Amongst the Slime

20 best

show your elegant petals, open wide

no matter how tough or strong

they have a subtle purpose, pad aside

designed to echo a simple song

of love from one singing, to another

where slime creeps trying to belong

a mire of sad souls calling, don’t bother

they just keep singing the same old song

but you are special, in so many ways

not like the scum on the surface

let the ooze of life, seen for all your days

float on by a sludge without purpose

while you are rare, you will remain

strong at heart, beauty hidden inside

ignore the slime, their power will wane

you’ll shine gloriously, they’ll run and hide

Simple Loves

11

 

silver colored rain splatters upon the ground

spreading out like running sheep

hands flinging fingers open wide

making a point before a beep

muscles pulling the grandest jete

toes reaching the horizon in a leap

the minds of children creating joy

dreaming wildly while sound asleep

the look of new parents in any species

their tears of love uncontrollably seep

or me flying like a majestic bird

making memories I will forever keep

as easily as the trees in the breeze

bending deep

the simple loves in life

make me weep

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I wrote this because a friend and I were discussing how often she cries when people are mean to her. Its part of our job to deal with assholes, but it occurred to me when she said this, that I cry due to joy more often than anything else. Sure, I’m very empathetic and I cry easily if a friend is sad, and I’ll admit I have cried while watching many different types of moves, ie, the Green Mile, Phenomenon, where I bawled like a baby, and even at the end of Armageddon. (more for her losing her father, than for BW dying. lol ) Still for the most part, with mean people, I tend to get very Motherly and put them in their place. Even if I need to yell to do it!  lol  But my friend has a tender heart, isn’t very tough on the inside, and lets people walk all over her, which is sad, but I think a huge waste of tears. Those who are mean are just assholes, and you just have to let it wash over you, knowing they are miserable and will always be. Not my problem, not me that caused theirs. Simple as that.

But I’ve also learned over the years, it’s hard to teach someone to be strong, when they have no faith to give them strength. People say all the time…. OH I BELIEVE IN GOD… yet they have never once given their problem to God, wholeheartedly believed HE would take care of it, and relaxed back in the peace that this simple surrender will give. BUT YOU MUST HAVE FAITH. You must truly believe HE WILL HANDLE IT… and most people don’t.

They’re all about lip service.

  I do it daily. Usually in the morning while I drive somewhere. For some reason God and I do a lot of chatting in my truck. I ask for parking lot angels, idiot angels to keep me safe on the highway from idiot terrourrists, whatever I need, God wants me to ask Him to do it… so I do. And I am peaceful inside, not worrying about anything, throughout most of my day. Some days, yeah, I’m tired, loose my temper and have to shut someone up… but hey, no one’s perfect. lol  And God knows me inside and out. He knew I was going to do that. So why get upset, why chastise myself for not handling it right? Nope, I move on. Life is TOO SHORT to worry about the little shit. God knows why I reacted the way I did, and I ask him to forgive me when I know I’ve been wrong.

But folks, all in all, with all the weird problems in my life, I am a pretty happy person!

I find peace daily.

Find yours.

Find Joy.

Find God.

Wavering

A2

she folded her heart safely inside… no one knew why

simply gentle to a fault

a blossom wavering in the wind

her true colors velvety soft

to the depths of her very soul

still she chose to stand alone… no one knew why

lifting her face to the blue sky

bending just enough in the breeze

arching towards the truest light

understanding the pull in her soul

her heart began to peel open… only He knew why

Blue Velella Velella… you make me so blue…

24

little blue bits of beauty

settled onto the sand

their days of sailing around the world

over at the wind’s hand

 

The creativity seen here… is astounding. The wing standing up on this tiny jelly fish lets it ride the waves across the globe. As it rides on the surface of the ocean, the wind blows across it’s little wing and it sails. 

Unfortunately, when the wind is fd up, they end up on the beach… dead… by the thousands. They travel in mobs, and these guys were just little babies. An inch to two in length at the most. Maybe just babies, because earlier this year, millions washed up in Oregon, adults, huge for jellyfish, some a foot across and they all died.

They were fascinating to look at, like they had an internal grid-work of electrical signals going on… just like the one in the top of the picture, they were so amazing.

