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October, bring me home to all the scents I so adore
clothe me in cinnamon dreams and help me collect
all the  colors that I so lovingly wrapped  
with burlap's gentle touch !

October, blush me with orange and tangerines
tint my lips with red and crimson sheen
and as the fall foliage falls away from me,  
bring me a mug of  pumpkin spice, Oh please

October, while  your busy bagging gold
I am gathering dry leaves at my feet
Raking in hopes for a mild mild winter,    
and marshmallows roasting by a lovely fireside.

After the first hard frost comes the gentle snow,  
then later on if we are lucky, a beautiful warm spring in toe...
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In the shadow of His wings He will hide me
In the shadow of His wings he will hide
deep inside
when the morning sun arrives
it is time
when the sun has filled the sky
its a sign
In the shadow of his wings he will hide me
In the shadow of His wings he will hide
deep inside
when the evening curtain falls
it is time
when our words have failed to say
its a sign
In the shadow of your wings I dare to hide
in the shadow of your wings, deep inside....
mmmmmm  mmmmmmm
sleep was the only sanctuary, was a
flower on the water, was the moonlit
ripples as night gathered her stars and her
promises, her indigos and golds.
i wasn't sure where the images would
take me, i could not surrender to them,
or they to me, my soul wrapped memories
into clouds, drifted with them and the
sadness that was the poetry today was
a song with so many myriads of water.
the water that filled with longing,
the water that poured into love.
from my book "and then i returned to you, you my poet of the water."
this, and that,

what good and fine as can be,
may be limited by, in fact,
one bit of both of us acting

as reader one and writer one
assigned to frame a mindform

an aspirant's aim, a mortal hero,
no superior anything, Joe Blow,

Johnny Come Lately, and
Johnny Lunch Pail, and Big Bad John

as a mind user holds self evident
what another holds sacred and undeniable

peace has a rule, least said, soonest mended.

Suffer it to be so, now
fully fected per form re co known,
true rest, debt free, fret free, ready
recognize trust as post warring, after
war reasoning retired, generally,
in peace

knowing using time we share,
my side of the situation produces
peace past understanding we live as part

of something we are reactions to as parts
required to inspire our realization as a whole.

From our marveling minds, we may so wonder
as mankind ever has minds we may open wider
while we are resting, re estimating worths costs

what's it cost to think in English a Hebrew word
a foreign idea, to think in miyn kind classified we

not me, nor you, we ag re spond aghast, what if

this is finished but
for our final faith's polishing touch. A reader.

My dare to say, the way I lived, worked.
My bet if time were today, what I live in;
then we live in it together, rationally balanced

at this previously unthinkable point. Ready

to experience thought slowed to ink speed…

elipses signify, thought pauses to think, read
right to left or up and down or left to right,

front to front, face to face, mirroring mind,
relearn from famous heros, mirroring kind-ness

like me beings shown our premyelinated brain rind,
bring me guile, show me some unprejudged idle word

logical extender of thought you heard said, hermit

hero's… the hidden practically only quiet certainty,

Cartesian or Pascalian, pre trib rapture revelation,
addendum on the end of the narrative, eh,

curses, foiled again… Mighty Mouse, ah,
shoot gee ****, kids

you better eat your Wheaties, be like Bruce,

tangled in a time of thinkable self will power,
dedicated to a timeless sufferage practice
to perfect a performance costing more,

than any other person ever paid, right
at one single point piercing everything

perfectly.
Storywise. Told and retold, to you, your story,

who are you but my audience, or our audience,
as we think during instances of mistaken belief.

The function of the mind, in a verb, by leaving
today the same everywhere right now, belief

can release potential peace, right when lief
as well think of green green moss after rain,

if there be any good, think on that.
Prepose your mind's eye on that goodness,

noticed, mosses and lichens shout bright
reflecting back through our whole being
beauty at the sight, at the action seeing

as today,
where I am, on purpose,
proposing one pastence,
everything everywhere all at once,
now, then

thinkable, in a crazy unsortable
fluid in a bubble, bubble in a foam,

message sent, Peace on Earth.
My parts were often prat falls, but what's a good laugh worth, in time?
Night spreads its dark wings
on a faint path upwards.
Steps climb toward the dark.
The secret cave of the heart
reveals its magic to the dreamer.
Its sapphire mist veils the fikir’s
lamp within.

Along the path the ancient oak’s
strudy branches remain still.
This mountain is a place of silence
where worldly sounds fade to
ghostly whispers.

Here one enters the mist alone
far from the stirring of moonlit
wings. Searching among a thousand
clouds in the half-lightof the unanswered
question : where is eternity along the path
unknown and the courage to search
beyond reality ?
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