Today felt uneventful and misused,
I wish it could have been better,
I woke and cooked and theorized.
How ever I read and learned
reminding myself of what is important,
having to keep reminding myself about what is useful.
Looked up the scientific terms
for the tattoos I have behind my ears,
found some meaning in what they represent again.
The aries sign for (ovis aries) the sheep and
the taurus sign for bos taurus the 'cow' — I think therefore I believe what is meant to be always come through & usually does —
the cattle we keep and tend to,
the beings that are on this earth with us..
they are valuable and how we learn about them is
insightful, the writing on about the subject
may get boring but it's part of what my life's spirit cares for..
The sheep have me stumped  — wondering for
the image of it in what values account,
about the lamb is one of the sacred,
the young sheep which we call a lamb is signified as fragile and innocent, a hooved creature that makes a 'ba' sound
Where as the Cow, bull, cattle  — Taurus, has the impression
of something strong and well disciplined.
It's an odd thing to choose,
to have written behind my ears,
I got the tattoos years ago wondering
why I chose to have the symboled runes,
I'll remove them when I can.
Even though the answer is very simple,
may be the most important land creatures to rely on..
they seem to take over my evenings thoughts,
I think I may have saved my day.
Thinking about this kind way

The 'Ye' in literature is a complex thought,
without the length of compiled letters.
The sentiment is known as You & Yours,
without the complexity of thee.

The alphabetical series of characters has value,
also read the letters K to Z.
The ones in the beginning are basic and lightening,
as those that follow explain kingdoms and 'might'.

'Ye' please just be,
I'd rather choose a truer tone.
A sound that captures every xylophone,
so every note can be sung along.

The stream of ever-grass grows,
unknown to the smallest creatures
the vixens and the rabbits visit some,
whenever the world stops turning 'round
the youthful days grow long and age,
my mirth and carefree wrinkles stay the same

there's a spirit that stays with me
two entirely and I remember
when there was a different memory
I could not dwell on or it hurts my heart
I know not to draw on those few moments too much

for a thousand years or more there's life this being
comes and goes the promise of more is saddening

there's a love that is there and it's almost as if
my fingertips could brush the dust of years forgotten
a case of amnesia, a mind of jumbled up phrases
the kindness of a smile, the silence of the night
the chance to know more about every day of my life

to live on and on
to save and protect
to write and re-write

... I ask for simply the truth.

The bottom of your ear
does it connect or not?
There's a saying somewhere
it says that it doesn't matter
I think it's connected
thinking about my earlobes and genetics
or the biblical knight's fighting ferritic

the hymns that play,
in my mind's relay
remind & sway
virtue to the way


without reminder
of thy melodies
what would be
forgotten ..

a young girl longs for the flames of her soul
burning and yearning to touch
        a                                   whole.
light                ­                 be
    that                      to
             illuminates

Missed the fishing reel
Felt the wind blow

  Living with the saddle and  
campgrounds and staying afloat

Different from the long time rest

                      Only for casting right ..

          A lake simple enough for my heart.

The woven way a story is told
A calm before the storm
Or a bright light on a Warm walk, little is known to rush forlorn
Evening breaks the width of a stick

But a flow of a shirt or hem or line
Brings forth the underwing of a blossoms site, more than what the iris can hold

But little to what the eye can see
Nuisance in delight and for longing in the pattern of the way it falls or rests in the same instance as the other
Never too floral or too faint

But in the right substance more than you know
Ever bending just in time to show what you care for and what you don’t fully see

Whatever is most felt by the hand or the cheek and less than what a mind can read
For the feeling of it is what matters

it looks as though a new home will be home
as a dandelion changes so does the seasons

leaving my families abode
may have the real reason

to stay in a place that is welcome.

We weren't born from
an estranged time
we were born with
our hearts and our pride
we do not stuff out flames
but rise for protection
we were not mind washed
in school but taught to listen
we do not use for our
own understanding but for humane

We are more than lines
and borders or boundaries, connected
we are united as a cause
to stay together in peace
we are here
we are hope
we are home.

Chrome
Lumensent
Paint, please.
Remembrencé

I'm sorry to be writing on you.
I know the indentions
can be tough
Will sombré be enough.

Vines grow
In distinct forms
In a life Everleading
For written meaning
With tombs everleading
Strife forms meaning
With undergrowth  ♡
                             is bright
Lyme
Tyme
Substance
Constance
Mother's true time.

