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Rising Above Stone

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amazing detail, growing in stone, alone

an explosion of Glory rising above dull

His idea of Majesty in perfect chaos

a solitary bush created for bees and butterflies

stunning, they hover as lovers, touching gently

kissing this tiny beauty across its painted face

each second blooming, like Yeshuah

He hopes they will carry His love

beyond the river

to rise above stone

A Stencil of Life

mountain in the clouds

 

Man hasn’t ruined, stepped upon this ground

not sacred, not lost, blessedly not found

high upon mountains reaching for the sky

only paws and claws had been this high

Revealing life through a pale purple mist

untouched, serene as a cool soft kiss

a glimpse into the future, a peaceful sigh

Glory silently spilling… just across the sky

 

Its a stencil of life, simple and honestly true

loving God first, all souls, everything under blue

spreading joy, honor, innocence and candor

no reason for deceit, for this is much grander

Wildly simple, cherish it all, living off this wonderland

now see His son, head bowed, reaching for His hand

nothing else to speak of, or see, only birds flew over today

but Yeshuah cut the path, knew the truth… knows the way

 

It may have been covered in His precious blood

preempted by warnings of His Father’s angry flood

dripping below into caverns, pooling on His mercy seat

His love for a lost species not once wavering in the heat

Flying like a bird, soaring on pure white wings

a million angels laughing, rejoicing, a massive choir sings

landing on these untouched mountains, a divine dome

then He rose beyond… following that same path home

Anticipation

trees and fog

not haunted

simply soft, echoing

a deep flutter

a twig heartbroken

one becomes three, four

whispers chilled to drops

grasping the tips of leaves

pierced by needles

shivering

in anticipation

of the warm kiss

of light

 

 

 

(taken at dawn below our paragliding launch zone)

The Terror

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Do you feel the Terror

the deep darkness swirling

fingers of death pinching your soul

dragging you away from the light

howling for your flesh and will

Do you hear the Snare

the call of the wasted life

twisted into proud emptiness

grasping at your bright spirit

with claws and clubs of fear

tripping and ripping at your heart

Do you see the Pit

full of screams full of terror

echoes of hate and endless pain

slimed on the sides with cruelty

overflowing it reaches for you

void of light

void of hope

void of love

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based loosely on Isaiah 24-17

Just Water and Knowledge

blue

 

we are all

just water and knowledge

 

little dust at the beginning

remaining only on the surface

‘til the breeze has it’s way

rippling with laughter

across years of wash

while a moment is filled

with a flowing grace

unrecognized or shunned

by a will diminished at each turn

as desire pulls at us

like roots wrinkled with age

as the seas loom in the distance

forgetting we were made

from beneath the sky

rising slowly after each fall

to cascade with light

while mercy covers our soul

and wisdom wanes into a well

Selfless

mt si tip

where love is selflessly given

a dove swoons in the pale moonlight

calling softly to the whispering stars

singing praises to an almighty hand

holding joy balanced on fingertips

 

yet where greed is lifted higher

an unkindness of crows grows

ignited like a spark of firelight

dancing in the dark as if hate

burned beneath their bloodied claws

A BARREN LAND

 

Mt Si from Snoq

wisps of love sail across a barren land

as time settles all like a calm breeze

tickling the toes of a dead season

melting the cold into bubbling spring

rounded jade and pine covered hills

skirting a majesty like none ever seen

fading the rust and rugged rocks

a tempest shadow over budding green

Further

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rising from the ashes

stirring the wind of a lost world

to save a species unworthy

more beautiful than an eagle

no flaming phoenix compares

soaring a slow sacred spiral

eyes surveying lush green

rolling into grays and dark

filthy boxes of mortality

shadowed by the girdle

of rising peaks of white

in a breath or a moment

of cleanliness and clarity

before carnality dances by

filling the streets now tiny

slipping away

wings gliding

His soul smiles

as He rises further

and further

away

His Hope

Fulfilled

Snagged by Thorns

thorns

 

like a voodoo doll, poking and stabbing

your friend one moment

your frenemy the next

the gossip shared behind another’s back

crushing, slicing through

with endless unknown effects

 

the Holiest mountain stands just out of reach

while you’re stuck below

snagged by thorns piercing everywhere

your mouth firmly rooted in jealousy

held in place by envious boulders

you never once noticed were there

 

beguiled into thinking you can climb

past the cruelty

past the unsympathetic crime

a devil of a feat to overcome

this shutting off of evil words

slaying your heart and soul for all time

 

where blackness is the least of magic

driving up from deep below

your mouth moving in a downward spell

the trick behind gossiping

is you thinking it’s harmless

raising the mountain above your own hell

 

Psalm 15 A Psalm of David.

LORD, who shall sojourn in Thy tabernacle? Who shall dwell upon Thy holy mountain?

He that hath no slander upon his tongue.

