sweet blue rain
fill up
an
old pair of shoes
at
the
edge of
a dusty road
in
Tupelo, Mississippi

A lion may roar,
While the wind whispers,
And who can understand the leaves?

Nature creates a symphony...
It is up to you to find the beat.

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Two souls meet.
One is blue, the other red.
One is bright and jittery,
The other darker and slower-moving.

But they meet, and a curious thing happens.
They start spinning together, intertwining in a column, shooting up.
And what they create is... beautiful.
Synergy.

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Sitting at the river
toes splashing greedily
taking the late afternoon sun
and absorbing it into my skin
my color like bronzed caramel
my sun-streaked hair
flowing freely down my back
a warm breeze brings the smell
of vanilla and jasmine
the scent is sweet and inviting
tiny fish darting in and out
of the shallow depths
a calm and peaceful place
as the sun heads
to other side of the world
I wouldn't trade this place
for all the gold in the world

I  see the rocks outside my window,
A wall of impenetrable stone.

The water falls from the clouds and rushes down the rocks,
Hitting leaves on the way.

The tropical green leaves contrast with the earthy black stone...
Beauty comes in many colors, sounds, and is not always what one thinks it to be.

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The water swirls and whirls,
With calm spots scattered amongst the rushing rest.

Such is life.

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The liquid light embedded on my cortex
and I was lingering on the precipice of the
voices that shined so brightly within.

Burning there thoughts deeper into my
subconscious like butterflies wings
scorching on ever moment of intention

I'm a moment of conflicting interests
and i sway from the light to the twilight
places the voices take me there in silence.

Light gave itself to the blind
(forming the tones of a rainbow
in front of their souls)
but they did not know it
and being scared and scarred
by many a sound or touch
in their eternal night
forced on them in simplest
evilest waves of rain
(and choruses of thunder)
they rejected the perspective
forever in their halls of shadow
each one separately dwelling
on cold stones of time
with wheel spinning round
the world as explicitly
as the moon and the sun

Then when the Light left
in search for open shores
they felt a backstab on the
top of their spines (a gentle
pich that span their believes
out of line with the dark
in their hearts) but it was
just the closing starless night
(and it was far too late )
that brought false order
back to its unworthy place
(where it was then and now
and will be unchallenged
alone)

she appeared in a dream
way back in my younger years
a solemn, solitary white woman
kneeling silently at the altar rail
her long brown hair covered
beneath a long white veil
looking like Mary
she spoke not a word
her hands clasped in prayer
we all watched from the pews
mesmerized
without moving, she called my name
sounded like Mrs. Pino
my 5th grade catechism teacher
she kept calling
she wanted me to come forward
to receive recognition or an award
glued to  the kneeler in the pews
I thought to myself
‘Lady, you’ve got the wrong guy’

he appeared in a dream
many, many years later
decades
he drove a red Honda
up to my back porch
in the projects
I often dream of that childhood place
as still home
he got out of the car to address me
tall with faded jeans
gray hoody and sunglasses
obscuring his face
couldn’t even see his skin tone
as if he were purposely unviewable
my unempowered eyes searching
he stood there in glory
looking like a son of man
he wanted to know if I knew him
I kept ogling to see who he was
but I couldn’t tell
he asked again
I didn’t answer
still focusing on ****** features
instead of the all of him
he turned back to the car
got in and drove away
leaving me still wondering