Several seagulls dance across the sky
Weaving in between the clouds as
The glowing red Sun begins its descent.

Hovering atop the sand, she
Points her toes and executes a
Grand Jete

The last of the Sun’s rays light up
Her flowing crimson skirt.

Do you see what I see?

The beauty of Nature'a scenery
Inexplicably...
Grand,
Majestic,
Unable to be captured
By any camera or painting,
Technology cannot compete,
Cannot be that advanced
To imitate the sacred scene before me.
The human mind perceives and tries to store but even then will it fade to a vague memory
The essence of being in the moment
The wondrous awe
So inspirational, no words can do it justice
No painting can ever be that grand
Be close to that divine mystery of the moon before me
And the stars that beckon
The slowly receding daylight and over it, a deeper darker blue of a night sky that disappears in a split second.
This in-the-moment wonder
Captured in the people we meet
For the split but fleeting second of pure ******* emotion.
People see what I see
They have seen it many times over
Taken for granted
Never taking a moment to breathe once again and be dazzled for a second, third, fourth, hundredth time.
No time to appreciate,
No patience to stand still and see,
Of all the people , me, the busy body, the over thinker
The nonrisk taker
Of all the people to see , I was blessed to appreciate this wondrous beauty before
Religion faith values,
All stores in the beauty that is created whether by a hand or a random event
This is the portrait I wish to paint on every Wall house building
Paint it on every person so they can see what I see
The potential, the grace
The wisdom that the sky contains--

Do you see what I see?

A sky that is , regardless of whatever everyone thinks--believes--it should be
How it was made .
Truth.
Desire to know all
When all it takes is to breathe
And look up, to get lost.

Lost forever.

I want to believe in fairy tales
I want to believe in glass slippers
And happily ever after's
I want to believe in prince charming's
And the slaying of dragons
I want to believe in magic
And all that comes with it
I want to believe evil queens
And poison red apples
I want to believe in fairy god mothers
And true loves first kiss
I want to believe in everything
Dreams are made of...

This oak tree
Stands so tall,
It’s so thick, it can stand against
Any windstorm, at any day
Wind is all that comes out your mouth

I’ve got nothing on you
Nor do you on me.
If you claim me, keep me.
If you don’t, set me free.

This oak tree
Moves with grace.
It moves and sways to the breeze.
Its branches, arms in the air,
Move to the sound of hallelujah

I’ve got nothing on you
Nor do you on me.
If you claim me, keep me.
If you don’t, set me free.

& you just keep breaking me.
I just wish your love was stable,
& I wish your love was free.
Cut the oak tree down
So fast &hard; that others hear.
A million could.
If you’re going to build a cabin,
At least have a foundation,
Or just turn me into firewood.
& burn it like our bridges.

But this oak tree
Doesn’t say much,
It doesn’t say anything at all
It has nothing to say to you

I’ve got nothing on you
Nor do you on me.
If you claim me, keep me.
If you don’t let me be free.
Let me be me.

XXIV

Let the world’s sharpness, like a clasping knife,
Shut in upon itself and do no harm
In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,
And let us hear no sound of human strife
After the click of the shutting. Life to life—
I lean upon thee, Dear, without alarm,
And feel as safe as guarded by a charm
Against the stab of worldlings, who if rife
Are weak to injure. Very whitely still
The lilies of our lives may reassure
Their blossoms from their roots, accessible
Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer,
Growing straight, out of man’s reach, on the hill.
God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.

I pledge my absolute blind-faith and non-wavering allegiance
to the Flag and the totalitarian, oligarchic Viertes ***** (fourth Kingdom) for which it stands,
one nation wholly divided in any and all ways conceivable,
hell bent on Global Military-Socioeconomic Conquest in the name of the same God as our enemies
with liberty and justice for those who can afford it (Read: the excruciatingly wealthy).

Who said that love was fire?
I know that love is ash.
It is the thing which remains
When the fire is spent,
The holy essence of experience.