 

Technically, it’s the commandment stating, “Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.” but it seems to get less attention than, thou shalt not murder or thou shalt not lie. But Yeshuah said, all sins are equal.  Like I always say, joking, when someone lies straight to my face and I know it… “You know, you go to hell for lying, same as you do for stealing and murder.”  Just my little way of reminding people… all the commandments are equal!

All demanded by GOD!

Not just one or two….

Driving

brandon in front of a ferris wheel at Gorge 2016

Driving forward, nothing can stop him

With the will of a weed, he will steer

Through the chaos that fills every moment

Squealing tires and melting hearts, with little to no fear

Determined to make a life long remembered

His grip tight and spirit second to none

Taking his life and the world by storm

Transcending the scar of a forsaken son

No doubts trouble his insightful vision

Plowing through problems with ease and grace

His strength growing with each passing year

Determined to conquer and win each race

Shining his light into the darkest of realms

His fire for life a rare maternal element

Blinding en masse as his journey unfolds

His passion leads him to complete fulfillment

He will make each of his dreams happen

He’s a supernova just waiting to explode

Coupled with traits such as will and desire

Nothing can stop him or veer him off road

Your Reason For Life

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why would you deny Me, your loving Father

I offered you eternity, long before your life would end

you saw it coming

you know it’s inevitable

still proudly you refuse to believe and bend

~

full of stubborn selfishness

a scholar of men, thinking science proves you right

yet you can’t explain

what little you do see

let alone ignoring what you witness each night

~

quoting what you call greats

forgetting the Holiest One, your philosophies wax and wane

they explain little

only what you think

revealing the multitude left to explain

~

being humble isn’t in your nature, you say

but I created humanity to be humane, gentle yet strong

not to be proud

not to be self-righteous

but self-sacrificing as devoted servants belong

~

giving to one another, sharing every needed thing

your reason for life is to love Me and one another

never hurting

never diminishing

keeping all souls as your own sister and brother

~

so don’t bother praying now at your life’s end

its useless, for your time to serve has long since passed

you chose wrong

you wasted your life

and I, Yeshuah, have found you empty and unchaste

~

~~~~~~~

A Mountain of Forgiveness

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most likely its my greatest of woes

like climbing a mountain with no toes

or swimming an ocean for a deep breath

what will I do if it means my death

this not forgiving I hold a grudge

double the anger gives me a nudge

greedy parasites cover earth in a mist

and cruelty is at the top of the my list

growing longer than impatience endures

with my peeves flying past in sharp blurs

I stumble repeatedly flailing off a deadly cliff

falling into shit with a miserable whiff

not quite finding the strength to dig on out

I crawl towards the mountain clawing about

while my heart and hands are covered in pain

I’ve given in to an endless reign

of evil and heartache till I’m finally full

rupturing and bursting my only soul

never learning that vengeance is God’s alone

only His to smite from His Holy throne

Gliding In Emptiness

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busy

busy, always so busy

buzzing from one stray thought to another

around a stalk of witless obsession

a deep need filled with perceptions

of life, the edges of a feathered fracture

to tap dance across

or fluttering

on a breeze of easy answers

as life, bored into years of numbness 

becomes a drone hovering

unaware

you are gliding in emptiness

and your heart has missed its journey

never pausing your flight to wonder why

not even for one slender moment

so long as you are busy,

busy, always so busy

When God Walked By

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When God walked by, the Holy Spirit was seen

swirling with Joy and Hope in the sway of His Being

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The truck screeched to a halt to capture this amazing moment in time, my heart beating wildly as I grab the phone and jump out, my only thoughts “wait, wait, wait…”  There is no added colors or enhancements to this photo other than turning the brightness down a touch. The clouds were on fire yesterday… just another reason I have to point out to all, that living here is heaven. People say it rains here all the time, but we only say that to deter people from coming here to live. The beautiful town I have lived in for 25 years or so makes me smile every day. You call it a rain forest, I call it heaven. From January to June, it is neon green with new growth on the trees and plants everywhere. From March to October it becomes every shade of neon with Rhodies and Peonies and mountain flowers loose their minds, roses go insane and that’s just a few of my fav’s. And from October to February all the giant leaf Maples and smuggled in Japanese Maples turn from bright reds to orange to yellow. So if you think my world is just green pine trees, rolling across a few XXL hills, you’d be wrong. Even with the overcast clouds, once in a while they are grey and menacing, but for the most part, they’re cool every day. And believe me, I watch those clouds daily, to see what days I’m going to be able to fly! I watch them all the time. And I see patterns from gorgeous giant storm formations to the criss-cross hell of the government planes spraying the sky to reflect the light away from earth.  Huge giant plaid sky’s that start out with just one trail of a plane, that should dissipate within 40 seconds or so like a normal contrail, but turns out, it spreads in every direction and is in fact a chem trial, or what they now try to hide by calling them “consistent contrails”.  HA!  NO SHIT! Chemicals the government is slowly killing us with, making the most beautiful patterns in the sky. I hate them, but the chemicals are making for spectacular sunsets and sunrises. The chemicals take days to fall from the sky, barium, aluminum, silica…whatever they’re poisoning us with, raising the degree of brightness and is magnified in so many of my shots, I am constantly turning down the brightness just to get a shot.

Like God’s Artwork needs any improvements!

Flames of His Sigh

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His Glory swirls in pure Holiness

blazing with fire and a furious cry

folds of His Mantle awash

rippling with each unbelievable ‘Why’?

His confusion over our choices

tumbling the clouds in the sky

with His Hope peeking through barely

in a pure white slice of die

His Power to lovingly create

or destroy it all from on high

clearly displayed for you

in the Glorious Flames of His Sigh

We’re All Just Mashed Potatoes and Gravy… ……..MIXED TOGETHER PEOPLE!!

 

there is no black and white

no yellow, brown or pink

there’s only love and hope

no matter what you’ve been taught to think

this lie about color that fills us full

of evil judgment and stupid hate

is just that, an incredibly evil lie

the enemy doth proliferate

trying to drive us further apart

leading us to defile, maim and kill

and worse, back it with the Lord’s name

can all change with just your will

your will to understand we’re all human

your will to promise to love all instead

your will to be accepting and not judge

your will to be stronger than society said

your will to create rather than destroy

your will to stand firm rather than be led

your will to truly follow in Jesus’ steps

ensuring your soul will never be dead

