When no one is different and we all are treated the same. When everyone has the same chances. When there is no hunger or want and no one has more than another. When our children play safely with each other and there is no separation or division between us. When one person does not judge another and no one oppresses another, perhaps then we will be living in a perfect world.

In between two great mountains, there is a small cleft of green. From high peaks where snow drifts melt at the coming of spring, cold water flows down into the open spaces below, down to where the Beavers play and the lilies of the valley grow. The grass sprouts up lush and green in meadows next to swift flow streams. Pools where dams are built of fallen trees give the ducks and otters a place to play. Deer graze on the new green stems of tender greenery as they lazily wile the day away. All of this surrounded by majestic mountains that stand as ancient sentinels that hide the beauty in a secret valley that seems another world away.

Time comes for all things. For everything there is a season. Life ebbs and flows through times of peace and times of turmoil. Sometimes we must endure long spells of trial to enter into a place of rest. In all things, there is hope. Even in the darkest hours, light can be found. Focus on what you can do and let the rest be left to tomorrow. Look to accomplish your best and in due season, you shall see goals accomplished and good things come to pass.

When we have fallen, an unseen hand will pick us up. When we are unsure, a still small voice will reassure us. When we have lost hope, a guide will lead us in the right way. When we ask why, sometimes we must simply trust and go on. Though none knows all of the answers nor can anyone person know the whole mystery, in Gods mercy we will always find what we need.

Rivers run and wear away the rock until canyons come to be. Glaciers push forward and slowly melt away, as the sun rises and sets on them. An Acorn is planted in the ground and a mighty Oak comes to be, only a flicker of time has passed for the seed. The world turns and the seasons pass, but change seems slow to come. In reverent prayer we seek answers, but they seem like they will never come. Then as the spring surely follows the winter, flowers bloom with renewed beauty. In these things we see that all things happen in Gods time.

On a path that is straight and narrow, I will attempt to walk. Through valleys and dry places I will seek to go. Though I may stumble and fall, he will pick me up. I will follow the steps he has put before me as a guide. In his word I will be steadfast, to his calling I will adhere. Being brave in my convictions as I go. Not wavering though death shall overtake me. I will follow Jesus, in his footsteps I will go.

In his will I will be tested. In his will I will face trials. In his will I shall over come. In his will I will find safe haven. In his will I will know triumph. In his will I shall find guidance. In his will I will be made as gold and silver purified in the fire. In his will all things will be possible. In Gods will I shall prevail and receive comfort and in the end a crown. So though I must walk a straight path and sometimes stumble, I know that I will find forgiveness and loving kindness in his will.

Dew drops fall upon radiant skin, as the morning light breaks the horizon. I lay between supple breast content in lifes rapture. After the veil of night wrapped us in it's shroud, our passion was as a brief burning star. Now that I have walked in your fertile garden and planted a seed, I am comforted in your arms. Skin on skin our bodied share a radiant glow. All of my burdens have melted away and you are now my only desire. In a few brief moments, we have torn down all barriers and you have become the vessel of our future. So as I lay with you, I listen to you breathe as life takes hold from heated passion, as the morning gives way to day, all I know is that I am where I long to be, simply in love with you.

I look into your eyes and my heart melts. I hold your hand and the cares of the world fade away. I listen to you talk for hours about nothing at all and suffer an emptiness when I must be away from you. I see no imperfections for you have no flaws. I only see radiance and the gentleness of your soul. You have broken the worst of me and brought out the best in me. I am helpless before you as a tender tree in a summer storm. I only long to be with you and to hold you from now until times end. I have come to understand that I can never find another perfect love such as the one that I now have in my life.

In my closet, I have racks of clothes. Some of them I can't wear and some I don't even know where they are from. I clean it out yearly, but much to my surprise, it fills back on it's own, I swear the clothes just multiply. So this year I will do something different than I did last spring. When the weather changes I will get rid of everything. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I have quiet an ingenious plan. I will just by a whole new wardrobe and then I can begin again. I can keep track of my clothing and it won't have a chance to multiply. So I must get started cleaning for a new wardrobe I can buy.

In a quiet place surrounded by tall fences in view of inviting shade trees, I sit down with my hands deep in the dark earth arranging a bed of flowers. Each one is different and yet in some ways the same. Each has it's own color and fragrance, yet all need water, love and sunlight. Weeds must be plucked up so that the flowers may blossom. All of the plants bring me joy but it requires work to help them grow. Some flowers are only for decoration and others have a special use. They may bear herbs for cooking or be used to make someone well. As in my garden so it is in life. People need encouragement and care in order to develop and grow. If we each take care of others as I do my garden, then all people could live in harmony and what a beautiful place the world would be.

