Wartime. That's hapt, eh,
nigh on ever'day.

I was awand'rin' why,
when a noble knight arose afore me, 'pon a horse.

Says the noble fella,
I was sent to answer you,
and swear the truth you find has never been a lie.

Treasure it. Treat it sure and saved and safe.
For, gotten gains are lost or never were, the trenches
remain, graves with the ends kicked out.
From those,
we rose and claimed war is the lie, the first one.

The lie that says to itself, I am true, not you,
by nullifying you, I am proven.

"But you are crazy, right?"
No,
not right.

Lie yourself from reality.

Did that work? Dear reader, you alone know.
unsuspended unbelief becomes belief,

in a wink, a gleam, an apple in God's eye.

If you can imagine that, otherwise,
mortality is temporary,
waiting
is. It's what trees do, peacefully, from my POV.

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how might the message survive

interesting question in these interesting times

So'yal 2018
Clocks unlock the clues

pay
attention time time times and halves have past

The whole world divided in the time of Peleg
into languages and nations

we forget ourselves and must remind
we have the mind of Christ

what hubris or what faith or
what evidence,
what good can I do or could I if were minded?
so, If I agree with Jesus about the location
of God's, by Jesus's definition, God's kingdom
is within whom he spoke to or
to whom his words
were given or
taken, for
granted

hubris, nay,

arrogance? meekness. assumption presumption

sumpin hapnin heyah sameosameosameo

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The Younger Dryas took some time. it was cold.
but the ice caps are finally melting,
that's a good thing. warm days
cool nights,
seed time and harvest

Kinda like Joni Mitchell's Circle Game but

bubbles being formed and expanding
did we bump?
were you really ever part of me?

Did we see those stones melt, or
was that on TV?

I'm finding joy
I learned that the only way to find joy,
Is to think about all the good things
Yes there's bad things
But the good things are there to
It's the perfect time and the perfect place
To start finding joy

Jobs that pay and jobs that don't
A passion to work in spaces of uninterest
A yesterday that's the same as tomorrow
A beginning carried over and copy pasted until the end
Stressing over the same thing for days on end
Working 9 to 5 in a pencil pushing company
Trapped in an endless cycle of routine and bore
Find me chaos, find me adventure
Take me out Dear Pathfinder in search of true passion and fun
I found my way then but it wasn't what I wanted
So take me away and make me lost for me to find myself again

She mapped him out before she met him.

When she saw him, she recognized
The grooves of his smiling face,
The rumbling sound of his voice,
His fresh scent when he embraced her.

When she saw him, she saw her map
Embodied in man that reflected the future
That she so longed to live,
But never thought she would.

He saw it in her, too.

They drifted towards the calm sea
With tomorrow stretching out before them
On a boat where their bodies collided
Like soft waves that engulfed one another.

Their bond sent ripples into the water,
Sizzled the skies with its urgency,
Guiding the boat closer to the shore
That seemed too looming.

She didn't want to reach it.

She had travelled the streets of her map
In search of finding something to fulfill her-
Something that wasn't there
Out on the calm, open sea.

They sailed to an island with greener grass,
But with no winds to uplift her spirit.
She had the map of him,
But the map of her lay in treacherous water.

She dived into the unknown.

Is it wrong to..
Feel too much
Do too much
Like too much
Love too much
Trust in your gut and your heart and soul trying to find control.
The balance between lust and fate
Love and hate . Searching finding loving learning ..
....wanting needing getting having ..

With your shining smile
Follows a twinge to my heart
Like pins and needles
And giggles bubble to the surface,
Yet I boldly exclaim: I don’t
Like you.

Your little everyday actions
Makes my heart sing
And my eyes sparkle
With secret adoration,
My cheeks bloom
Like roses on Valentine’s and my cherry red lips
Yet I stubbornly insist: I don’t
Like you.

But that day
Under the starry night sky,
As your arm brushes longingly against mine,
And you point out the constellations in the vast sky,
That are connected so naturally,
Fitting so perfectly,
I can’t help but think of
You and I.

-Bella R.