And so, it made me sad to see hundreds of them on the beach dying.  Even the birds weren’t eating them, so it was just a mass death for no reason… other than possibly keeping their population under control… still, it made me sad.  Sad smile

He’s Coming

23

He’s coming…

and I think the day will begin like this; glorious light, beauty spread wide, birds calling softly in the background while the earth settles into silence. The breeze will taste like springtime, the scents of a million flowers wafting by, while our brains begin to assimilate, our heads lift upward instinctually, searching for answers.

The sound of music, led by trumpets, begins to travel across the sky, matching the path of blazing clouds.

The brightness of His Holiness will blind us, and we will be forced to look away… kneeling… one… by one…

by one… and then we will hear His Voice… His Voice… for the first time…

Hallelujah… I can’t wait… 

Yearn

1

a subtle hint

of reflected light

setting apart

a sunset flight

passing by

a wave of desire

it’s misty spray

reaching higher

grasping for air

empty fists curled

stretched wide

covering the world

it dreams of flying

never to return

reborn in a cloud

dreaming drops yearn

Immortal?

9

So, here’s my question for you all today….

Is it possible we can ‘earn’ immortality?

Or… for the other side of the coin; could we ‘evolve’ into it, on our own?

Someone mentioned it, and I can’t stop thinking about it. So here’s my thoughts, don’t forget to share yours.

On the one hand, there is a God, but scripture’s say it is not the deeds you do, it is the love you have inside for God, everything else, everyone else, that gets you into heaven… the eternal mortality that God offers is the goal; the bait; the one thing you do not have here on Earth. You’ve experienced love, been loved (hopefully) by at least one other being in your life, so maybe a new Daddy figure isn’t something you feel you need. But to live forever… FOR EVER?  It would be cool and boring, probably at the same time, and if everyone you loved wasn’t immortal, it would be amazing yet incredibly sad. But think about it, if we all lived forever, here on Earth, we would be wall to wall people… the planet couldn’t support us all… it would be much like it is now, with a lot more starvation thrown in. A lot.

But what if immortal doesn’t mean with your current body? What if immortal is impossible with our body?

Would you want it with your soul? Would you want it if they told you your brain went with it?? Or I should say, your mind? How about your heart; your love? Your feelings??  Wouldn’t you need all these things, for immortality to work? So where do our thoughts, feelings and love come from, if not our soul? Our brain tells our lungs to breathe; but what tells your lungs to hold your breath when you kiss? Or swim? Or blow up a balloon? This is your mind, not your brain. This is you… part of your soul. It floods you with warmth when you’re happy, and it chills you when someone you love dies. It rises up to sing with your favorite song. It explodes in your heart when you hold your child for the first time forcing you to cry with joy.

All this … does it go with your soul? Of course. It is your soul. This is what will become immortal with God. You. Your essence. Your entire soul. And from what I hear, you get the coolest set of WINGS to boot! So in some way… they have to be attached to you…. so you must end up with a body of some sort…right??? 

Now we go to the evolving aspect. It must be possible, somewhere, somehow, because we know how DNA works. Say you’re the one being on a planet who’s DNA alters just enough to where your cells never die, they just recycle themselves in some way… yes you would be the first…

but think about it… out of the BILLIONS of species on this planet, I would guess ALL of them… ALL of them have NEVER ONCE had their genes mutate into immortality. Are WE humans really that special that our DNA would suddenly evolve in a different way than every other species on this planet? If you believe in evolution, you also believe that something had to have seeded this planet with life, ie, bacteria from asteroids…etc.

That being said, literally, anything is possible. We know so little about our lives, our bodies, the world… the universes… it’s embarrassing really. But, we have only been around for about 10,000 years. Compare that to …. frogs… and you’d be blushing again, they’ve been around for over 200 million years…. so lets pick something younger in eon terms… how about a simple rose…. not even close, they’ve been around for about 35 million years… I could go on… my point… we are the youngest species on this planet. With maybe 10 other exceptions, mostly crap our lab tech’s have grown.. that they shouldn’t have!

There are also a few worms, flies and brine shrimp that can all go into suspended animation… the brine can survive up to 10,000 years… add water, and bam, you’ve got brine shrimp… but that’s only suspending life, not living eternally… and well, they’re bugs ya’ll!  Bugs! lol they don’t even know what being alive is.

So the chances that we could alter ourselves into immortality is pretty ridiculous. The fact that we don’t even understand HOW our cells know when to change, or why… or what made that protein decide to turn on a switch… folks… we don’t know SHIT!  OK! We only know the obvious, and that’s about .0000009% of what we need to know.

