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A Haiku


dew on the rose

shall the lifting rose
rejoice against the dewdrop
hanging by a thread

does the winter rain
beckon into the bossom
of a frozen land

to be a bearer
in the wholeness that is life
is praise high enough

to be life…….in life
evoking life, within the smell
of a gentle rain.

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6/9


Throw your endorsement in,
Pull your endorsement out,
Put your endorsement in,
And then you shake it all about;
But you kiss the Trumpie rumpie
When he swings that puppy out
Cause that’s what it’s all about.
Boom!

come on everybody…….sing it one more time with me…….

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Painted


zero59

I saw a time before time,
When the voices
Given by the songwriter,
Rejoiced together
…….alive…….
In the music of creation,
And the colors of life;
Invested in the song,
As if it was our very own
…….painted…….
In the blush of a star.

Inherent


silence unto God

Isolation is invitation,
Cutting through the flesh
Like the slow dance
Of a thousand razor blades;
Bringing an eerie,
Almost matter of fact cry,
From the world of our secrets
That seamlessly inhabit
Both day and night.
 
We think of dreams
As something imagined
…….something unreal…….
Yet are we not a constant dream?
Living an experience, clear in the heart,
But ever so fleeting to the touch?
Therefore, I must love my solitude;
And sing out with the pain it inflicts:
That is me…….is that all of us?
 
But I am within all of me:
A dream of being,
Be it nothing…….or everything;
Groping about, sometimes frantic
…….often timid…….
Emerging again into the light,;
Singing the song of my own sufferings
Looking for the goodness
Inherent within my longings.

…….


winters dusk

on a fitful night
living from within the experience
the wild things of God
shelter their harvest
at the very core of my being
unfolding the soul
in visions from the fire
reaching through clocks
as a living encounter
a knowing…….beyond understanding
not a message…….there is no message
just a life that flows
perhaps that is the message
if there has to be a message

Blind Squirrels


moment14

I spent years running hard after the Warrior…….I had lived with warfare, violence, and striving most of my life, I was comfortable with it…….anything else, secretly terrified me.

Yet, the Lover was wooing me now…….If you do not let me love you; you will not make it.

The sword brings many things…….but there is gladness only in the embrace.

It’s a dance I’ve never known…….blind squirrels, and all that; you know.

Whispers


evening dew

My love steals
Across the land,
Like a dew…….
Provoking
Every scent and color…….
Till all lies before me;
Lustrous, and fragrant…….
If I cry to the heavens,
It is only that they may whisper to the earth…….
And the earth,
To the bursting lily,
And the wild vine, trailing on the hedge…….
And the bud, and the vine,
Into the heart of man…….
For I cannot shut out the hope of my love.

Strophe


winters dusk

I.

Approaching the hour of winter’s dusk,
We are reminded of the patterns of timeless moments;
Like cycles of birth and death…….images,
In the confluence of eternity and time,
Implicit, in the endless interaction between moments that have died;
Only to be reborn, as the moment progresses…….
Every moment depending on what has passed before:
The living and the dead…….alive in the moment…….only moments apart.
II.

We walk in the tension
Between the immanent now, and the transcendent moment;
Being swallowed up in a race to save time…….
Or spend time…….or slow time…….or find time…….
Rather than trying to escape the flux of time’s enchantments,
Where every point of presence, must be a point of intersection,
Journeying between unredeemed, and redeemed time…….
Beyond which, all words are a reach into silence.

Dissonant Chords


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Dissonant chords,
Shrouded, within the livid folds of life…….
Dance amidst the storm…….
Like fingers rushing across the keys…….
A music, mantled by dark shadows of lonely fear…….
Beguiling, like birdsong, in the middle of the night…….
Playing the souls of men.

Synesthesia


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Can you hear the colors…….
Does the music flow in a symphonic rainbow…….
And a word, masticate, like the tasting of creation…….
Why does the lighted photon speak to my heart
In the rhythm and pulsebeat of another land…….a world apart?