It feels strange
will -- forward is real
meadows, glance
a time understood.

Where in the world
have the owls flown off to
not a single one in view

Evidence of a strange encounter
in light of another side
live on for it, forward

Soap and dip in tune
Love and laughter needed
for a simpler light's hue

Little lost things
in a sea of hope
staying for scalings
of the modern write

Under the tables
and in between the light
a house is in comfort
for tomorrow's light

Crisp summer dusk
with names unturned
living in dust
for life's return

The sourness hasn't set in
I hope it never does
We want to keep the light
For the summer isn't old

Winter in my sight
Numbers for the time
Letters for our hero's
And more life for the rhymes

Happiness lasts in bursts of motif
Feelings stay in the month of May
January starts the love of a journey
As likeness is a muse to the loud quietness of the seasons — for November to June

scarf for the winter
sweater for the fall

a sock on the ground
two shirts over shorts

and a towel for the morn'

We just wanna stay where we are
normally functioning
unwistfully listening
Level willed to the earth

Ladders incompletely climbing
in front of stairs that seem
impossible to walk on, sometimes
This tundras just in our minds

We seal the deal
underneath wandering times
not invoking questioning ones
Simply staying in a room

In a group homeliness is tired to find
work in short hours of the day
in the long late ones of the night
we'll stay crisp in the trying times

underneath the lines that others
pronounce towards each other
we do not want to bander
instead we try to work together

On coure;

I go to some meetings
they are meant to help

but all I feel like is a scope
of a presence coming through

a following of all the lives
that people live to them selves

coming out in the open
weighing down everyone's own individual loan

You told me a lie
that I used to live by
now I know the truth
and there's no rock to steady
me, in my trembling boots

I do not know my mother
I do not know my father
how do I find the strength
to stop my shaking breath

Do I live a lie
or be a sacrifice?

I feel like I am drowning
going deeper and deeper
no oxygen to save me
just the smoke at the end

I feel like drowning
there's no light for me now
only the shallows
where the predators prowl

I am drowning
it's my last attempt to swim
but my arms are tired
and someone stole my fin

Thin band wrapping around your wrist
Daring to cut off the circulation
Its embodiment feels safe and bliss
Never wanting to part from combination

Have not dared to find the knife
That knows my final intention
I could never truly be yours
With my lonely condition

Maybe today will be better
maybe, those don't define your every move, you believed.

You wake in the hours before light
remembering a ghost
from a dream.

You wake up in spite
beside kryptonite
"nothing is as it seems".

What do the inklings mean?

The small whispers:
That stay in the air,
Move with the breeze.

Where do they come from?
What do they mean?

I fell, we see, I'm for you.
What do they mean?

The small inklings...

In now we seek
a loving sound
to breathe in
the louder crowd

Careful step
worthy hound
universal love
for gone, is too proud

A small bundle
do not prowl
for you shall mark
a beautiful scowl

In madness seems
a cruel tone
so we say
you're sweet and cold

You must climb down
to really see the beauty
of the hidden wonder

in that town
just a kiss
from the canyon

holds the most majestic
Aqua-filled fall
of streaming water

you shrink when you see it
incapable, small
to the grandiosity

a place where water flows
a place so normal
and yet begs to not be seen

In the bottom of the canyon
lies a dream of an aquamarine

the lost love of the sea.

I want to be moved
Day to day
To revel
To  weep
Even in strangers conceit

But why can’t the thing that moves me just be my own two feet?

You showed me there was more than the labyrinth
more than the cold still waters,
           the ripples

In a love so intense,
   I saw your past self
        your present
and who you could be



but why could I see this in you and not see it in me?

We sang
And laughed
And drank the wine

Without knowing tomorrow’s lines...

So serene, in lying wake.

So close, to the end of days.

Another year, meant to weather.

Thank you my bouquet friend, my reforming lover.

Let's do tests
On Frankensteins body
& be fearless
Let's cut up body's
Like Jennifer did
Let's make it scary
For all the kids
Halloween's around the corner
Like that horror show man
It's time to warn her
About the monsters under her bed

I feel vague
This space between
cracks and breaks
The future rules my present
state, living for the day
Overshadows – the great wait
My heart in being, truly living
It all feels a billion light years away

You sit by the screen
Waiting for life's demean
I come to stay
To show you a way
As the hours go by
I hope to keep you by my side
You don't look to the past
Just hold fast
These beautiful days
So mother you can still say
All the things we need to hear