So my view is obvious… unless you’re severely slow you’ve figured it out by now… I say, go with God! He’s your best bet at becoming immortal! I truly don’t see us, a bacteria ourselves, evolving into anything as spectacular as an immortal being! But you will never earn it, with good deeds. You just have to LOVE!!! And it’s so easy to love God, and everything and everyone else… try it sometime.

Just go one day… where every single thing you see, every person, dog, flower… from the mailman to the boss you hate every other day… and be kind to them. Show them love.  And SEE what happens. Maybe nothing, maybe not… either way, sit back and FEEL what you did.

ENJOY that feeling of peace and happiness that your entire body has been tricked into feeling! Sink into it. Each time you are kind, people usually show you thanks, or love…. each time you reach out and touch someone physically, you are giving love, and USUALLY you will get love back. (now don’t be getting all pervy… lol) JUST TRY IT!!! And you will see… that feeling this way… is the GREATEST thing on earth. Right up there with the immortality you are going to experience!!

Smile

GONE!

tiger_launch

a little morning haze

turned into a glorious daze

born to fly across the sky

my fellow birds and I

 

surreal barely describes it

you know you’ve lost your wits

your breathing forgotten and gone

your heart races on and on

 

pounding to be set free

and see exactly what you see

rising up your throat for a peek

halting any attempt to speak

 

as joy flies by at an easy speed

peace floods in to fulfill ALL need

grin now wrapped around your ears

love exploding out in tiny tears

 

shake your head and focus now

get control long before you plow

into a mountain or land in a tree

your life is in your own hands… see

 

so snap out of the incredible bliss

leave behind the awesome amazingness

that phenomenal rush will soon be back

tomorrow swinging in a swing on crack

 

you can’t get enough

you never will

sleep when your dead

never stand still

D.D.

Sanded by Stone

3

It never seems to stop

this hankering

this… urge.

It flows into wideness

pushing at sloped walls

running down

fraught with turbulence

sanded by stone

ingrained in the depths

of your soul.

You will know

it’s character

when you immerse yourself

in a stream of truth;

just ask yourself

is it prodding you

onto an easier path

or simply goading you

over a cliff ??

Lion of Light

1

just a wisp of dandy perfection

this tiny feathered flight

such is God’s amazing design

His little Lion of the Light

with a feathered flower seed

to float on boneless wings

for a Grace-filled rebirth

just like His Lion of All Kings

even as a dusty desert rose

the only beauty in rough sand

her seeds are beyond precious

dancing across the driest land

growing by seeds in a milky cocoon

butterfly children are painted

born with a bright life in mind

their acceptance of color sainted

as ever amongst nature’s life

from massive to micro-Glory He shines

for no one has God’s creative heart

or can fathom His Holy designs

Mischief

skirt of an angel (2)

A whisper of hello, she shimmered as if I’d startled her, eyes tiny pools with mischief dancing in time to her swirl, waiting to see if my eyes followed her or if perhaps I was only speaking to the voices singing softly in a babble. Grinning at the distorted trees wavering in her light, I said, I see you, eyebrows raising with an instant ornery glee. Father will be so mad at me, she said with a burst of mirth, spinning in a happy blur, rainbow sparks flying from her glow, laughter twinkling between the leaves, as soft pink becomes orange glory, sunshine meshing with purple haze, and neon green deepening into a blue jazz only she heard. Oh, but to breathe in the pine and decay and flowers, I’ve missed it so-o-o-o, she said, climbing an imaginary stair, swirling down the neck of a tree, a barbershop pole of rainbow color, her laughter melting into a puddle, merging into the river below with a swish of a rainbow trout’s tail, with only bubbles reaching the surface to burst with the joy of existing, even if only, just for a moment.

1st Flight of 2016…. WOOT! WOOT!

1st flight 2016, April 1st

Heart racing, face feeling for wind strength, legs shaking, pull it up… RUN!!!!

That’s how it goes, here at the launch site.. for most newbies like me. It still stops your heart, it still makes you stop and look heavenward to ask God Almighty to keep you safe, and its still the most AMAZING time of your life!

Yesterday I not only had to deal with a new year’s beginning flight; one where you have already stretched your strings, inspected the wing and harness, and emergency parachute, went to the bathroom and chain-smoked three cigarettes…and OK, I’m ready! But one where I also had to deal with the overwhelming fear of crashing again, like I did last year.

