The room is stripped of shape and shade,
Where colors blur, and contours fade.
No mirrors watch, no eyes critique,
As silence yields to what they seek.
The music breathes, a sudden tide,
A map that forms from deep inside.
The cello hums against the floor,
A heavy footstep at the door.
They step into the weightless air,
Unbound by sight, immune to stare.
The treble sparks, a silver spark,
That cuts a path across the dark.
They spin on rhythms felt, not seen,
The space between becomes a queen.
A tilt of chin, a sweeping hand,
They trace the contours of the land.
For sight is bound to wall and stone,
But movement claims the sky alone.
They do not miss the candle’s gleam,
Who dance inside the fabric’s seam.
Wide Lanes walking out all day.
Trusting in the Lord Jesus I am one with God.
Kneeling to My best friend Jesus is my best friend.
Laying before God I know he is always with me.
Everything will be ok I know this deep in my heart.
Jesus is always with me.
Echoes of juniper waves swirling around my mind.
Walnut cake silver hair from age.
Questing for salvation Jesus is my Savior.
To delete is their aim..And all things estranged.' To beggar humanity is
Their only sanity..As they have dealt
So will they take, in the deepest pit of
Pain
Where there is no escape.' No sun
Rays, no water no oxygen; either sight there'
they
Will traverse all the past evils they put
On the peoples' these liars of despair ,
no respite and no rest God states! no
Date of release, there they will consume
And regurgitate, they will be freneticly
Irate? They will long for obliteration
Desire it as a sweet desert, but blackness
And complete horror around them will
Ever lurk, they will be tormented as they
Consider Gods plan, and the fact they
Fought against Him, to win the wages of
The damned.)
where does this put me,
when everything that clears the blur,
is actively trying to kill me.
I'm running in all directions,
since it was always all or nothing.
your frostbitten lies,
my golden glow,
the half-truths I tell myself,
to fall asleep at night.
I'm burning under fluorescent lights,
and it all feels ok, in that artificial heat,
until I realize,
it will only get brighter and stifling,
until I can no longer breathe.
Tell me how to shine,
without burning.
Tell me how to be a diamond in their eyes,
without breaking under their gaze.
Tell me how to fly,
without falling.
Tell me how to dream,
without waking up.
Kicking through the fallen leaves of a lifetime's memories
'live large' comes to mind and to quote the same old lines
seize the day and make hay while the sun still shines
tho' only the good die young
don't think the bad survive
when on high the end is nigh truth be told young and old
no one gets out of here alive
watching the wake I left behind through calm and stormy seas
'live wide' occurs to me not to choose the same old lot
carpe diem and then strike while the iron is yet hot
for when our time has come
let's hope we made the most
then bingo it's time to go our number's called
the rug is pulled no one escapes yes we're all toast
and wherever on this earth we roam
to the place of our birth we'll return
make no mistake you'll learn
we all take the Low Road home
Thank God for the wide road.' There is Enough room for a 'you turn' on it.'
The sky was wide.
A small boy cried.
The world turned,
and then one learned -
now, it rains inside.
Painful times can clarify pertinent things
With a painful time, lessons it brings
It's the way life goes....
through all that it throws
Can you still see the bright sun shine?
During heaviness when things aren't fine?
One step leads to the next sight,
that you're willing to see during day or night
No, dont hide, don't close your eyes
Open them wide, to the light across the skies
Maybe feelings are defied...
But eventually, the truth cannot be denied
Heidi Sands
2/15/26
(C)opyright
My Valentine, to me is a moon bright,
Though her flat nose is a bit to the right.
And her chin a bit wide,
That she tries hard to hide,
After all she remains my shining light.
My memory caress your day;
With wide open arms,
We embrace the day's brief touch...
My handshake's will, overstay;
With Wide open arms,
We stroke each other's back such...
My eyes survey your look;
With Wide open lens,
We both learn of the difference!
My gaze weighs such feat on hook;
With wide open lens,
We knew of growth's past reference.
Regards to how well we come....
With wide open hope,
Of how far trials go cum grace.
Wisdom silently waltz thumb,
With Wide open hope,
That favour will run our race.
My touch that long for you, friend-
With Wide open joy;
Feels how words burn down ego.
With peace and pain, we all blend;
With wide open joy,
Presence and of letting go:
Presence massage weary time,
With wide open drink...
Letting go brings distant vibe.
We shall celebrate great climb;
With wide open drink,
More than what words could describe.
When next we meet, insha God;
With wide open praise,
Everyone would testify-
To His goodness in our squad,
With wide open praise...
Of good things feats beautify.
AMEN!
How wide, that world
Must be. Needs be!
Unseen, unheard, when for its life
Is but left us
By means, which mind's
O'erfanciful
To count that of, catagorize
Every genus.
City's wide-spread fame.
Follow not up on, loud raved.
Time-honoured as worn
Nor whose route leads to.
Country's chance find; ah!
If lit for, less gilded! Nowhere's
Hid, humbly away scorn.
My own tone shines through.
increasingly
elaborate
variety
captivated
a
changing
&integral
themed
acceptance
images
arise
comparative
ideas
delight
to
challenge
individual
perspective
then
en pause
visually
dissolve
Why does it take people marching in the streets
for us to take notice and get out of our seats?
Could be because society keeps humming along
as long as the majority feels like they belong.
What about the few that get pushed to the side
fighting daily just to get to the same starting line.
Tearing down the oppressed is sadly etched in stone
yet it shouldn't stop us from rebuilding those that feel alone.
Naive to believe the reconstruction will happen overnight
since we won't be able to quickly flip all wrongs to right.
But we can begin with a recognition and understanding
that the world keeps score based on our social standing.
So while the many may never know what it's like for the few
it's never too late to open our eyes to start seeing clues.
Filled with trepidation
(not amalgam)
paid a visit to the nearest sadist
he who thrills
to the sound of drills
and not the first
on my Christmas list
(DDS Jack Flash)
as for him it's all gas gas gas
but with an aching tooth
(forsooth and alas)
what else was one to do
but turn the other cheek
in the hope I would pull through
and while seated there in the chair
(to extract a page from his book
Weapons of Mass Dentistry)
with WMD in my north and south
I repeated into thin air
'Dentists all look down in the mouth!'
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