Speaking of broken hearts and mended fenced in mem'ries I am painting skies of tangerine, saffron & an illuminated lilac hue against the starkly contrasted crisp cornflower blue, stretching canvas that is along with all the other blindingly beautiful colors of a twilight sky
And those dripping cotton candy stratospheric clouds Ice crystals freezing into supercooled water droplets Streaking the sky in cirrus whispers ..I hear them whisper, "hello"...
Blinding beauty through unadulterated sunlight I am fleeced like a lamb watching in awe, ..in wonder then stomping sounds of coming thunder,
Finding depth and height out in the stratosphere Blinded by the After Light or afterglow affected by the amount of haze I'm in a daze ...as I am reaching
High above the fading light of a brilliant early fall sunset I take a big breath of that sumptuous air and twirl my skirted legs my painted toes where I know I am back to solid ground
Appreciating the last time I say sleep well to you my dear summertimes sweet mem'ries and the fun we had this year.
and there i am in the midst of it all, conscious of what appears to be existent, yet knowing it is illusory. and if time is occurring synchronously then how can i look back with contrition? for if i have the capacity to move backwards and forwards in quantum leaps, i can erase the past like pastel chalk on an antique blackboard, then start anew. is not the sky my canvas and the arc of the rainbow my palette? and the stars in lustrous luminosity light my way so that ev’n at dusk I can paint. yet pain ne’er ceases to hollow me out. then through a barren vessel i catch more rain, and pour it out upon the parched terrain. just when i thought enlightenment was nigh, a sharp edge is discovered. must it necessitate additional sandpapering from the wind? when will the gemstone sparkle without further pressure? does it lie in its power to simply shimmer sans duress? perhaps it was dazzling at its inception, relinquishing its luster upon domestication. with this proviso, as it nears twilight i shall tarry and blend with the night. i’ll dance with a moonbeam knowing the jewel will glisten afresh upon the rise of the golden sun.
oh delirium, how much I have grown in-love with thee at this hour near morning twilight all hazy in the brain in deciding whether to see you or to drop my head asleep, accustomed to the bewitching time and longing to see that lingering daylight break, a dreamy state of thus, this moment wondering...
You look so lovely In blue Arched back Arms slack Cerulean licks Wrist to wrist Shoulder dip Eyes languid Cloudy cyan Gripping blankets Robin’s silky velvet Billowing, curling Unfurling into Midnight hues
Do you remember the nights? Back when we would chase the shooting stars under a canvas sky stained black. Nights we held so dear, prancing in the twilight. Those nights led to coffee-shop mornings. Mornings when the "House Blend" was the only thing keeping our eyes open. Mornings that we spent holding each other tight, watching the sun climb in the meridian. I thought those days would last forever, but here I am, kissing this cigarette. Wishing on those same stars that we used to chase.
Open your heart paint your dream. Do it in the broad daylight, it’s your colour scheme. If the twilight falls on your colour plate before you’re done painting the noon, keep drawing down the moon!
Breakthrough at the first light. No sunrise is any bird’s sleeping pillow. They are on their wings, out and tweeting, singing on the past night’s dreamscene.
Any of the fair duo, the Sun or the Moon, sleek sunny golden or the silver line, neither one of those can you catch. They know their science like you count your time.
You can set your mind any time, pick any number to count your time, but you won’t have the last one. There isn’t one, the mind is spotless fine. But if the solar-lunar duo can count the last: ask them to stop the time.
Be truthful as you speak. Open the heart into your eloquent word. Never think you are alone, you are complete with the complete world!