I didn’t mention it, because I was ok, only missing about an inch of flesh along the backside of my right leg, compliments of the sticker-bushes and rocks on the way down about 100 feet of mountain… but still a very scary event to have to force myself to overcome. It ended my flying last year, and killed about three months of bliss for me! Where I was injured, my harness seat banged into, so even practicing was halted until I healed up, and by then, it was fall.

None of which stopped me from blasting off the side of Tiger Mountain yesterday, to fly like an eagle once again! God is keeping me safe, I know this every single time I fly, so that is one less fear I have to worry about! I truly trust in God… and last year He was there!!! Right when I needed Him!

It was a gorgeous day, from 60-70 degrees out, with no clouds for thermals, but there were thermals bouncing me all over the place, scaring the bejeezus out of me, and keeping my adrenalin at the maximum level possible!! But it was SO MUCH FUN!!! The winds were just a bit choppy, but they kept me up for an extra ten minutes or so, while I figured out how to maneuver down… slowly… properly…. lol 

My instructor cracks me up, he will be writing a big “L” on my left hand, and an “R” on my right, so when he tells me to go Right, I turn right!!!  We had a difference of opinion when the trees got closer than I felt they needed to be!!  Still it was a great little flight, but the winds picked up and we had to postpone until Sunday.. when hopefully they will be light again and not too Springy! 

SO HAPPY FLYING TO ME….AND ANY OF YOU OUT THERE WILLING TO TRY IT!  You can go Tandem, with an instructor, and just sit there enjoying the view!!! IT’S JUST AMAZING!!!!!!

It is the lanquish of those who do not fear dying — thefeatheredsleep

At what moment did we forget how it used to be and carry on, this shingle road, another version of ourselves? Those who fear death, wrap themselves in marathon blankets and sprint to the juice counter, their flush cheeks a world of outdoor health and vitality, they scorn us who live in rapture, beneath the […]

