What is the work now under the covers Where is the heartland of home to discover Plants growing sideways, birds singing (chaste) The soil, air & water hold hatred & waste Sky full of promise, angels of healing Blessings for eyes so much more than revealing So many bricks we have baked toward destruction Building that temple from self loathing functions Well pulling down falsehoods is such thankless work "Please help me"; be ready to roll in the dirt Ancient songs call us, the oldest still playing What can be ours, a symphonic portraying Order and angels and every soul singing Hurry please, loved ones, our destiny's waiting.
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Pen to paper like parting the sea, every single time. What words may come this writer knows never. Many beautiful things are noticed during the course of a busy day. Tucked into the mind for later. For this I'm ever grateful, I know it's not the case for many & was not always the case for me. It seems today's scrawl, this moment, is an honest little jot. Poems were trying to form themselves from aforementioned noticed things, but, not enough time for completion. Maybe later. I'd like to inform any reader how important it is, what you bring me with your presence(s) electronic or personal. A smile, a painting done by you or a child, and bits of writing especially. I'm starving for puzzle pieces, always. Don't ever think you can't put input in the pot, friend! But do please be careful. Be considerate, notice detail, proceed with kindness & teach it to others. No, I don't always do it either but I'm striving. So, maybe, when you don't feel like being loving.. Try to remember that ingrained compassion is super sexy. XO, your oldest friend. In a thicket needing mending Who's to pull the changing Drawers of poorly organized And everything is spending Everything is spending, love, everything is spending. Who is in the pantry now, and Who will do the catching? In another suburb there, and everyone cries fetching. Everyone cries fetching, because everyone goes fetching. Elephants & Orca whales, Dodo & Great Auk Can we ever learn to love before we call it lost, love We must really learn to love before we call it lost. And then another dove cries foul, Yet another wretching The wrong blessings uttered children, said the wrong blessings. Have we said the wrong blessings? Calliope and so much wrong Discord, anathema Put it in your spent fuel pool Then bring it out much later Spoon it out for handling love, pass it like potatoes. Turn it too, the only way The only option open Your Self the key to fit all locks You're larger than the oceans Larger than the oceans, child Larger than the oceans Pins around heartstrings, Wraparound pulleys What's in the cupboard Can never be fully The story of Mary, Esti or Janie All through Earth's shadows Are threads of explaining Each one a tangle, and each one a candle Cherish each other, and love when it's futile Love through the armor, (lightens up evil) For who can be angry can also be fruitful Put it together to never be careless Each breathing moment is one for your bailiff "Repeat after using", let someone love you May the oneness of Truth Hold you through the tango |
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