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Finality in Echoes Silence

Finality in Echoes silence.
How the echo filters reality
Cut to the core
Moving through stone as darkness through nights gaze.
We ponder
Ever wandering
Always wondering
Seeking direction in infinitive paths.
We are nothing
But we are something.
We are made, so shall we be in reflection of He.
Stillness of water..ever sinking into its daily depths.
Closer still are we to murky deaths.
Depths of earths dust from whence we came.
Daily light’s departure from our glassy orbs grows dim.
But how do we feed the fire of light?
How can one stare into the sun whilst not doing damage?
How can one love so purely when cloaked in false filtrations of identity?
Only one..it is He.
I am me..let it be.
Stumbling and fumbling like a torrent of barbed wire tearing at fur.
My internal thoughts are broken glass thrown to the winds scattered..a swirling torrent of confusion.
Emotions all at once.
Stuffed with cotton like an old Teddy..vibrations overruling my connective thought as arrows of words stabs from all sides.
Incessantly prodding
Insatiably demanding attention
Mindful mumblings.
Turn it off.
Stillness of running dreams..
Streams of things of He.
Trickle your fluid fingers through the river pebbles of my mind.
That we may sit a while and commune.
Be still the swirling winds..the hurricane of shards of glass..
Silence the stormy night
The inner spoils of the daily dug grave.
Ever mounting higher still as we continue this watery departure to its murky embrace.
Be still my heart..
A steady Glow.
Found in the Gaze of our one true King.
It is He..
I am me.
Sitting in the noisy confusion with pleading at my core.
To be
To see
To feel
To steal, nor shall I say to borrow
So that I may not feel so hollow
With life’s consequences of never mending mind bending noise of continuous thought.
I am one with He.
How can it be?
For through the haze of all my days I selfishly gaze in mirrored ways always demanding to knowing I’d see me when I truly wanted to be seeing Thee.
Humble humility
Dirtied knees
Forgiveness
Thank you and don’t forget please..
When all I had to do was to raise my furrowed brow to the heavens..
Eyes closed to the suns violent light
That I may see what had always been but hidden.
It is He..
I am We.
The glow that fills and pours like a substantial sustainability filling every unknown fissure inside darkened valleys no matter how crooked their alleys.
Flowing down into the mire of a once cold night.
No more.
Be still..be silence.
Let me be..
I am We.

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Finality in Silence

Finality in silence.
Cut to the core
Moving through stone as darkness through nights gaze.
We ponder
Ever wandering
Always wondering
Seeking direction in infinitive paths.
We are nothing
But we are something.
We are made, so shall we be in reflection of He.
Stillness of water..ever sinking into its daily depths.
Closer still are we to its murky deaths.
Depths of earths dust from whence we came.
Daily light’s departure from our glassy orbs grows dim.
But how do we feed the fire of light?
How can one stare into the sun whilst not doing everlasting damage?
How can one love so purely when cloaked in false filtrations of identity?
Only one..it is He.
I am me..let it be.
Stumbling and fumbling like a torrent of barbed wire tearing at fur.
My internal thoughts are broken glass thrown to the winds scattered..a swirling torrent of confusion.
Emotions all at once.
Stuffed with cotton like an old Teddy..vibrations overruling my connective thought as arrows of words stabs from all sides.
Incessantly prodding
Insatiably demanding attention
Minding mindful mumblings.
Turn it off.
Stillness of running dreams..
Streams of things of He.
Trickle your fluid fingers through the river pebbles of my mind.
That we may sit a while and commune.
Be still the swirling winds..the hurricane of shards of glass..
Silence the stormy night
The inner spoils of the daily dug grave.
Ever mounting higher still as we continue this watery departure to its murky embrace.
Be still my heart..
A steady Glow.
Found in the Gaze of our one true King.
It is He..
I am me.
Sitting in the noisy confusion with pleading at my core.
To be
To see
To feel
To steal, nor shall I say to borrow
So that I may not feel so hollow
With life’s consequences of never mending mind bending noise of continuous thought.
I am one with He.
How can it be?
For through the haze of all my days I selfishly gaze in mirrored ways always demanding to knowing I’d see me when I truly wanted to be seeing Thee.
Humble humility
Dirtied knees
Forgiveness
Thank you yes ma’am’s and don’t forget please..
When all I had to do was to raise my furrowed brow to the heavens..
Eyes closed to the suns violent light
That I may see what had always been but materially hidden.
It is He..
I am We.
The glow that fills and pours like a substantial sustainability filling every unknown fissure inside darkened valleys no matter how crooked their alleys.
Flowing down into the mire of a once cold night.
No more.
Be still..be silence.
Let me be..
I am We.