via It is the lanquish of those who do not fear dying — thefeatheredsleep

Instinct

1

they began as a seed, tiny thoughts growing in my mind

touched by a whisper and nudged lightly on occasion

burst into action when truth no longer mattered

as His Holy Spirit feeds me with wise intent

I bloom into majesty the color of spring

following the gracefulness in His step

listening to kind loving guidance

spoken into a peaceful heart

His pride roaring on that

Grace filled morning

when His eternal

hints became

instinct

~~~~~~~

 

 

Inspired by the Book of Thomas, The Nag Hammadi Scriptures

29a. Jesus said: If flesh (sarx) came into being because of spirit it is wonderful.

If spirit came into being because of the body

it is exceedingly wonderful.

Faithfully

2

through the forced rain

trampled without thought

bending her elegant bow

abandoned to rot

lying alone she trembled

her color fading fast

the cold creeping about

her future lucidly cast

unable in any way to hide

unwilling to spiritually stray

her natural light shines

before a pallet of gray

her sole purpose ingrained

giving life to others fully

God’s Glorious plan

her soul purpose Holy

never waning once

grasping no longer growing

now quenched of thirst

faithfully she’s glowing

Rubble

6

nesting in your soul

just beneath a cloudy day

right above a dried up creek

lies a motionless rubble strewn path

covered in weak branches

chipped at boulders

and burnt sage of all colors

waiting foolishly stubbornly

for a deluge

to save them

to meet their need

to relieve its loneliest limb

down to it’s deepest root

but the clouds won’t give

and the water walked away

the very same moment you did

Some Days

2

 

some days I stand

in a warm wind

and just listen

to the world

blanking out life

inhaling a fresh

moment of peace

as the breeze

ruffles my hair

and if the moon is up

I watch the clouds

tickling at its sides

brightening its pale face

or if the sun is up

the birds are so loud

I hear them singing

through the bright blur

of a windswept morning

and watch the trees

bowing have a good day

with a natural kindness

to me… just me alone

standing in a warm wind

inhaling peace

Time Gives Everything To Those Who Wait

1

she was never one for waiting

chasing whatever lit her heart

into a flame

except that one time

she’ll never forget

for it lasted for years

the hoping

the dreams day and night

the never ending waiting

that never ended

it was just gone one day

leaving an empty hole

where love had once curled up

surrounded by a glow

of innocence and optimism

until the waiting dragged on

like a painful tooth ache

or a throbbing migraine

she’d tried to end it all

once

but God stopped her

but not the never ending

hurting

the never ending ache

darkening her soul

that never ended

for he had always said

time gives everything

to those who wait

and she’d waited

painfully waited

through the greatest years

of her life

a part of her had waited

always been waiting

that

never

ended

So… Congrats to me!

anniversary for blog, started in 2012

THANKS TO ALL OF YOU FOR 4 GREAT YEARS!

Evidently March of 2012 I started this blog, and have managed to keep it going for 4 years! Congrats to ME! lol You have to understand, being ADHD, this is quite the feat. I normally last about 2 years doing anything, before I’m bored and move on. This includes any type of exercise, sex, work, or play I get involved in. I’m not joking in the least, most of life has come and gone for me. I’ve lived in 10 different states, and only plan on leaving here… for Alaska… but still haven’t talked my self into that one… it would be a one way trip, I’m sure. lol  I’ve had so many different types of employment, from military to factory worker to secretary to field geologist, security officer…hahaha… to property manager, postal worker…eeeek….and that’s just what I can think of off the top of my pointy head… good Lord!… not counting motherhood of course… and I can’t remember how many there are… at least 20 or some awful amount I‘m sure.  My running record is 3 years max at any one job. Well, other than writing, of course. I mean a job that pays!

And you know what, I could care less that I don’t have a huge pension coming from some company I slaved at for 30 years… doing the same damn thing over and over and over again….by now I would have blown my head off! Jumped off a tall building, something… to bring life into me. ha!  I say congrats to all of you who have managed to do this… I wish you luck… and a happy retirement.  But for me… I LIVE FOR TODAY BABY!

I spend all my extra money on playing, because saving more than $5000 is ridiculous in my book. Money is always losing value, you can’t trust the stock market, or bonds even… so I say “have a blast”!

Anyway, sorry, got distracted there…hahaha I said ADHD!!!

So, managing to keep this blog up and running… well, I have to say… I owe it all to you! All of YOU!!! out there, who comment sincerely, I love you all!!

I also thank GOD, YHVH, The One and Only, for inspiring me to start it, and gives me the words when I ask. He gives me ALL my poetry for Him, even helps me write other stories, He inspires my stained glass, and steadies my hand for photography, but mostly… HE GIVES ME PEACE AND JOY!!!  Like nothing else I’ve ever found.

You ALL make my day! You give me inspiration! and you give me FRIENDSHIP I can’t find anywhere else!

THANKS TO ALL OF YOU FOR 4 GREAT YEARS!!!!

Fluid

rocks

life seems heavier

balanced across our backs

holding us in place far longer

than the welcome was intended

moving forward in some small way

blends into a more fluid journey

a flow of experiences too deep

and too powerful to imagine

how easy it is to transcend

watching or standing still is useless

supporting the bulk of inertia

lumped together with reality

surrounded by perpetual motion

results in veracious roots

clinging to rotting vegetation

in a disturbed current

collapsing into an avalanche

of loneliness

soiled in the past

SQUIRREL…

1

“squirrel”

looking at me

looking at him

do you have any seeds

sorry lil dude, no food

do you have any seeds

you’re so cute

do you have any seeds

why the nervous twitch

do you have any seeds

what are you thinking

do you have any seeds

do you have fun running up the trees

do you have any seeds….

 

lol – I hope you all got this… Smile

my daffodil

Kaelynn age 4

bursting as a daffodil in spring

my G-baby-girl beats her own drum

with life, love and orneriness a plenty

I’m still lost as to where that came from

sparkling with innocence

and far too precious to lose

her giggles of mirth so contagious

her flight mimicking kangaroos

I’d love to know what she’s thinking

behind her beautiful blue sky eyes

flitting from one moment to the next

a hummingbird of dramatic sighs

an artist at heart her muse dubious

shaping the adorable smirk you see above

four years reshaping my heart vastly

in the spring I was flooded in love

Peaks

2

the blues of winter marching away

into amethyst skies and mountain peaks

d’amore blossoming to be sure

Not a Soul

4

not a soul around to hear

a haunting call in the wind

drawn into brushed clouds

vanishing in a single stroke

the world below too far

to care to feel to see to hear

the song of silent space

whipping by in an echo

of voices of time of shifting

drifting in a seamless flow

of paint on a canvas gliding

across an ocean of blue heaven

one gust away from beyond

where the stars reach out

brightening a shining lure

to fill the emptiness aloft

the loneliness soaring high

spreading outward in infinity

the sound of yearning singing

of one hope

one dream

one

with

not a soul around to hear

~~~~~~~

Another day… another try.

