Poised to succeed In all of your dreams You have the support And the means Endured a painful trek Metamorphosed from a disdainful wreck But you’d rather be something else Than a large paycheck All the agonies Pursued through wistful blasphemies Have led to naught But a sorrowful eucatastrophe Because you have bills due Things to live up to It’s wishful thinking Wanting to paint the skies blue.
Because all other women (Kingdoms) are weakness; the kingdom of God is built on wisdom for all. Equality in the pursuit of happiness even by the constitution of the state of Florida in retrospect: Justice is not for sale, denial or delay. All men are created equal and the bar was created not to deny these rights but to protect them as ruled by the Supreme court and under the supreme Law of the land; the United States Constitution. As given by divine providence and nuture's God. The nature of the state of mind and the deeds of the mouth spoken from the heart. Evil triumphs when good men do nothing and for this reason governments were instituted just as moses gave the sermon on the mount. America the beautiful promised land given by God in the divinity demonstrated by Jesus and the famous 4 score and 7 years ago even today. Christ Jesus stood at the crossroads of faith truth Justice and the American way to deliver us this beautiful nation of nations so many have taken for granted today although his banner still waves. ;)
Now they are memories like silver threads in a gliding tapestry how wondrous feeling and smelling the sea breeze the aromas and excitement of the market the cool magnificence of the mountains in late autumn on the brink of winter.
These travels and their newness still dance in my head but even now my gut clinches remembering the effort and focus on preparations each day.
It’s the dark side of the coin sadly evoking shame to even mention it a blotch in the snow on the marvelous trek north.
But write it I must. I wonder if it take courage to be pitiful in public, but maybe that’s what poets do undress in front of everyone. It is the stuff of nightmares and here I am doing just that.
On the other hand…
How sweet the peace and routines back home sitting calmly writing looking out on the back yard the tallow trees coloring preparing to shed a variegated carpet below.
Maybe it took travel to help me appreciate the beauty of these serene moments at home.
Written two days after our return from a glorious ten day trip from Texas to Vancouver and Whistler, British Columbia. This has been a draft, but I revised it and made it public today.
He first saw her from across the street She was arguing with a vendor and from the smile that adorned Her beautiful face he could tell she'd won Her igneous personality attracted him to her There was no way he could not get attached He was keenly watching all her movements Committing to memory all that made her dissimilar to others
Her steps were fainéant Like she had all the time in the world He was beguiled by the way her hips swayed when she walked He could not not follow her He could not not know her He followed her at the same pace The thrill of hearing her voice for the first time made his heart race But that could wait For now he was content with watching her tread
She switched paths and walked into a building A dance studio He felt giddy just thinking of watching her dance He knew she'd be great at it The lightness in her steps hinted at it
He entered the building slowly He was bubbling with anticipation as he searched for her everywhere He walked into a room and found her She was facing the door She looked like she'd been waiting for him to come
"I've been stalking you for awhile You might need to get a restraining order" He smiled sheepishly
"I know" She replied Her smile promised no restraining orders in future.