~~~~~~~

Wake up sheeple, we’re all just Mashed Potatoes and Gravy… all mixed up together!

THE ONLY THING THAT DETERMINES SKIN COLOR IS THE SUN!

If your family lives near the equator, you will have darker skin, to reflect the sun’s damaging rays and protect you from too much Vitamin D absorption.

The need for the right amount of Vitamin D is copied into our DNA and passed down to our children to keep them healthy.

THIS IS THE ONLY REASON WE HAVE DIFFERENT SHADES OF HUMANS!!!

SO WAKE UP ALL YOU IDIOT BIGOTS AND RACISTS!!!  WE ARE ALL THE SAME!!!!!!!

Forgiveness is Sunshine

 

best above launch clouds

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do you feel His arms surrounding you

curled in gripping you tight

through the nightmares in your life

never letting go

not once all night

~~~~~~~

 

do you hear His calling for you

soft yet echoing in your ear

rising with hope screaming with joy

that insistent loving

voice you hear

~~~~~~~

 

do you wonder why He loves you so

as any parent aching with the loss

seeing His children floundering in sin

you are still special

loved at all cost

~~~~~~~

 

do you not see how Greatly He Loves

when darkness looses its sickly masks

when you choose the graceful light

forgiveness is sunshine

and trying is all He asks

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Stretching the Darkness

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oh, His eyes

were windows into my soul

straight through

an arrow slicing

into the desperate bottom

I had slid to

the faded shame

still circling the edges

of my darkest moment

accenting the distant light

as it floods over the brim

no stone untouched

except the one

I sat upon

wallowing in my own past

until finally

His eyes warmed

and gentled

and I knew His love again

as the light drew nearer

forgiveness

touched my heart

pulling ever pulling

as if a blackbird

flew away

stretching the darkness

until it snapped

The Glory of HUMBLE

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To be as humble as a simply curled vine

oftentimes creates the most lovely wine

a soft green bud without a gaudy mirror

blocking the view as God draws nearer

blooms in Glory with the touch of His light

never once needing to be special or bright

 

but in a world where self esteem rules

is awarded and taught in all the schools

becoming all too prideful and self centered

leaves your soul crushed and sadly splintered

for God Alone wants to be all you need

shining on you growing from a tiny tiny seed

 

giving you strength to stand up on your own

willing the world to bend for you from His throne

filling you with the desire and fire to finish

whatever prayer or goal or ending you wish

FOR THE MEEK WILL ENHERIT THE ENTIRE EARTH

and all you need to know is:

HE’S proud of YOU and HAS BEEN SINCE YOUR BIRTH

Leafless Soul

rock

swaying, mesmerizing, back and forth

the leafless soul dances to life

ripples shimmering light in the tiniest waves

creating the current tune

faces appear to stare at the light

confused by the babbling all around

washing on by with each passing shadow

eyes winking in altered states

pushed and pulled they float away

in a gentle shifting with each rush

while the rootless hangs on, little condos of life,

flood proof and settled in, rock solid

no longer lost in a blurry crowd

a pulse of green to light the way home

Blue Velella Velella… you make me so blue…

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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

Lion of Light

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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

Instinct

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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

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

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the blues of winter marching away

into amethyst skies and mountain peaks

d’amore blossoming to be sure

Not a Soul

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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

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…but a drop

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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

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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!

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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

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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

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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

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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