Summer gaarden wand'rer-
Where has your wanderlust taken us?
Strange delirium of weightlessness
Euphoria's outstretched arm reaches  
  down 'neath faerie clouds
O holiday! to traipse among the beauty  
  of nature's subtle trail!

Quite literally-
Stumbled into this mystical realm,
Thinking I will trudge this happy hollow for a spell
Daylight erupts with momentous  
  sunlight, almost celestial completion
Illumination upon the precipice  
  journeyed-to breathe, to ponder life  
  & fragile infinties

A grinning path soon gave berth to  
  moments of arduous activity
Stunning even, were the incline of  
  rocks I scaled upon by hand:

'and even Angels
   littered the  
    ground 'neath
      with golden rays
        & upon this path
         a solace & a blessing'

A hike resumed around the corner
The pulse-inducing sidewinder  
  produced sweat on my brow, yet
  happily grueled on
Pebbles scrape sandstone leading to the final bend-the woodlands flatten
Upon final inspection deciduous trees  
  part & crystal diamonds sparkle
  loudly
A gentle snoring brook abreast an  
  inviting lake

Shadowed ferns nestle among the breath-taking greenery
Bright sunflowers wave hellos
Marigolds and tulips sweet salutations
A bumblebee's flight of shimmered skies
Raucous yet meticulously serene-
The snowy tail of the approaching doe
A hummingbird came to me scarcely a stones throw away

The frogs burp loud furrowed cheer
Reeds line the solitary forge of water
Baffled orioles bounce their cry aloft
Adrift in this sea of Euphoria's
  champagne
Lighting lanterns of positivity,
affirmation against the low vibrations
Clinging to this lyrical paradox

Wondrous lyrics voiced aloud, how
  they have wings of doves
A fairietale of stories have flown
Connoisseur of pleasantries, take me through your golden groves
And spend the hours swimming through the keyhole of my own psyche
Bliss, bliss indeed, is endless

Stanza

Everybody knows what its called
And funny thing is, most everyone enthralled
It’s such a simple thing to say
Yet carries purpose & meaning come what may

When said; life comes to those with heart of stone and dead
No one can deny iambic power of  heartthrob spread
At times my lips are pursed ready to proclaim
Something facile, complete and plain, but marked for fame

What is this silly small notion that won’t leave alone
Oh God, I’ve tried thousand times over to find a clone
Impossible to replace, for it was birthed on heavenly throne
Incredible gift stitched deep inside, wonderfully sewn

Voice of reason teases the soul and gives no reprieve
Thy heart is all over the map: dreams, doubts, fallacy conceive
What is one to do?  Hang on thread of hope, dangle and believe
Sing a song out of tune, out of place jangle, ‘please don’t leave.’

Love, yes thats it!  That crazy little thing that won’t quit
Everything is exercised from smile a while, walk a mile, never sit
Frontage road to heaven or perdition highway forks at the mission
Quest from denial to permission through looking glass commission.

So this seems to be landing between heaven on earth or hell below
Love is as love does and it was never mine to beg, borrow or own
The greatest story ever told is written in the pages of scripture
And for dummies like me who rarely see the bigger picture

Tis good advice to be still, quiet and stop muddle & fuss
A hopeless romantic restless wait in turn to catch the bus
For you see, the lonely spirit slumped with doldrum zing
Must kneel before the King timbre sound of trumpet ring

Rhythmic ebb and flow dusk to dawn breath had me at,‘hello’
Cried for life innocent expression of light to form man’s expo
There you have it, Love in all its glory.  Wow, what a story
From start to finish, You have yours & I have mine: A priori.

Perhaps we shall meet in this ceramic round or another place and time
Maybe we have already been there, holding hands, sang vessel rhyme
Should you smile upon a zephyr breeze and know not from where
The pottery of Man stands to declare, pleas wing & a prayer.

By,
Chris Miller

I've always told my family about you,
how beautiful, how funny, how smart,
but my favorite topic was your heart,
how kind, how loving, how empathetic,
And, always emphasize how large the size of your heart was,
how substainable, how extensive, how significant,
but it took me months to finally see,
how blind, how dumb, how it inattentive,
your heart was too big,
it could fit her, too.

Some day we'l
All be free with
No more bonds
Of painful and
lonely memory
We shall recall
Good times we
All had but not
A painful death
That lurk ahead
Will be no more
rich and no poor
no loneliness no
war shall know
The very God he
Searches for but
Not in the heaven
Where stars dwell
But in fellow man
In him self

the shepherd across the way has an anger management disorder,
quite pronounced and hard to deny, I wonder whether He is in fact possessed by some unwholesome spirit, His shouting fills the valley  
His curses toward His dog very colourful to say the least. Poor dog.

I miss the days of simplicity
The ignorance I never got to appreciate
When the news was miles away
Just words inscribed on a page
I miss the days that I never loved
The past I never before hoped to relive
I miss when problems were mine alone
I miss when I could fix it
I miss when it was easy to just put the knife down
To pull it away from my skin
But now millions hold a knife
Whilst the rest sit and watch

I think of all you’ve taught me
and I know it’s been a lot,
like I’ve never been a crier -
now I don’t know how to stop;
and all my sorrows have come knocking,
so I think I’ll drown the lot,
with another gin and tonic
and another silent sob.

I bite at my cuticles
Instead of screaming
I scratch myself
Excoriating skin
Building resilience
I think

I watch the flush of menopausal acne
Creep up one side of my neck
And obsess, instead,
over the marionette lines
Forming at my mouth

I can see age spreading
Across me
Consuming youth
As though it were a right
Dispassionately I exercise
Lifting weight and spirits
For a while

Cursorily I remind myself
To design a life
To make it what?
Better?
What is ‘better’?

That question of
‘what does it look like’?
Success happiness joy
Stick those three on a decal
Then stick it to the kitchen wall

It won’t make it come true.
It’s just future landfill graffiti.