it is such a tragedy that absolutist have never seen nor chased a rainbow

is it just me
or is the red a little brighter
in old glory's stripes today
does it fly a bit higher in some way
is the white more and more pure
to strengthen us to endure
can you feel the Holy Spirit
in the breeze which makes it wave
and pray for the warriors
and leaders, all proven brave
is it just me
or does the sunrise this morn
on a new country
a new country reborn

live a life that would make a great movie, one that makes happy tears, it will be your only rerun in the end

Searching searching for a place to rest
This chaos weighs heavy on my chest
Love will find a place of peace
No triggers no hate speech
Is it too far to reach
Rest I beseech, and love I preach

empathy is root on the tree of love, and it's fruit unconditional

the king and queen
of the castle of color
were blessed
        with a son
with beautiful polka-dot skin
       like none other

but he soon was mocked
and king made quick laws
        that blocked
for even the peasant child
dotted mud on face
        dancing around wild

until then, not one
          in the whole castle
noticed differences
of others
this is when things
         began to unravel

the prince's skin, not his only scorn
seen by his eye
          was only shades of gray
this, the way he was born
and tomorrow...coronation day

now the jesters and council
            soon petitioned
make a color favorite
     their plea
a royal color envisioned  
the crown
      on his brow
aiming to please
              but know not how
he found the gray
      that he perceived
the exact middle shade
               and all
       were so so aggrieved

for everyone came to be compared
      to the royal gray
but none, not one,
      were the exact grade
      soon they were put in
      groups two
one of lighter and
       one of darker shade

the new king built
          a wall
      to exactly separate
with hopes, with hopes
         to eliminate shades of hate
but soon another was needed
for the shades were split
again and again and again
and soon they were all in
        cells of one
and in their tiny
lonely vaults
they all shouted

"i am unique....one of one
i am me...compared to none"

my happiness
makes you sad
your sadness
takes my happiness
what a sad circle

my heart is so full of love
it has stretch marks

age and time
thieves in the night
cannot steal your beauty
locked in my mind

Your hurtful words root deep in my mind
The hate and resent strangle and wind
Love's seed struggles to sprout
Searching to breathe, for a way out
Fighting against the belittling assaults
That blames and forever sees faults
My blooms find the warm light
Grows and chokes your evil blight

expectations cast the longest and darkest shadows

short on bread
to the market
fill your cart
short on cash
to the bank
make a new start
short on love
withdraw all you want
from my heart

im building a love bomb, the mother of all love bombs, MOALBs, and it has a short fuze

"Come here and let me feel, you don't look well"
with her hand on my head,
"You know a mother can tell"
"Did you take your vitamins today"
yes mom, as she sticks a thermometer in
"Hold it in this way"
" There's a bug going round school,
and you went out, no jacket, like a fool"
I'd mumble, it wasn't cold....
"Keep that in you mouth, like you were told"
She takes it out and holds it to the light
"See 100 point 6...see I was right"
A box of medicine comes down quick
Searching through, calculating what to pick
"This will bring the fever down,
If not I'll call the doctor in town"
Another cabinet, and searching for more
I think she has more medicine than the drug store
One more pill box comes down from above
Why does she look so hard, I got the best
medicine first.......LOVE

silence is never wrong yet
truth should never be silenced

I wait for
a sound
a gaze
a hi
a walk by with side eye
because your silence
is deafening

Those days that seem to last forever are a blessing, from a conservation of time perspective

The                                                       the
        beauty                                     in
                     of                    totally
                          a        ­     is
                              smile
                          ­    
                              "why"

if windows into the soul..are eyes
the windows out are smiles
one of a shy boy’s first love
the smile of a new bride
of mother’s bursting pride
or made for not funny dad jokes
for a picture with the folks
but the best best one of all
is the one planning
a mischievous hoax

i must apologize for sharing my thoughts, assuming you give a ****

the future is the fog of chaos crashing into us at the speed of life and fading into the blurry past

the hunger of a true and lonely heart is quenched with a spoonful, but an evil heart is a glutton

the sun rises
slow and steady
warm and bright
even for the dead
and again tomorrow
the sun sets
slow and steady
cold and dark
even for the living
and again tomorrow

To err is human, to err as much as me is super human...

my vision of the structure of our existence is the shape of a sweet potato (pointed at both ends), one end is God the other is no God. We exist in the cross section of future and past in the mandala of the human existence, each soul attached to its own flower/mandala. existence passes as strings through the mandala and some loop around and pass again. these that loop are our connected souls and those physical things that we have influenced. God/Love is the "gravity" of the system moving to itself.