My blood runs black and blue through my body. It pulses in and out of every fascet of my being. My emotions, my desires, my hopes and my fears. They want to escape into being through my hand and into my pen. A whole torrent of ideas waiting to expand beyond the horizon of my imagination. Something born in me, not something learned. The sharing of my essence with all who care to read. To those who dare to dream and hope for more. Visions of other places and thoughts of being. It flows in my veins, it is part of who I am .

When I fail and fall on my knees. When I show that I cannot stand alone. When I am at my lowest point, that is when God works through me. In my weakness, he becomes strong. In my meekness he shows his courage. In my times of doubt, he shows his faithfulness. When I stand still, he moves around me. In all of this, he is glorified.

Drinking from a cup of lust, trying to satisfy her fire, she craves passion and intimacy. You can get hypnotized by her eyes or the movement of her body, her form screams take me even in the dark. Be cautious of her ways, she will consume your strength to satisfy her needs. She is only secure when you hold her near and will not let you breathe, for her need to be filled is so great. Such passion burns like a thousand candles, she scorches the soul of her lovers. She is need incarnate, she is a wild creature, she is insatiable.

Ships fly to distant stars as DNA strands twist in the wind. Cities rise on Red desert plains, as two moons rise in a Green sky. No one is without their senses and taking flight is as easy as speaking the word and off you go. Animals can speak to us and we no longer need to do them harm. The air is clear as it was on the first day. Oh what imagination can create, if only we can translate the miracles into our reality.

Cogs turn and wheels spin, the machine moves forward. People come and then they go, but the machine moves forward. Each decade passes and no one knows who runs the machine. it is so vast that connecting to the operator is almost impossible. The parts run in an orderly manner, as the machine moves forward as a set pace, but no one knows who sets the pace. The machine extracts life from the people who are in the mechanism, and it moves forward. When one person wears out, that person is simply replaced with a new one and the machine moves forward. What the machines purpose is no one really knows, all that is known is that it must continue on, for if the machine stops then the fear is great that things will end. For so long, people have been inside the machine that it's true purpose has been forgotten. So the cogs turn and the wheels spin and the nameless faceless machine consumes yet more resources and more people to keep itself going forward. The machine must go on.

Sitting on the surf washed sand looking out into the deep blue water. I ponder for a moment the quest I am about to make. Into the waves on my board pushing over the tops of white curls. Each one rises and falls tipping towards the sky and then dropping you into a rift. Onward I push until I sit far off shore and the beach looks like a thin line on the horizon. Waiting for my moment, I sit anxiously, as one wave then another rolls by. I look back and see the curl waiting to sweep me up then off I go into the pipe! Surrounded by thundering water and pounding surf, I cut and glide in and out of the oceans grasp! Looking for the perfect ride inside the pipe of water, holding my breath as I feel the rush! On to the beach, getting ever closer, as I seek to master the wave. Lost in a small span of time, bending and twisting with the wave as I seek the ride of my life! Then it is over as quickly as it began, the rush fades and I paddle out into the unknown waiting for the next wave that will carry me inside the pipe once again.

Now comes the parade of litigators with degrees in hand. The legal counsel that works behind the scenes. Deals are cut and cases are shuffled around the court house as lives are taken apart unless you can afford the price of justice. The grist wheel turns grinding the bodies into the system like so much pulp. The poor are the victims of the injustice that purports to be blind, while in truth it rushes to judgement and has empty beds to fill in the prisons that dot the landscape. The police roam the streets like so many big game hunters, each looking to fill their quota. While politicians line their pockets with funds derived from the misery they sell, filling jail beds and taking kickbacks from their corporate overlords who profit off of the labor in the prison factories, where slavery is legalized and condoned by the system that says it is blind and fair. While a person fights for the right to be recognized as a person again, the victim is forgotten by the system that does little to console those who have lost so much, with loved ones torn away by violence and ****** into jails or the grave leaving poverty and want in the wake of the process, thus repeating a never ending cycle that no one really wants to end, lest the truth be told that justice is truly blind, but not to the impartiality as one would suppose, but by the gold and silver that is heaped at the feet of lady justice that will corrupt judgment and look the other way for a price.

I saw love one day in a way I had never known. Such was the personal sacrifice that my heart felt as if it would break. With eyes full of tears I met the gaze of the innocent as he was persecuted without cause. From his sacrifice, I saw what love could,truly be. Because of this, I chose to follow him. Inspired by love you see.