8

A gentleman walks by me, pleasant as pie, smiles and says “Mornin’”. The green dress clashes terribly a in huge fashion faux pas by partnering it with dirty brown Muck Lucks; white tube socks rolled to the knee cap. He’s a regular, and likes to chat a bit. One hand gently pressed against his lower lip as he waits for my response. Today his nails are black, but only a misshaped swampy island in the center of each.

“How’s it going?” My smile stiffens as I realize what I just said. To me, that’s like saying “hello”. With friends, it’s a real question, but acquaintances, not so much. It’s habit. I wish I was hiding under one. Tonight I’m tired. Didn’t get even an hours’ sleep. My back hurts. I’m just not in a good mood.

I try to lighten lives every day, thinking by sharing one tiny personal bit of info with another person, it shows they are not alone. I’ve done this my entire life, ever since a friend of mine died when we were young. It ended up being a freak accident. But suicide had been a topic we were all interested in at the time, I can’t remember why, but maybe it was just our age. My friend had written something and it grew into my roots. “If just one person had acted like I mattered, anyone, I wouldn’t have done it.”

Sitting on her bed, as I read her diary, she’d written a suicide note just weeks before, getting ready. She’d changed her mind; I never new why, but she didn’t do it. Just the idea of it, hurt my soul. I thought her life was fine. I also thought I was her friend, her good friend. Yet I had no idea she was contemplating suicide. I’d heard her say many times, that she felt alone in school, at home, even when she was out with friends. She felt apart, somehow. We always seemed to have fun, to me.

It stayed with me, became part of me, became a first response for me. I’ve always joked with people, strangers, friends… always. I love to laugh. And for the most part, I take the time to listen to people, even when they’re ranting, because everyone needs to be heard.

So the gentleman smirks, and launches into his latest problem; he needs a new razor blade for his electric razor, which I know instantly we only carry the cheap plastic emergency kind in the store. His full beard is at least an inch long, so I grin and say, “Well, I guess you’ll just have to become a Quaker.”

His giggle becomes a twitter and I try to make my escape. Three more times he comes to the counter and pulls out the hair and grease filled razor, showing me the old blade, in the hopes that new ones will magically appear. Each time my skin crawls at the nasty wad of pubes still stuck inside.

His last trip to the counter was timed to coincide with an empty store. Razor now back in the bag over his wrist, he says to me, “I want you to know I appreciate the fact that I never get the “judgy” tone from you. You talk to me like I’m “normal”. I just wanted to say thanks.” He was blushing a lovely shade of apricot, his eyes sparkled in the bright light.

I said, “The day I become perfect, is the day I will judge you. And you are normal. You are more normal than a lot of people I know.” For someone who was almost six feet tall, he ducked his head down so low I couldn’t see his eyes any longer, but his hand darted out and squeezed mine quickly before he left the store at a run.

I smiled, feeling good for a moment, and thought, “Now, how will I break it to him that the Muck Luck’s make him look like Grandma Eskimo!”

Another day… another try.

The Beginning

1

her knee peeked at her through an un-mendable hole

flannel two sizes too large billowing above three floors

of open space with six feet of ‘the willies’ to go

where the echoes of his laughter egged her on

here gripped the hand-me-down queen of clubs

completing the dare, it was always about the dare

the wall moved in a leaf killing wind

he picked his nose waiting in a silhouette

of sunshine streaming through the peak’s window

elbows shaking, her nails digging into ancient wood

giant “X’s” of two inch rotting death

for the hay pile below was almost as old

as the memories she would carry to her grave

of his hair glimmering as if he were an angel

about to throw his life away from four stories up

mastering an eleven year old flip

before landing in the decayed hay below

fluffy for about two inches, then dirt mostly

but she had to reach him first

or where was the fun in that

if she didn’t witness his feat inducing bragging

there would be no point, he’d wasted an hour

despite ending the day with a twisted ankle

or broken neck, they had no reference for that

she could never say no, for nine times out of ten

it was fun, he was fun, laughing his way through life

so of course, that day was the first time she ever flew

…but a drop

1

 

