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there are the ones
that feel it climb up
the shadow to the light,
hesitation on every rung,
each wave of the arising
      overwhelms  unabated ―
and woe betides those
who are on the run
from a storm's deluge


A rousing ocean breeze
stirs inside the memory
of an unframed seashell
lying on the hearth mantel;
heightened sensitivity
lapping soundlessly,
spindrift plashing
the shoreline
of another world's
feigned peace


Perhaps the muted voice
of guilty pleasures,
hushed by their own
hidden truths
Feeling the unfelt textures
of every stifled vibration
left unbreathed


The naked truth befallen
so cold and lonely
Running in circles,
volatile as all those
     unspoken excitations raging ―
and the whispers of those
who hear not
the voices in the wind


An emotionally enslaved  heart
tarries,  marooned high and dry
in a memory of a distant sand bar
     lain fallow for so long ―
stagnant darkness
of an unsated soul
gathered on the back
of a parched tongue
sullied wordless


Rising up through
a dusty hieroglyph corridor
through an unlocked
labyrinth gate;  vestige echoes
from somewhere left behind
in an incomprehensible
abandoned wake


It's getting harder and harder
   for an insatiable soul to breathe ...
   climbing up a tree trunk―
up within the silence
of the listening tree


  Toes dug into
the rough bark furrows ―
fingers reaching upwards
beyond their deepest known grasp


A shadow stranded
out on a hangin' bough
hearkening without ears that hear:
“perhaps they’ll listen now“  
the wingless bird sings
in psalms that fly away
on tattered feathers
over untamed waters roil


Back to nature’s waning youth,
the bough bends unbroken
to taste the freedom
of the wild absolving seas



Jesse Stillwater
June     2018
Notes:                                                                                                          
a friend sent  a link to a deeply thought provoking modern classic 70's song about Vincent Van Gogh and the complexities of imperfection some of us relate .... i'd listened to the words prior but never heard before now.

  Title is last final lyric line from:  "Vincent" (Starry, Starry night) 1971
Writer(s): DON MCLEAN, ENRICO NASCIMBENI,
ROBERTO VECCHIONI
Karijinbba Jul 13
Let not your heart
be troubled
ye believe in God
King Arthur Lancelott
believe also in me.
In my father's house are
many mansions
if it were not so
I would have told you.
I go to prepare a place for you.
And if I go and prepare a place for you I will come again
and receive you unto myself
that where I am
there you
will be also.

John,14-3.

Karijinbb/RCPc/bba
When our loved ones leave us behind in the hands of The Lord as they can't be here to watch us and love us
Here is were it all begins
Now a life time to unfold
A future lies deep within
And stories will be told.

Your road it will be rocky
You will face those stormy seas
There'll be times you will be happy
And times down on your knees.

You will find that life's a journey
You'll get lost along the way
But your not alone there's many
Who get back on track again.

So put on that suit of armour
It's a dangerous world out there
Beware of all the trappings
Their are pitfalls everywhere.  

Don't look back you have a future
And hope is what you need
Your life will be your teacher
And lessons will be learned indeed.

You will find that new horrizon
It is there behind the door
That door will surely widen
And the world it will be yours.
I think you all will agree that life is teacher and we all have
Made mistakes.some of us more than others.
I'll sleep one step closer
When the ticking clock
Pauses in eternity
All sound turns into silence
The smell of petrichor
The holy melody
Breathes it's last tune.

The world will die alone
Singing it's song of curruption
People get silenced for speaking too soon
The wise men stay silent
And the poor speak the truth.

I will die lonely
At least i can keep my humanity
Untainted by hands seeped in sin
The bitter taste of iron
The sweet scent as the body grows cold
And i will then see the beauty
In white who i long for.

I will die lonely
While the world dies on itself
Victims of corruption
Loss of innocence
Voices of the twisted
Lurk through the crimson shadows
Where the big bad wolf
Calls all the shots
Eenie meenie miney mo
Which poor lamb will be slaughtered next?

The world will die alone
I will die lonely.
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