The western sky sweeps Darkness to back yards The dawning east keeps Designing with hues Mornings greeting cards. Nice to see the crews Active in writing Fresh magic haikus Deep in creating Textures and sinews With unique mixing Of color and lures Interspersed musings On honeycomb verse Soft snowflake rhymings Draught on fragrant wings Beams of rainbow waves Fuse sweetness and light Deeds of Devine Inc Wrought in suntan ink Duty with delight In morning twilight
Slipping on her cold blood Indulgence uncorked Champagne laced with poison ivy Euphoria unfolded lapping up The leftovers of another man's bliss He got caught in the fish net stockings Of a poledancer thinking How the he'll did I miss that The girl had ***** and a ten inch Rocket Tied to a ***** in her back pocket
Love, Open your eyes and look up to the sky Draw your finger across the night Connect the dots one by one Picture the images you see Love, Look at me I don't need to paint the night Cause all I need is in front of me Your eyes sparkle as twilight Gorgeous and bright All I need is you Love Because when I see you Your the only star I see
Where do we meet Oh! No He_* Getting onto the next courses Oh La- La "Cheri" K>ANSAS>>City _ Prime spot pretty
let's >- jump ))) To Love Please raise the horses
What a skirt steak in her Petticoat Junction Going to Kansas City affection Different tribe or breed What needs to love me tender Elvis meet Beavis Buthead More T.L.C computer DOC Tick Tock IRS taking a meat beef chunk is everybody drunk IOS what is really the meat Business Politician Trump
Subscribe well done Cooked or rare spooked Taking a Spin City kick She got canned and licked The prime meat hot seat
The ******* who arrives first class steak knifes Ms. Pork hard chew Mr. Beans second rate Dark pumpernickel Saloon *******, he is eating The young tender chicken leg
High five thigh? Hands up Robin Fly Save the meat "let it be" "Let it Be" Beatles The beat Colonel deep fried Grade A rare meat slicing
Eating in a board meeting The pig meat market of pricing
Doe a deer he loves International beer A very sensitive time Slaughterhouse no way out His poker face meets potato heads beef jerky Surrender Weds maple smiles picky The rich Syrup Disney Mickey Mouse Kansas City Wonder meat house
The beauty of animals "Moms kettle she is talking to Parrots" meat the market for rings riot Six enemies making 6 rounds Six servants 666 carats Robin smiles heartily "Campbells Chicken" little
He's the Beef Man stew If you only knew He's spitting tobacco chew She peels the potato for the meathead bad to the T-bone Dachshund I Bone
Garlic knots heart of the Sausage wearing the meat corsage Superbowl My sweet basil good soul Grilling your bullhead Pirate Ribeye steak pupils Mr. "Billygoat" Bachelorette Hair flat crepe Suzette
Moms Korean style fuss coleslaw what a seesaw Playing Porgy and Bess Scarlet the red rare meat Rolling stone baking pin Mississippi one or two Under my meaty thumb
Comes in three-4-5-6- Lucky 7 -Crazy 8 furries Nine meat ribs-10 babies with bibs Hungry Man meat when!! Country plaid tablecloth "Kansas Men" of the cloth The Pig approval Kansas City Mayor new arrival
Family together eating Don't eat our animals Why is life so unfair Feeding the poor with cans The bad cut of meat devil this is not the "Grade A" This is not a ring circus trainer Bullseye
Robin coffee animal-friendly Two peas in a pod I pods I tune like Gods Were the luckiest people to have animals
The Floridian with dog murals Palm trees green thumb plants sunshine events The symphony dog tails of hunts Whats to compare her twilight eyes hold the moment stare Talk to the animal's hearts care
The barbecue all the meat men and the women who love their fruit listen to the Owl lady how she hoots those Kansas city slicker boots and the Hehaw have a good time with family and friends treat the animals with tender loving care
Casualty: my interest fading Once waxing moon now seen waning And I did concede your irksome warning And watched as the rest played out
So let bygones be gone, fallen out by the side Of this road, worn down, still restless, keeping straight Eyes glinting off token little bits of hospitality Mother nature being so inclined at times
The stress so unnerving, I hardly doubt it But tension is eased once it comes to acceptance And I accept in full, finding time to unwind Winding stretch of lonely road, dotted here and there by An occasional landmark Or a lonely tractor pulling behind it Iron bars, old and rusted Found in their hold Bales of hay or A small little pond With a bench beside it Holding initials carved against the grain
With a heart surrounding
As mine beats slower
At last, the sun begins going down
And the moon grows brighter Even in its state And my feet move faster Though my body is withering I feel this separation growing As my mind takes flight and leaves me
Behind, in the twisting twilight And alone, I walk along
A place where the flesh and mind meet. Under me or within me. Forever it is autumn there. Forever it is twilight. There is no theatre nor any carnival. It is always there, unmarked and unannounced. I can sometimes find it, but it can always find me. Who will find who tonight?