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Driving up mountain miles
of washboard switchbacks;
jarring the dusty rearview mirror
in my mind:

"but don't look back in anger"  
... I heard you say
stuck in the cloud of dust
befogging my daydream
back somewhere thereabouts
the washed out bridge
that tore us apart
like a flash flood

It was so long ago
since you were running
and I was hiding in plain sight,
from what the storm
in my eyes did tell

Mindful — you were only watching
the growing distance gather;

finding what you didn't lose
looking back to see
   what you can't forget —

like a hesitant child
reluctantly wondering
if anyone was still looking back
at you ―  still running away
from each passing storm


Jesse Stillwater
June   2018
Thank you for reading my soul scribbles
jane taylor May 2016
running
deliquescing into nature
i am engulfed in stillness

i encounter a deer as i round a corner
its chestnut eyes intensely sense
something wild within me
transfixed
we meld palpably
whispering our essence

myopic views warp into acute focus
golden flowers stretch and arch
and yawning into the sun
swell with bursts of luster
whilst violets polka dot the path
with lilac luminescence

dead tree trunks
mutating into masterpieces
yearn for new life
drawing in the squirrels

yellow-bellied birds
hover
sensing my motions
whilst woodland winds undulate
pine scented waves of sea salt oceans

my ears enchantingly enhanced
by bristling leaves caressing trees
as scintillating amber butterflies
dance in synch
with the clock tower’s
ancient chiming

a gust of wind
catches a patch of sand
and sends it quivering
fusing high in summer air
then falling soft as feathers

hidden fairies prance about
answering unheard questions
problems dissolve in emerald meadows
without a hint of striving

essays write themselves
upon my mind
poetry flows through me
wings of meadowlarks
trace my face with nuances
interlaced with connotations

rushing home
i write it down
then bowing i take credit
for what was etched upon my soul
by a sunbeam in the forest

©2016janetaylor
jane taylor May 2016
running by your side
divinity colliding
sparks my soul anew

©2016janetaylor
he was running.
running away from the pain.
running away from his fears.
running away from the thoughts.
running away from his feelings.
or just running away from me.

—you know you can do it
Ilion gray Aug 10
Who are you?
There was a shaking of the universe
Out from the ***** space
Fell everything dark
Down from the branch’s of heavens
Fell everything empty



Only one,
could name all of the
Dripping drops
That fell,
Through
Every sort
Of stellar cloud
That day,



              The devil is a graviton,

He is inside of the air,
He is the whispering sound
That runs away to escape
the wind,
Then cowers and creeps,
Behind it.

The wind,
comes and goes at the will
Of ***,

The devil is always there...
Graviton!

Shut up your ears,
And cover your eyes,
Say nothing,
And breathe quietly

                For, the devil is a graviton
And you are standing deep inside
his palm,
The sunken shadows shaking
Are his ancient fingertips
His swollen knuckles aching
too weak to close his wicked fist,
Yet crumbling his cursed fingers come,
You must not wait any longer,
You must not fear,
RUN!
Go out toward the crashing pieces of
The devils broken hand,
There where the ground is breaking
Where the living trees
and great grass fields that sway
Are eaten up
By relentless waves
Of vengeful flames as if
The Angel of ***’s anger

Stood out, on the edge of the land

The strength of its wings
Ripping time
From space,
The presence of its being,
Like a lightning storm
Setting the spinning earth on fire,
And everything else was devoured
By oceans,
as if only for this day,
leviathan was starved for aeons
Yet his stomach never shrunk
And the wrathful waves
The teeth of the beast
Will eat you up.

              The devil is a graviton,

Run out toward the battle as the devil
Sends his sons to silence you
Into darkness  
Let your works reflect the
Light of the kingdom and
The glory of the  
True ***!
And you shall have no fear!
For Jehovah your ***,
Does not know fear!
Run out as the hand of the Devil
Collides with everything,

And if you die while reflecting
The last ray of light
As the sun is setting on
Life’s last day....
Then at that very moment..
You will never die again!
This is what Jehovah
Of Armies is giving,



A choice
To die, or live

A life,
Without ending!



Inspired by Jeremiah 21.

And Jeremiah 22:2
read Jeremiah 21,. and Jeremiah 22:29
PoserPersona Aug 28
The concrete drum
beats two steps;
their sound signals
dear freedom

The cricket hum
drowns the day
and instills a
tranquil numb

The bare breeze
strums leaves and all
and breaks the heat
in welcome

The tonic sum
a blessed song;
allowing one
to triumph
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