Art is a child slinging paint off a brush on canvas ! Happy faces colored with chalk on the driveway ! Water color sunflowers on a bedroom wall , hearts and flowers wrote with an innocent finger in dust on a car hood ! Playing with their food , thinking about tomorrow , borrowing Dads pocket knife , carving first relationships into a Sweetgum Tree ! Get well cards written with crayons ! A sunny scene drawn by a precious little dreamer on a frosted window !

Scatter the ashes that have become steady flesh
Before someone collects them to bury the remains in a false cemetery
Scatter them quickly into the flowing rivers and high up in the skies
I am parallel to their world; I am the closest to death

Ligaments and veins that was once compelling
Supreme yet a puppet to garrulous demons
An artistic treasure box of limited oxygen
Fell victim to powerless witnesses that chose to keep their silence

When our bodies collapse and our hearts expire
Revive my breath with visitations and flowers
Although I am now a river and a turbid sky
I am parallel to your world yet I am right here by your side

n.j.

I was sad at the prospect
                   that we must have a sad ending

I was afraid I would forget
                 the euphoria of us even slightly touching

It was with a heavy heart
                I said the wretched words "goodbye"

But when I look back at it

The sorrow and tears are gone
                 I'm left with cherished memories

Our ending isn't sad
                 our ending is insignificant

Our story is one that will be alive for **centuries

A spellbound audience of one ! Improvisation , effortlessly playing across the surface tension ,  the most beautiful dance a figure skater every performed pales in comparison! Her choreography , calculated movements and sheer determination ! A brief performance , off again to another location , with brilliant locomotion , intricate zig zags , figure eights , interpretive whorls ! Nature created firefly to light night skies , dragonflies to mesmerize !  She was born of creative , splendid imagination and love of all things beautiful , like a musicians perfect score or creative thought penned , scribed upon tranquil water ! A diary
without a conclusion , continuous chapter in a familiar book over quiet stream , eddy and babbling brook !

When the seed
of envy grows
into a big tree,
the fruit is bitter,
and the tea
from the bark
stains your soul
and your poetry.

A poet is a nightingale
Who sits in darkness in the wood

He sings to cheer his solitude
With sweet sounds noone's ever heard




"In His Land of Dreams"

Are you listening?
Lines, bliss, peacing?
Ease, drops
Sky-
Tears stopped dry
Fine binds
Glistens
Earth rise
Mistens
Mind hear you,
Trials tear true
I find you regardless of
Body what minds can do

Bear Creek who did you happen to meet upstream-? A doe with her fawn , stopping by for a morning drink ?  Grandaddy 'possum calling it quits , off to get fifty winks ! My oh my , if your fish could talk ! The things that they see from dawn till dusk ! Garden spiders spinning complicated webs , silver blue Herons standing perfectly still ..Bullfrogs singing at the waters edge , soft shelled turtles rising up for air ! Crayfish bedding in her muddy banks . Butterflies , mud puppies and channel cats ! Goodbye sweet water , flow peacefully home . Through tall Georgia pines , sleepy southern towns ! Sparkle the imagination of all you meet , meandering quietly to the sea !!

I once was hurt with inner suffering, feeling unloved.
I once allow my flesh to guide me in this Journey of mine.
But now I see the Great Miracles happening in my life.
Some how the Holy Spirit heal me quite fast of the colds.
One minute I start to cough , my nose starts to be running .
A few minutes later the cold that I had for 5 minutes is gone.
Making me realize the power that I have through the Holy Spirit.
But its up to me asking the Good Lord to heal the cold.
The more that I spend in his Powerful Word the better that I start to feel.
I am becoming stronger through reading my Savior Word.

I seem to be alone , most of the time here on the earth.
I have gotten great support through here and Facebook.
My friends have life of their own to live here on earth.
My family as well has lives of their own too here.
God has renewal my strength here lately revealing.
That there is a season for every single thing here.
I was blinded by believing that I been rejected here.
Now I know that once I get to heaven up above.
That I shall be surrounded by many loving people.

I met so many wonderful people here on the earth.
I really want to see them all in heaven way above.
For they all were wonderfully Awesome people.
I been so very Blessed by all of these people in my life.
All that I can say is that I am so thankful for them.
So all that I can do is keep praying for all of them.
I had so many people in my life that I am thankful for.
They all had caring hearts for other people here.
So all that I can do is pray that I see them in heaven.