my life is but a drop

in an ocean raging

in one bleak moment

tossed under thunder

tears crashing in waves

and stunningly still the next

with the kiss of a breeze

blown beyond my awareness

I reel at the emptiness

as my being is sucked

into a roaring whirlpool

churning inside and out

squeezing my squeals

into moans and stutters

and when my last breath

and my final thought

are suddenly stolen

all I hear

is the ocean’s heartbeat

lapping against

a distant shore

Rise Up

2

surrounded by indifference

shivering from the chill of their backs

tears fall as if by mistake

the plan had been to be brave

but the weight of ignorant spurning

arms never quite reaching

curving a fresh strong back

soon sparkling with the sweat

from standing tall and strong

for the seeds of love you carry inside

will live on

it shouldn’t matter how you sparkle

as an amethyst forged in fire

in a world of emerald objections

shunned and dismissed directly

from those without enough sight

to see beauty in difference

stand up there is no alternative

you must dig to your roots

finding the truth of your worth

in knowing God makes no mistakes

and the longer you shine brightly

despite the silence of the deaf

surrounding you at a distance

who refuse to hear a new song

rise up my beauty and sing to the birds

for they will take your soul to Heaven

Under The Leafless Trees

slew inthe rain

lost in the trees

a final downpour

drenched in pain

as she stood transfixed

faces dredged in her memory

 

ripples of love

in her eyes forever

the one moment

of unsurpassed

perfection

the only perfection

she’d always known

she would leave behind

 

for the life

she hadn’t dreamt of

the pills were sustenance

the alcohol a warm bed

it was the “only’s”

vital

sustaining

her struggle to breathe

her dance at work

her spine curling mistakes

 

it became thoughtless

imperative and pushy

even shockingly redundant

she had no reason left

the emptiness told her

but her soul no longer heard

 

to exist barely extant

as a sham of a shell

only works

until the shell cracks

in a ripping fracture

beyond repair

ending as her eyes stilled

with a sudden awe

the shade of a river blue

 

for the first time

since that love poured down

peace bloomed in a sigh

and for the first time

under the leafless trees

she stayed perfectly dry

So Much Glory!

4

He created breathtaking Glory for me…

that hard headed soul rooted deeper than a tree

 

Here before many an eternity…

flowing through time a magnificent sea

 

He began before dawn mercifully…

gushing life to bursting yet openly lonely

 

So mountains rose with Majesty…

volcanoes erupting in joy as oceans swelled uncontrollably

 

While the earth shook frantically…

His smile fashioned giants warming our souls into reality

 

A Heaven filled with impossible Glory…

wrapped around our home before spending an eternity…

on just you and me

Grey Blue Oceans

oregon beach 3

grey blue oceans

penetrate my soul

searching for truth

with a storm

in the distance

just at the edge

stalled momentarily

like a calm sigh

heard right before

a tsunami wave

buries all thought

and then

he blinked

and smiled

The Naked Trees

3

resting on the branches

as if tired somehow

leaning closer to death

pining for us

to see the wisdom

in a symbiotic breath

 

outlining a gentle touch

or caressing an arm

tickling in the breeze

you brighten each

wooden smile from stem

to last to leave

 

clearly molding

an organic love

hovering to tease

yet bound by choice

wildly embracing

the stark naked trees

Without Rest

5

yes the love of writing

layers upon my soul

the petals of a rose

could never the less pull

my heart spilled in a mess

letters dancing without rest

a ballet of pages swirl

with grace faintly blessed

one voice tipping the right

another swaying low

flying across a stage

in my life merely billow

back around growing light

a moshing of thoughts flow

from rainbow shades of hope

to a whirlpool of sorrow

tinted words twirl wildly

my mind a flowing banshee

a pirouette of fonted words

plie’ding to be set free

SPECTACULAR!!!

12492059_10153458991708978_3074990074526617963_o

The most beautiful couple I know… my nephew Josh and his new lovely wife Steffi!!

Both stars dancing in Ballet’s around the world! Bless them for many many years, Lord!

They just make life beautiful!

