I woke inside a sphere
with no seasons...
a planet that forgot
how to turn.
Thoughts drift like pale spirits
with too many eyes,
gazing on the edges
of unfinished dreams.
I try to speak,
but my voice becomes vapor,
curling into symbols
that the air refuses to read.
Still, somewhere
a door made of thunder
waits to be opened
by a hand I have not grown yet.
moist-your-eyes...
then
arise...
sane-it-eyes...
and
nature-all-eyes...
len
no
canadadocannabis
knot
cofhmmph
peaceman
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stan
Caffeine vapor billows
blowing with the raindrops
the ceiling says
my body wanders
to a part of nowhere
glowing like a warm air
as if it were true
The reflection of the latte under the yellow light
the foam forms a crescent
like the curve of your smiling eyes
Petrichor tonight is so foreign
because only the gentle wind
between your body is familiar to me
I begin to enjoy the thunder
thundering beats
rhythmically
with the same beats
like an album cliché at my fingertips
jumping from time to time
Raindrops intertwined with nostalgia
melancholic rhythm
irony and romance
instantly combined
now flowing away
We all have our own value
We can't be with everyone
We could have our own mindset
To balance things as it is
When everything seems heavy
Just think of it as passing wind
For everything will all come to vapor
And realized that life has its endgame.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy. - William Shakespeare
Summertime skies, the clouds passing on by
Revealing silhouettes in timeless mists
Smiling, risking dreams like the butterfly
Wisdoms melting vibrant wing’s gentle twists
Smokey skies, graceful so hearts can’t deny
Rains beckon as the best of life persists
Trembling truths fall from the cobalt prayers
Erasing doubt that brings hope to nightmares
Shadows blend with the summer’s tender kiss
Breathing laughter into listening ears
There’s no kindness more beautiful than this
Singing softly through melancholy tears
Through summer’s silence, hearts will reminisce
Poetry much wiser than Shakespeare’s
Steadfast wonders in the hush of the light
Falling easy, murmuring all is right
Bleeding psalms to praise the One who made me
My heart adores, through summer’s evening song
Hope, faith and love, revealed on land and sea
Assured of God, whose powerful and strong
Steadfast in my heart, so that I am free
Summer is gone, but I know I’m not wrong
To love One who lived and died on the cross
Thanks to Him, I know my life isn’t a loss!
There is only one time when I’ll need you;
Like Ice cream doesn’t need a banana.
So, until I do, or the ice cream does,
I will be on this side of Havana.
Gossamer heavenly veil, stardust, the vapor of creation.
Ice is water that held the container tight
and found the shape of its containment just right.
Water has no shape when not confined,
No dish, no jar, or holding wall to design.
Vapor is water without many friends
Up from the heat and containment it assends.
Rolling in the tides of time,
the larger rock a pebble now,
Rattle crackles with the others
in the squirming gravel’s maw.
Up back down - up back down,
persistent, insistent waves of the tide of time:
Boisterous thundering; rolling, boiling cannon roar,
returning calmed in rushing brine.
Pebbles flash dance in sandy froth,
razzle-dazzle in cross tide ripples,
Mingle there with beaches flotsam
bright shiny in the sparkling stipple.
Relentless seesaw ebb-tides, sliding grinding
the pebble to sand in timeless wave labor;
Ground so fine its powder dissolving:
pebble flesh now sea foam vapor.
Eternal flow of lava birth,
pebble life resumes on earth.
VAPOR! By Paul David Powers!
Life is but a vapor, flowers bloom and die!
But we have a destiny, a purpose, reason rhyme!
In the beginning is the searching to find the person you
The Beatles and the Stones, Ed Sullivan Show we knew!
The Hippie Counterculture, A Hippie I became!
Christian Hippies came along saying Jesus is the Way!
So, I took the gospel message, to the people on the streets,
Took my wife and daughter, to sow the Gospel seed!
Thought nothing ever shake me, the day it came apart,
My marriage it was over, that day she broke my heart!
I threw myself in study, three degrees from school,
But I couldn’t fix my home, my family it was through!
Now in my late 60’s won’t say again I Do,
But want to find me one last love,
before my days are through,
A Lover and a Partner, someone just like you!
240-609-5240
Life Is A vapour
By: Miracle Man
1/3/2022
As the sun brushes humanity with its warmth, all seems sublime,
unnoticed, the clock is busying itself whittling away time.
James 4:14 KJV
Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
my life a vapor
wrapped in experiences
always upward bound
written December 21, 2021
vapor fog store
patrons exit; mismatched socks....
smiley faces
Sore without
You Are depressants beyond descriptive
This place misplaced
Beyond missing displaced
You disappeared beyond mid-air
Alas you were just here
Now you're gone you disappeared
You were just a vapor in the air
Like to win like the air here invisible
10/26/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr ©
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