Foresee the
vicarious,
foreboding
fables;
Rain clouds
over drought.
Otherwise,
we'll be as ants
undermined
by a downpour.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
dazzling expansive
vastness entrancement
souls dance elastic
in an astral transit
the further the voyage
it tenses attachment
stretching the band
is a strenuous tactic
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
writing writing
spelling spell'ing
boil boil
toil and trouble
because
to pop the picture
in the bubble
"image'jinn"
cursed be the language spoken
nature has no definition
no words can define me
simply be*ing beings
within eternity
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC
We're not only raising children
we're responsible for the nurturing
of the souls of our universe, heaven.
The universal souls of our brethren.
We've been entrusted with overseeing the development of divinity.
A delicate job to say the least.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
I believe that
givers never quit
because they wish
their generosity would be
reciprocated.
Never waiting for payback.
Only hoping that the taker
may become a giver
for someone else.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 9:00 AM UTC
In dire straights
the human being's
collective
conscience
coalesces
compassion.
Always to create
in those moments
nothing short of miracles.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
With bountiful botanical seedlings
surrounded by vital emeralds of evergreen.
Hark! Twas the season's change!
In the midst of the morning might
I notice the humble sage.
Within the rains.
Daybreak seemed
more dreamy
than the last.
A soft coo
echoed
in the crisp
pooling illusion.
How I reveled in the brisk elation.
How I longed to be in the mist.
Hands were tingling from the heat of a cup.
The door was ajar.
The plans were on the table.
Dreary, the months past December...
...now so easily forgotten.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
An interesting paradox
we revel daily.
Ornate additives
subconsciously sedate.
Rather the latter
let nature belay.
Raise and ride higher
in a most righteous way.
Majesty of creation
surrounds you today.
Revel it autonomously
and realize your strength.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace—
Radiant palace—reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion—
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This—all this—was in the olden
Time long ago),
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute’s well-tuned law,
Bound about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!—for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate !)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh—but smile no more.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
Only when we learn
of the sins of the world
can we take responsibility
for them.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 7:34 AM UTC