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what
birds
that
doesn't
Know
love
Shall
Be
Captured
In
a birdsong
the
friends
that
we have
when
we
live
side by side
but
nothing to hide
just
bookends
we take
from
opposite sides
are
the choices
we make
while
friends
give and take
I like you in the morning,
your eyelids still heavy with the innocence
Of sleep
The sunrise still soft on our skin s

I like you at noon, in the heat of day
Pronouncing German, invoking laughter.
What I would give to stand with you,
The sun warm on our faces, our hearts
In some lost and faraway place
If only to quench our Siamese wanderlust

I like you in the evening,
Your strong arms around me
Watching HGTV;
Or when you play me sweet melodies,
(that violoncello will steal my heart)

And yet,

I like you best at night
when you dream aloud-
Hands searching-
Breath quickening-
Skin touching-
Words failing-
One becoming-

You are most wonderful at your most vulnerable,
Most pure

Let’s discover the world together-
Tomorrow?
Think not about
the gossamer windings
of feeble minds
for our souls' inner
structure
is by sacred design
and as we roam
and spin and
consume in flame
we do our best
to soothe our
own inner pain
and when the seedlings
burst forth
their silken fire
and the dam breaks loose
with longing desire
    we strive to remain
on top of the tide
in undertow rush
and unravelling pride
It is these moments
that we snap into shards
in a  mosaic of selves
veins mapping
                heart
and our arteries  burst
into rhythms that slide
as shifting polar sparks
           ignite waves of time
tectonic plates quake
as we are torn apart
        from inside
our cells reconstructing
our fibers re-defined
This is spirit recreation -
a tiny flare in the dark
for we are dying to survive
our own inner hell
we are ******* the breath
of that life-giving spell
we do all of this and more
                    as we crumble
                               and spew
on our knees at rock-bottom
searching for new
So fear not
those depths
of the unlit abyss
for it's our own
shining eyes
that stir
light's
fervent
              kiss
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Your crimson blood has bled for me
Streams from Heaven's realm
Mercy and grace, You have never disguised
Your love, my shelter as You dwell in my heart.

Let me shout Your fame
As You open up my eyes
Greater are You --
The One who calls my name!

Make way to my heart
Surround me with Your Light
You keep on fighting for us all
For us always -- *we are never alone!
In the eyes of a dying baby
The host that just arrived
Starving for a glimpse of living
Somewhere beyond the night

Paralyzing vanity
Hearts sinking low
These World Views
Bleed our busy souls

Here in paradise
Where we can never die
A thankful heart grows old
Finding meaning in this life

Still the suffering is persistent
In the dregs of the camera eye
How fortunate we are
   To live this peaceful mind...
Traveler Tim
Thunder storms bring rain,
That makes the sky black.
Snowstorms bring hail,
That hurts my back.

My knees creak and snap
they didn't used to be that way
The weather, wet and cold
Snap, crackle pop, those days


Sub zero temperatures,
Blazing, fierce heat.
How I manage to still live,
Is a pretty sick feat.

Life is measured in time
in strength and determination
while standing in the fallout line
the doorway, to damnation


The weaker die off,
The stronger stay alive.
Tis the survival of the fittest,
Where only the best may thrive.

*Forgotten are the heroes
who don't reach their hands down
to pull up the weakest
so, none of us will drown
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