden best in me;
You make me joyful even at times when circumstances prove unfavorable;
I love to see you walk my way.
You have a special knack for making me feel there is hope for future happiness;
You are a Joy to watch; so keep smiling and I think I'll love you always, for you
have an air for brightening the whole world around you.
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