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fuzzy denizens of desert
strange, unearthly, every one
they wake up softly to the morning
reaching up to find the sun

saguaros, huge, regal, majestic
silent in their special ways
pincushions the size of quarters
brush protect from the sun's rays

from the blazing heat of noontime
to the freezing winter's gloom
these living jewels survive the onslaught
even burgeoning with blooms!

looking out from my front porch there
I see a bird who's home is made
within the side of a saguaro
within its chicks get warmth and shade

I see beavertail and golden barrel
mammalaria in special pots
lining up along the ledges
of where I sit, my favorite spot

before the sun has even risen
this is my safe and holy place
then i feel the creeping warmth
of the sun upon my face

this is where I worship singing
though the neighbors find it odd
this is where I thank my Maker
this is where I talk to God



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/11/2016

I get this feeling
That I've been here before
Knocking and a knocking
On this same old door
No one ever answers
The ringing of the bell
I've got something I want to say
And no ones here to tell
I went and found a window
Took a look inside
Saw myself in a looking glass
From the other side
Everything was backwards
My left side was my right
And where the sun shines on my head
Inside it was night
I found I was walking backwards
Going back to from where I came
Even though I had been before
Nothing looked the same

A crowd grew up before me
But I was still alone
I saw all the familiar faces
Of people that I've never known

Then I was gone
Right before my eyes I was gone
No-one stood before me
No-one who was there
No-one in the looking glass
And noone really cares
No-one hears me knocking
And noone never comes
No-one must realize
That I am noone