new love is a clear spring lake, old love is a warm bath

I walk in a minefield of egos
tiptoeing around pet peeves
dodging triggers
careful with words
very careful with words
quick with a compliment
soft with a suggestion
very soft with a suggestion
taking abuse with a smile
taking abuse with a smile
taking abuse with a smile

every love needs a test for what we have learned and what we have remembered

Time gathered armies of
years, months, and minutes
boasting of soldiers and generals infinite

Chance mustered a fleet of change,
chaos, and freewill tenets
bragging the power of these lieutenants

Love's power was greatest still
a massive arsenal of providence divine
controlling change and dominating time

I have two brains
one is in constant prayer
the other fails at everything
one is happy and is thankful
the other judges and holds contempt
one forgives and loves all
the other full of worry and spite
and I stand on the bridge between

I've built this machine with bleeding hands
I've shaped it to cheat the wind
I've shined it with polish and sweat
I've balanced it with feel
and powered it with iron and steel
I've become one with it and gave it life
I know air like the falcon
I know speed like the cheetah
and I do not have fear
for this is where my spirit is forever free

The most important part of giving is to expect nothing in return and sometimes the hardest part

It's Friday night,
I've got a game
We play the Indians,
My best friend's team

My uniform's on
It's only 4 o'clock
Mom says we leave
5:30 on the dot

Tonight's our first game
I'm fast in my new cleats
My glove's broken-in
'cause I've slept on it for weeks

I'm still a little nervous,
but not about playing
I'm wondering which girls are there
and what I'm going to be saying

You can read every book yourself
In every tongue, on every shelf
And I should be so bold
As my love for you
Is the greatest story untold

You can watch every movie
Ever put on any film
Of love between her and him
And your heart would still be lean
For my love for you
Is the deepest story never seen

You can listen to every love song
Ever recorded, old and new
And nothing could ever outdo
What the sight of you brings
And the song my heart sings

I search for
your face
your hair
your laugh
your gaze
your smile
in memory
and mind
with all
my effort
I cannot find

for like
the angels
we cannot see
your beauty
is greater
than the
sum__
of my imagination

Began as a ripple
in the puddle of my youth
created by a breeze
from the piney wood
pushed with adolescent fervor
over the wild and careless rapids
crashing over granite oppression
into content waters
warmed by the soft summer sun
stirred by restless independence
to deep blue awareness
cold yet strong and unafraid
force by faith to traverse the abyss
ebb and flow have no meaning
until I reach the blessed shore

every soul we meet
will be seen complete
in your life review
consider now...a redo
if wrong was done
against anyone
it is time to renew
time to be true
vibrate in pure love
without judgment
for in your life replay
the you.......is they

Fill your new thoughts with Love, Acceptance, and Compassion...vibrate higher and make these contagious

Thinking out loud....People often advise "just don't care what other people think". In my opinion, this is self-centered advice. Looking at yourself from the outside is healthy and advised, knowing what GOOD and LOVING people think of you is a mirror of your soul. However, do not JUDGE yourself only on other's perceptions. Vibrate higher.

this world
will try to dim your light
yours and mine
Shine Lizzie Shine
this world
will try to slow you down
you're far far from done
Run Lizzie Run
this world
may knock you down
aim higher than the sky
Fly Lizzie Fly
this world
is not as strong as you
angels watch from above
Love Lizzie Love

one.....alone
estranged in mind
two gave one another
three arrived unbalanced
one afraid of alone
conspired with two
and left three belittled

your memory hunts me like
the                                         hungry
tigress  ­                                 creeping
through                ­                the
tall                                         ­grass
silent                                     invisible
care--­-ful---ly                       stepping
eyes                    ­                   focused
claws hold and fangs stab
then the words of the love song bleed warm from my neck

i could meet you a thousand times
in a thousand lives
and still love you a thousand times
in a thousand ways

im better than yesterday but not as good as tomorrow

gifted, a ticket on
train, three sixty five
another, trip around
bright, tomorrow's sunshine
blessed, this old car of mine
beautiful, these spinning rocks
conducted, by the great I AM
enjoying, this crazy ride
until...my ticket clocks

your vibration is tuned to mine, like the precise measure of a piano wire, the perfect adjustment, the love song of two souls through eternity

God is the world's radio station, Jesus is the deejay, and the Holy Spirit is the frequency, tune in and be blessed

when i die they will need two coffins for the funeral, one for the body and one for all my wrongs

When I pass, they will need two coffins for me, one for the body and the other for all these feelings....

no leasons are learned from easy