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Life’s Repetition of rinse and repeat:

Life’s Repetition of rinse and repeat:
Saga, the odyssey
 lies 
And deceit.
Juliet’s drowning upon daggers blade in
Response to a Romeo’s lethal swallow. 
The need be not the chasing down of serpentine sleuthing out the whys they bit you..
But the how so to heal oneself from poisons onset.
Cause the effect.
Effect the cause.
Alterations of souls allegiances.
Whom wages the war upon one’s self 
Loses all in either outcome. 
Close the gate,
Button down the hatches 
Night draws near.
Light the lamps for shadows creep.
Let illumination run deep..
Burn out yesterday’s fabled ways. 
Upon pages of white begin anew.
“Lord what fools these mortals be”
This said by Shakespeare and not by me.
Instead mirror thought of phrase as “idiocracy pains the existence of man”.
Overcome..undone
Underwhelmed..overburdened.
Buried in minds sea
Drowning in muddy thoughts.

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Sobriety

Sobriety 
For some it’s chasing the tail of
A dragon.
Walking the 
      White
             Line.
Clouds billowing
Through fits
                     Of expelled 
     Inhalation.
In mine,
         I drowned.

A trickle..
Dark guttery substance letting 
Loose
     Into bottomless oceans.
I could feed the worlds
    Thirst 
Upon the heaviness of my 
Addiction.
I was forever 
             Unquenched.
Unsatisfied, until
        My dark passenger
   Had hydrated his anger.
Filling soulful joy 
         To tar like bitterness.
Body aflame 
  In pain,
Drowning in a desert with only a
     Mirage 
In the distance of salvation.

Lies,
  Told to one’s self.
No more.
Today, I rise.
Standing..breathing.
Being.
Day by day,
One by one.
Today..
I am like a flowing snow melt
       Stream.
Clean,
  Pure.
Godly is my love,
As I am filled and drink upon its 
Serenity.

God…
Thy will..not Mine..
  Be done. 

Praise with me, to days
   Gone by. 
My knees are strong, my will 
Never bending as mine eyes,
Filled with Heavens gates,
Gaze into futures bright.
This is me,
Let it be,
That pink cloud..that hovers still by my side. 
Shield me, oh lord..
From dark temptation into that bright
Yonder ‘morrow.

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Writings of a storm cold

Writings of a storm cold 

The house gently 
Creaks
From icy winds pressing against
Exteriors whilst slipping 
Through
Small inconsistencies.
Sleet dances against window panes.
Piling glass against glass,
Particulates of infinite possibilities. 
Fractals dancing down, 
Tap dancing on rooftops.
I sit at kitchen table, 
Bundled from the cold.
My only friend and partner, a
Dancing flame from candle
Casting shadows upon the walls. 
Words scratching valleys and 
Mountains across vast white expanse.
Scratching eloquence..
Moving still.
Plumes of billowy 
exhale
surround my head 
Like a haloed angel.
Tonalities of gray, from white to 
A Dark and shadowy blackness. 
Reaching out,
Ever growing,
Like the reach of sea creatures lost beneath vast depths.
Here I sit,
Staged against the cold.
A storm of ice,
From liquids fallen from skies with stories 
Told. 
I am their conductor.
Dance for me of wind,
Whisper in mine ear. 
Settle still o house of moaning temperance 
Against a northernly wind. 
All the while my quill to 
Parchment 
Sliding out visions painted by verbiage.