Two souls bound as one. Two bodies as one flesh. Two lives woven to each other, separated only by death. Strings that bind with passion and commonality. All things joined and apart. Love, life and laughter intricate parts of the same puzzle. Lovers, friends and individuals each part of the other. A relationship complex and yet simple. Two people intertwined.

I go into my mind to escape the bland world around me. I fade in to the crawl space of my inner self. Falling into nooks and crannies of the deepest reaches of my soul, I look in the shadows to find secrets that I have kept even from myself. The demons that I do not want to face. The unholy pleasures that I dare not imagine. In these moments I lose my inhibitions and put out the light that exist in the soul. I swim in the ink black sea of what I dare not become. The version of myself that longs for the dark places where I no longer care what I have done.

King's rise and fall, tyrants plunder and ****. Nation's make war and have peace. History is filled with those who think they have the divine right to rule . In truth there are those who take and those who create. Those who take hate freedom and want to enslave those who create. In the end of it all, we are no better or worse, because death comes to us all.

The bouquet was thrown and the cake was cut, away we went on the honeymoon. Joy and bliss soon gave way to what is this, you fixed for my supper. Surprise and wonder of love had worn off. Now all that I have is work in my thoughts. She sits at home and watches TV all day and waits for me to get home and talk about my day. Then 6 months in oh what a surprise, the test she said with a glint in her eyes. Oh no please don't say, yes a baby is on the way. I thought marriage would be days of love and bliss, nobody ever prepared me for this. Now hormones begin to kick in, I can do nothing and oh not that again. She can't fit into her clothes. She looks at me like that and I have to lie, no you don't look fat. The tears flow for no reason at all, perhaps I will give her mother a call? Now I can't decide, should I make the call or commit suicide? As the joyous day gets near, I realize that I was never prepared for our first year.

The light of the sun comes down in chutes of gold as it finds it's way between the branches of giants. The ancient trees stand as sentinels reaching to the sky and marking time of everything that happens around them. Lesser plants adorn the forest floor and share space as each reaches for the golden rays of light. Ferns sit side by side with Blueberry plants as they grow silently in the shadow of the trees. Well worn trails can be seen between the sparse vegetation running between the might trees too and froe. If you sit on a rock and watch quietly, you may catch a glimpse of a fawn drinking from a cool stream as it winds it's way through a gully or rocky bed onward to the sea. A few moments in the heart of nature gives a soul perspective and lets you relate to how much a part of the world you really are.

In the garden sweat flowed as blood. In the garden the son of man was tried. In the garden the final prayers were said. In the garden where Jesus fate was decided. In the garden the fathers will was done. In the garden, mortal failings were conquered and salvations victory won.

Dressed in frills with bodices and lace, covered in jewels and fine linens. Courtiers mingle and know there place as a grand charade beings. Polite in their tone with knives in their sleeves, each one sharp as a vipers fang. Walking a fine line of political intrigue, ever careful of who they offend. Taking care to mark their own place, offering compliments to betters and being weary of those who court their favor, for betrayal is one gossip away. All is pretense and theater as the hierarchy occasionally changes  on a political whim. In favor one second and returned to utter seclusion the next, one can never tell which way the royal interest will go. All is illusion and part fantasy as the reality of courtier life is played out in a constant chess game of pawns and royal players as life unfolds in the Kings Court.

Walk carefully and mind yourself, for you are in a place where winged creatures fly and breathe fire. Mighty roars echo off of mountains and through out canyons. Rivers run deep and scaled creatures swim in them leaving havoc in their wake. Empty caves are filled with colorful scales where a dragon spent time shedding it's skin. All things seem to be an illusion, until something with a spiked tail, rips the trees in front of you apart. Truly you go flush and see terror, only to hear a playful laugh, at the dragon toys with you for fun, then flies away to find other amusement. You are more of a curiosity than a meal, as you would equate a bite of a snack. You shudder and come to know this is real, you are the land of dragons.

The world is ripe to harvest but the workers are few. The lost are wandering with no direction. Some feel as they must go abroad to find work to do, but all that is needed is to look outside your front door. The mission of salvation is not a great and marvelous thing. To simply speak of kindness and of the sacrifice that was made. To show mercy and give hope to those who are in desperate need. The purpose of working is to sew a few seed. When hope is given and takes root, salvation bears fruit many fold, then another comes to harvest souls to eternal life. The field in need of the harvesting and the workers are yet too. The sun is setting and there is still so much left to do.