10917429_10152726426583978_5880492652954722156_n

A Trillion Stars…

milky-way-mount-shasta

a trillion stars in the night sky

ticking along in their own time

managed to time to

PERFECTION

a massive star

on the day of His birth

and

a blood red moon

on the day of His death

~~~~~~~

yet still you question

~~~~~~~

this massive star

moved south leading

learned men on

and then stopped

overhead

moving in retrograde

~~~~~~~

this blood red moon

began three hours before

Yeshuah’s death

was full on red

as Yeshuah died

and gone three hours after

~~~~~~~

and still you question

~~~~~~~

why did God make the heavens?

for us to worship… love… gaze at?

NO! They are HIS CLOCK! His Massive FATHER CLOCK!

They show us exact moments in time when we should celebrate, rest, honor Him,

and follow His timeline for us.

DID YOU KNOW that in 3AD… Jupiter was amazingly bright as it moved directly south from Nazareth, leading the Magi to Jerusalem, then retrograde for some time, hovering straight above “where the child was”, before moving backwards.  At the same time, the moon was sitting directly below the constellation Virgo! Giving rise to a NEWLY BIRTHED MOON!

DID YOU KNOW that in 33AD… there was a full eclipse, bringing out the stars at noon and turning the moon blood red at 3 pm, approximately the time Yeshuah took his last breath?? The moon that day rose with an eclipse already started from below the horizon. And of course you’ve heard of the massive earthquake that rocked the entire area, including the temple, ripping the veil in half.   

It’s like GOD placed a giant sized map up there for us, and is just waiting for us to see it… for the first time.

These astrological events are from written documents and scientific histories of the time…

not the Holy Bible or DSS or Tanakh!!!

Hallelujah!!!!!

The Window Frame

mountain 1

the window frame sagged

her finger trailed through dust

the floor rose up in a swirl as she passed

the ratty piece of carpet lying just here

and there

along with the memory of clattering dishes

burnt onions and a hunched vacuum cleaner

still plugged in

Perry Mason arguing a case

echoing behind naïve voices arguing a case

floating on the mites fleeing for cover

as the ancient desk filled the room

struggling to hold up

the rainbow of folders and fluttering notebooks

flying their way to the floor

one by one

some finding refuge on the paisley cushion

crushed into a canoe and now home to mice

becoming a new roof on a den

but the pen

chewed cap still in place

lay amongst her life

listing as her last thoughts lay beneath

… eyes blurring she blinked the words into focus

“YOU completed me… still, they suffered. Why…

didn’t You tell me?”

a sigh escaped as a rolled and worn sheet

leaped with hope

tapping once before finding rest

while its turbulence chases a fur ball

into fleeing for the sunshine

through the front door swinging wide

and following its own dream

of becoming a butterfly

~~~~~~~

for Jeannie XXOOO

Preacher Mountain

mountain 2

It seemed odd

how He pulled at me

glimmering with each wandering of the clouds

speaking so softly

He interrupted

not rudely

but with a deeper presence

strong and demanding my attention

I ran into His outstretched arms

my willing answer

to His earth shaking call

blinded

by love

each time the light rippled

across His smile

~~~~~~~

~~~~~~~

I had no idea what it’s name was until just now.

I probably shouldn’t trust google maps.

It made me smile… my own preacher mountain.

One day… I shall make an important statement

from the top of that mountain…

or not…

it reminded me of ice cream

made from fresh freezing snow

and lots of turning, turning, turning

old school, kiddies

God created it just for me….

for that alone I praise Him!

Smile

Some say it’s green…

blue view between trees

Some say it’s green here all year,  but I see the blue. So if the trees are green… then the sky must be yellow, or it wouldn’t be blue… true?

The overcast blurs my life into a haze, my mind follows along in step, yet the blue’s don’t depress me. They ease the glare of winter white, coloring the darkness that touches everything into a peaceful deep ocean blue. They never get me down, but instead give me a few moments of peace, the peace you feel in the silence, while standing all alone in a foot of snow beneath giants.

I drove here, the other day, just four miles from my house, yet a wonderland of whitened beauty with only the sounds of snow falling and branches creaking under it’s weight.

You may see darkness and gloom, but I see the same sapphire blue that God carved the original commandments into. His was stone, mine is sky.

This world of blue never harms my soul.

It only holds back my heart for a time, then lets it burst into fresh joy when spring comes along and I get to fly again. Above these magnificent giant green trees, where I frantically learn to tell the difference between trees and grass from a thousand feet above the earth. We fall at the rate of something like ten feet per second, which gives me what… a minute or so to find a landing spot. You say “eek”… but I say “GOD!!!!”

All right before begging for help. Still, sometimes I wish I could fly in winter, without my eyeballs freezing and my hands breaking off… just for the winter beauty. Landing would be softer, I must admit. So maybe some warm, really warm winter day I just may try it… someday far in the future when I’m a good pilot, and not a beginner.

But if you ever get to see the blue, inhale it. Breathe it in deeply… it is pure peace!