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LIFE

Much like the limbs of a tree,
Life has away of reaching out towards the heavens.
With roots,
Grounded and fastened steadfast to the bedrock,
We can be firm in our foundation whilst blowing and bending to the winds Will.

Leaves,
Like family or friend or foe,
Will come and go as life is 
seasonal.
Let hardships or pain fall off.
And be shed like these leaves. Each year regrowth, new and stronger
 beauty.

Feel the gifts given to you daily.
Let the sun smile upon you.
These are God‘s gifts, these are His blessings. 
It’s hard to not be 
blinded 
by the glory of it all when you already have your face 
turned up 
towards the heavens.

Worry, not about the scurrying of insects and n’er do wells blinded and bumbling at your feet, your roots, 
They have their Eyes 
cast down
Living in greed and fear.
They know not the strength 
The secrets of life that you behold.
Set not your dreams and hopes upon earthly things.
But do what is right, 
in service, 
for the betterment of those around you.

Stand firm, o tree..
As I climb your welcoming branches.
Hold me in your bows..
Shield me in your cover of shade
That I might know thee. 

Giver of life, o tree..
Let me stay a while longer.
To learn of thy twists and
Turns.
Of firmness and of love. 
Balance betwixt everlasting and seasonal.

Much like the limbs of a tree,
Life is ever reaching, and ever growing.

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My Fathers Bedside Goodbye

MY FATHERS BEDSIDE GOODBYE..
His Legacy 6/24/2022

Standing on lifes fragile ledge,
I gaze
wonderingly
into your brown orbs.

Windows into a house built
By your large hands
Hands That I would now inherit.

Deep and cavernous..
oh the stories they tell.

Rooms filled with comings and going’s..
The good, and the bad..
The all encompassing Rolodex of filed away emotions.

Like a campfire burnt through the night, that turns to coals..
that light now
Dims.
And yet, the shadows we cast into this life wildly dancing
whilst your fire burnt hot,
Are seared forever into folds of gray..
Painted on a canvas
Of
Leathery past.

Your skilled artists stroke of the brush, breathing life into this color blind grey world we inhabit.

Lifetimes of adventuring..
Built upon solid foundations.
Laughter at the ready, like that of bows
drawn.
And arrows Release..taking
Flight
through the air, embedded into its mark.

Like a Cupid of life’s happenings.
Touching and seeing.

We have together, lived..
We have Loved,
We have Laughed.

Oh, how we have laughed.
We have ALL laughed.
I have heard a story, but laughter..
Your laughter..
Reaches higher than any other.

Your love language was laughter.
My life is framed,
picture worthy,
eloquently streaked with shades of infectious laughter.

We have grown older together..
Lines in the sand washed by time
Becoming that of more permanent folds in
Stone.

But I am at ease..
In troubled breaths release you slide deeper into a forever only you will truly know
until we see one another again.

Thank you for the labor of love..
The lifetime of laughters edge.
The support given to artists poundings..
Tickling of the keys,
Treading the boards of a theatre,
Lines drawn to paper.

Visionary..
you share life seen through a shifted lens.

Thank you for sharing spectacled views.
Spectacular views.
Fatherly views.

I love you, Dad..
Always..
And Forever.

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Abandoned

Abandoned

What stories will I see through thine eyes of ancient window panes?
Does your sagging outward appearance cloud mine judgment 
Of your once sparkling glory?
Oh but the tales, 
These old boards could creak. 
The sadness of a broken heart,
tears of joy welcoming a new birthed babe,
Sweets basked in fiery illuminations. 
Celebrate.
Spill onto me your happenings.
Like the webs spun on your now vacant 
Stillness. 
Unfold, pages..fluttering dryly
Contents
Worlds
A lifetime. 
Tell me, oh structure 
The meaning of life. 
For life’s meaning, is that one day it
Ends.
Do not snuff the lights of closed doors..
But release stale airs of yesterday. 
Rejuvenate.
You are arisen..