Dawn comes and I feel you stir beside me. I feel the warmth of your body as I slowly wake from a lovers dream. I the first golden rays sunlight, I see your form. The faint shadows of night caress you as the   light outlines your body. I lay quietly beside you and treasure a stolen moment of contentment. I watch the light as it blends with shadow to accentuate every curve of your body. I hear your every breath and sigh as you slowly come to life. I revel in your touch as you lay close to me. I pray for this perfect moment to never end, as I capture a glimpse of heaven in the morning light.

When day break comes and the nights shadows begin to fade, I awaken by your your side. I gently stir and look to see your there, I watch the suns first rays shine off of your hair. I lay silently and listen to you breathe. I want to touch you and know your real and that this is not a dream. I watch you until you slowly rise from a peaceful nights sleep. I look on as you begin to move and I wonder if this is still a dream. The form of your body glows in the morning light. I simply sit and watch my love and know that all things are right.

As I awake lying beside you, I see the rays of the sun break the horizon. I look at the shadows as they begin to fade. I see the image of you beside me, you are cast in a golden silhouette as you lay quietly. I want to just reach out and touch you, but you are too beautiful to disturb. So for the moment, I will simply watch the vision of love that has been painted for me in the morning light.

When the darkness falls and the shades of evening surround me, I will consider his word and steadfastly meditate upon it. When the cold of the night cuts through me, I will seek out his wisdom and his spirit to comfort me. When the heart of the night surrounds me and the stars begin to fade, I will hold fast to his hand and stand upon his promises. In the night watch I will wait upon the lord, even until the morning shall come and renew me.

My guts are wrenching and I feel sick. I want to heave up what is inside me, but I did not consume it. The thing that is causing me such pain was forced upon me. It was slammed into my guts and hit me hard. Like the force of a sledge hammer I was doubled over. You told me that you would love me forever then you tore that love away. Now I am left with the unsavory pain of the loss you forced upon me. I want to get it out, but my soul is torn asunder. My heart is wounded and I am bleeding on the inside. Like a demon born of hell, these feelings tear at my insides. I cannot stop the pain or exercise the evil that has possessed me. So for now I will just lay here and quietly writhe in pain as I find a way to cope with the devastation you have placed upon me.

In the sand I sink my toes. In the sand I feel alive. In the sand I gather warmth. In the sand I build my dreams. Though the castles I make will shift and fade. In the sand is where my life is made.

Under the shadow of his holy mountain I shall seek my rest. Beside the still waters I shall refresh my soul. In meditation in the night watch, I shall remember his word. My soul shall seek the secret places where the most high dwells. Though I must walk across the barren waste, or climb the highest mountain, I shall seek after the refuge that is the lord.

The fog is rising from the meadows and the birds are beginning to sing. The sun is still below the horizon and the haze still hangs over head. The flowers are still asleep, waiting for the days first rays of sun. In these still moments before the world is awake, I find a quiet time to reflect and renew my spirit. I draw on the solitude and beauty of a new day, before it is lost to the rest of the world.

Let the voices of the children rise, let them sing. Let the new generation see with new eyes. Let the walk in the streets and join hands in unity. Let that was old be forgotten and let a new way be found. Let the light of unity shine bright. From out of the ashes of division let a new world be born. Let them dance in the streets and rejoice as all become as one.

Blue with in Blue like deep water from the ocean. A spirit like crashing waves, she will draw you in. The eyes are the window to the soul and into her eyes you will go, lost as a ship at sea. You will forget who you are and why you are here. All that you will know is that you cannot turn away for to do so would chance that she would disappear. So you look into her eyes and refuse to breath, hoping to capture the moment and make it last forever so that this feeling of love will never be lost.

They say its noon, but with my curtains drawn the light doesn't hurt so much. I like the darkness, I can just lie here. I feel numb, but last night I was alive, at least I think I was. The clock ticks like thunder, I look at it on the wall mocking me. In and out of sleep I slip, in some kind of weird trippy dream. Is it night yet, can I get up and see the stars. No the suns still up, dam it! My head feels like it will explode if the sun doesn't go down, the darkness is stale, I want to open the window so I can get some cool night air, but the sun won't go down. Tick Tock goes the mocking clock. I slip back into a comatose state. The drugs don't really help, but I can't tell through the haze. The doctors say I am doing well, but I am just slipping into the abyss waiting for the sun to go down.

My mind slips out of consciousness as I lay on the bed with a needle in my arm. Down down the rabbit hole I go, not knowing where the journey will end. I slip past the realm of reality and visions find me, nightmares to some and salvation to others, who can really know what they will find on a trip like this? I am lost in the black pit of my own soul. My demons fight and claw at me as I go on my journey. Each time I descend into the abyss, I take one step closer to the edge. How long can I continue down this path? How much longer can I live this way? No one really knows for sure, but I have let the Jeannie out of the bottle and now I am not sure I can put it back. So I will lay here as I become numb and cold, as my heart races and my breathing becomes shallow. I will fall into the darkness, in the hope that I can find an escape from myself.

