Where small minds gather there is bound to be
trouble brewing and people who don't see. _ _ _ ___
From 'Simple Observations' ongoing writings since the early 90's.
every breathe a praise
every sight an insight every utterance, life and every act, faith of those who gather not nor reap but live as in every beast who dwells on this earth
The sun blares upon me,
as I gather my fruits from the tree of life. My body aches and perspires and I go on, picking them for my future. The gloom of this mundane, sets into my mind, as I toil in the heat. I yearn for the rain, to come and cleanse me of this toil and let me enjoy, the fruits.
we go about gathering things all our life yet don't feel satisfied.
I have laid lilies at your door, close your eyes and smell them; there is nothing pretentious about them.
There is no bill enclosed in the greeting card nor needle tucked between the stems. It has been a gesture of love, simple things that grow like moss on rocks and pearls in oysters I have laid them gently, made a horticulturist of myself I have worn big hats and ventured into my own fields to snip the loviest of the bunch –and in my basket I always gather for two. One for my kitchen table and the other one for you
I wish I was a rain drop,
There's never a same stop. I would always be together, There will always be a space to gather.
It's a bad day, not a bad life. Gather yourself together and go on.
Keep on going!
We are all same
Words Only In a different way
Young and old A story of Winter to be told The Blue-Haired Monster smiled at me Then stole my soul with wicked glee He knows my name Gather near Boys and girls The Blue-Haired Monster’s tangled curls Warned me of the danger Yet stuck in the remainder It knows my name
They say guys don't **** other guys. So what the **** do you call what happened to me last December?
Come one Come all Gather 'round and gather here Listen close and settle near For on this day Authority is interrupted I've come as close as any man Can get To stealing his own shadow What? Divine throwback A crime so small It's never shed Come Come far Come wide Sit on grounds of moss and stone Observe sinful musings to atone For on this night I disrupt authority I've gone as far as any man Can go To shatter down my broken soul What? Opaque treasure A ruse so slick it's never seen Come Go Be broken Be whole
Flocking towards each other,
All gather in hopeful peace. Never worried in this special place, Dreaming of a time when their Own kind would never be hated on. Malicious individuals breaking in, Silence flowing throughout.