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Solaces Sep 26
The fall songs hum through the forest and soon will become the seasons chorus....
  Sep 26 Solaces
Ally
I rise to greet the dawn

distracting my heart

I take a sip of dark roast

and exhale

today I will

just breathe
  Sep 26 Solaces
Brad post
Today I’ll ponder,
on these scars.
Tonight I’ll wish,
upon a star.

Tomorrow may bring,
another wound,
but wounds can heal,
if treated soon.

Yesterday,
I thought of death,
and felt the wind,
sigh with his breath.

Not today,
he whispered clear,
perhaps tomorrow,
but do not fear.

In the end,
he comes to all.
The weak, the strong,
the big and small.

He’s timeless and constant,
Death’s always “been”,
and he has no pity,
foe or friend.

He’ll lead me on,
to the unknown,
giving me the thing,
he can never own.

So I will not fear him,
and I shall not fret.
For tomorrow,
has not happened yet.
Death comes to us all.
Solaces Sep 25
tHEY PASS ON BY..
hIGH IN THE NIGHT SKY..
eVER SO SLOWLY AND YET EVEN FASTER..

sHINING LIKE A STAR..
tHEY CAN SEE ME FROM AFAR..
aT ANY MOMENT IN TIME..
rISING OR FALLING..
dIVING AND SHINING..
iNTERGALACTIC STARES..
vISIONS OF STARLIGHT..
eRASE ALL OF MY FEARS AND DOUBTS..
rEVITALIZE ALL MY BELIEFS..
sUPERNOVA OF TRUE LIFE UNIVERSE AND BEYOND..
s divers
  Sep 19 Solaces
Molly
Weary winds seek solace
in the arms of conifer giants,
having not yet discovered that
even mountain pines shiver
when winter is at its darkest.
An illusion of perfection.
Solaces Sep 13
The interior union footprints

After the war:  I.  Nothing is left.. I walk upon ashes and grays as far as my eye could see.  Even the rivers run gray and black.  My nose runs and runs. As I wipe it with my sleeve I leave behind blackness that has filled the atmosphere.  

I walk to nowhere:  II.   I wander toward nowhere. I drop all my weapons to the ground. I'm forever done fighting. I am now on an aimless hope of finding death.  Hopefully it will not be painful. I can feel my lungs heavy.  As I begin to cough up death itself. It should not be long now.

Blankets of shadow: III  The sun cannot push through the blankets of shadow that now fill the sky.  I miss the sunlight. I cannot remember what a sunny day looks like. All my memories are in gray and black. Even my happy ones.  

Black grass: IV  The grass is dead.  And what is left is stained black. No more sunlight for the grass.  Only chemical rains.  

Drinking the gray: V  I drink the gray river water.  Its all that is left.  I know that this water will start to color our oceans gray as well as my insides.

The world is dead: VI  I think the world is dead.  There are truly  no signs of anyone.  Nothing. Only the dead lying on the ground. Human and animal alike..  Nothing noghtin nighthghg  i  deat h found me.. CAN'T BREATHE......................................................

Gasp! Inhale! VII  I awake to the sound of me gasping for air.  I open my eyes and see light!  Light trails on the ground!

The light trails VIII  I stand up and see these light trails tracing the dead ground with life.  The trails are moving it seems.  Getting longer. In front of me is a being.  And where it stands leaves behind a foot print of light and turns the grass green.  It begins to walk and infect the dead lands with life.  Even the air is clearing up.  There are thousands of them it seems. Maybe even millions of them.  They look like stars on the ground. Could the stars have fallen and begin to walk around.  Or are these angels?

A second chance IX It took only a day to bring back all the color.  All of the ashes were gone. No signs of us ever doing anything wrong to eachother.  I saw my enemy rise from the dead in front of me.  Only this time instead of a fist I held out an open hand.

The interior union footprints X  Life restored anew.  This is more than a second chance. This is a new beginning.  But why? What believed in us so much that it would bring us all back.  Our world is restored.  No signs of any type of damage done to our beautiful planet.  The rivers were pure and the oceans were full of life.  I begin to simply ask myself.  IS THIS HEAVEN INSTEAD?


The interior union footprints

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