I roll my eyes back into my head. I look to see what is back there. I stare into a mirror looking into my image for hours trying to see if I am the same person I was yesterday? I tried meditating to find my inner self, but all I saw was a sign that said closed for renovation. So here I sit reading a self help book hoping someone else has seen inside of me. Perhaps I should just walk around naked until the true me show up to tell me to put my clothes back on.

I have traveled through life and I have seen many things. I have been to many places and met many people. Though I have never done one great thing, I have given of myself. I have tried to leave kindness everywhere I have gone. Some might think this trivial, but I think it has it's worth. Forest don't come prepackaged neither does a world change overnight. Sometimes you aren't called on to be a great hero, just to be kind to someone in need. Giving a glass of water or simply sitting and listening to a persons troubles is sometimes all that is needed. When a troubled soul is at peace, then hope can begin to grow. With each person helped as I walked down the road. I did nothing extraordinary, I just filled a need. It was really nothing at all, I only planted seeds.

I put seed into the ground and planted a few trees. I tended the space and watched the vegetables, trees and flowers grow. I then invited my neighbors to come join me. All were welcome, no matter where they were from . I let them pick what they needed and be on their way. While they were there, I saw them begin to talk. Each person spoke to another about many things. They all saw that they had problems in common. Each time they came, they grew a little closer and soon my garden became a place where community was formed and barriers were torn down. All of this was possible, because I took the time to plant a garden.

The grass flows down into meadows like a stream of Emeralds. It shimmers in the early morning mist as the sun breaks through the fog. The dew glistens like Diamonds on the trees and the flowers that open up to meet the new day. In echoes off of the side of high mountains you can hear the sweet serenade of many an Irish maid. With voices that could make an angel cry, they sing songs of life and laughter. Embracing the old land as they walk barefoot over the cool earth on their way to what ever task is at hand. Such is the heart of the old people who were born on the Emerald Isle. Such is the love in the heart of Ireland.

I resolve to learn from my mistakes. I resolve to forgive and to try not to hate. I resolve to seek Justice and not revenge. I resolve to try to be a better friend. I resolve to show more kindness and love. I resolve to try to be more like God above.

Wheels tracks and long guns covered by drab paint. Roaring with the sound of thunder as they clank along their way. Spewing forth fire and lead as they drive fear into the hearts of men. Across broken fields cut with furrows then fertilized with blood. Yet no crops are planted ,only The Souls of mortal men. See the Riders hidden Within told to go forth as Angry Men. Driven to wage war against their brother to cause grief and sorrow to father and mother. Now comes there fiery end as dragons breaths break. For Thunderbolt spiral down upon them as if to fall from Olympus Great Heights. So the iron cages of War become tombs and coffins for those that lie Within. So at lasts all that is left is death in burning fiery Graves of metal wrapped around the lives of the men that went forward in the iron horses of War.

I saw a blue bird today. As blue as a Saphier the bird flew by. In a landscape that had gone dreary and Grey a splash of spring came my way. Landing on a fence post the bird just looked around, like a painted fixture out of place . I did not wonder why the bird came by, I only know that I had found unique beauty in a dark winter scape.  Like joy you find in a morning sunrise, after a night of rain. My soul was lifted up in knowing beauty has not left the world around me.

I looked into a shaded alley and I saw a shadow hovering there. A chill ran down my spine, I wasn't sure what it was. Could it have been a piece of my imagination coming out from my sub conscience, or just a rogue shadow cast by something I did not notice. Though I cannot be sure with great certainty, I do believe that the shadow was watching me.

Walking among autumn leaves vibrant with every color. Wind swept hair as red as the setting sun. A form as graceful as a deer running through a meadow. A smile as shy as a Morning Glory. My heart was taken from me without so much as a sound, when I saw an angel looking at me. I knew that heaven was the poorer for the beauty that it had lost, but I was brought to paradise when she looked my way and chose me to share her love.

I was out walking when I saw an old woman. She was walking with a cane. When I started to speak to her, I saw that as he had a child by the hand . she was comforting the little one and telling them it would be ok. I was looking at the news just the other day,when I saw the most amazing thing. Children were out singing at an old folks home, and took the time to pray. I could swear that in the back ground I saw an old woman but this time she had no cane. She just looked at me and smiled, then in a blink, she was gone from the scene. Though I can't prove it, I'm sure she was an angel, even though I never saw her wings.