looking through a prism i saw santorini all coloured i said but it's supposed to be white! don't fret he said it's just the spectrum.
a thought to save itwe comeout butwe goback inthey talkof sinbut ashestakes thatout anywaydust toeverything justas ashesand sin?who winsa tripthis isa ripof spaceof timethat oceancarries on
winternessday 1 we were on holiday sitting in the sunday 2 this is a time to cocoon fall let it fall away now tea and jerseysday 3 good bye old leaves old rustic days the shedding now doneday 4 so much rainI wonder how Basho would captureclimate change 'so much rain'~(evening) moon-clouds covering nightday 5 happy clowns in the rain parade on pastday 6 first mini-flua day of bed restday 7 mini-flu sneezesa healing bowl tofu & vegetablesday 8 we talk of losing one's skyan old friend calls~(evening) rose pink sky tips those hill edgesday 9(evening) high windsblows tonight's pinkfrom the skiesday 10 leaving the house lights off no visitorsday 11joking earlier of mini-flu, wellfate increased th
unnervedi'm ona tightropewalking thewrong wayit's allokay
rainkto paint rainwith ink brushes how could that happen knowingrain paints rain just so
one bird in a treelonely cryover it
font face = courierit's the only way there is a voidat my feet and at my head we're all gonna be ..(shit, yea)the way is this way spinning the churn burning the light offstars we are blowing off energy off the relationto creation a void is no and everthing-no ever-no and you can't not see itif you've seen it and if you close your eyesit's all taken ation-credisk spin ality-reif you don't understand closeeyes close and the ever and nois just so in front of
lotus centreto sitinsidethe lotusjust likeBuddha(in imaginings)what do youwantto wake up!AHAHthe petalsstill closedcould unfoldso whatdo you want?
paper crane tree wishing on a paper crane tree that it could keep you here keep me here but we all go
Song of HealingDay to night, dark to light,Fall the sands of time.Let the years like the gearsOf a clock unwindIn your mind walk through timeBack to better days.Memories, like a dream,Wash your tears away.Like a star in the sky darkness can't reach you.Light the night, joy is light 'til the new dawn.---Cast away your old faceFull of gloom and spite.With this mask I will askTo borrow your light.
Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back 1. I say nothing I am thinking.For twelve years I have wantedto do exactly this, but suddenlypronouncing my own name calls upthe question of who it belongs toin the same breath LikeSolomon I was born a singerbut in the wrong key and mychords will not carry me, will notsummon the wolves to me onlypacks of hungry dogsstupid with domesticationbut nearly feral And likea hungry ghost I have learnednot to speak against thosewho will give me food 2. A sketch of myself. He says I must have been bornin the wrong culture, he says. I got a taste ofthe crackling heat here, heat to drive you crazy,and suddenly I open my wide arms forNew Orleans, find myself needing the wind fromthe Great Plains. Like a buffalo I have the spiritof the Sun and I carry it with me. I am a plantof burnt umber, brown, ready and waiting likesage bushes, like the hill you go to that is bestfor collecting jun
AngelsAngelsthey cry tears of joythey guard us from harmseraph fights for the almightyarchangels fight for earthangels are all around usthey cherish the world
Be Jesus to MeBe Jesus to me.He touched the dirty,loved the unlovable,he ate with sinners,brought God to their midst.Be Jesus to me.He brought forgiveness,not harsh condemnation.He did not avoidthe world's cast-aways,the tax collectors, prostitutes,adulterers and murderers,thieves, terrorists and all those whomthe just had thrown away.Be Jesus to me.But I only seeyour harsh protests,conservative laws,accusations,talking past meor behind my back;complaints, not love -and you don't talk to me.I am waitingfor a kind word,a shoulder to lean on,a listening earto pour out my heart - my aching heartand lift me from the dark.But no one listens,and no one cares,no one brings Godinto my night.Instead, you throw stones - complaints, condemnation, unkindness, hatethat press me deeper into the mud.Why can't you be Jesus to me?Be Jesus to me.Be my friend though I'm a sinner,love me with all my mistakes,hear my story
Testamony from the heartUnfriend me if you want but I feel this has to be said: I'm sick of Christians being made to look like we hate homosexuals. We don't! We disagree with their actions/choices. The ruling today has no impact on our faith that homosexuality is a sin. That being said, when we say something is a sin we're not judging the person for that sin, we're simply saying that what they're doing is wrong. In the bible sexual immorality is a sin, therefor I don't agree with sexual immorality either(that includes homosexual lifestyle along with having sex before marriage and many other things). But here's something you may not know: I struggle with sexual immorality in my own life. That's right. I struggle with something I don't agree with. I've seen what sexual immorality does to others and I've seen what it's done to me. It has been a struggle I've had since before I can remember. However, the one difference between someone who may not be Christian and may not like my disagreement of their choice/actio
The Girl With The Jackalope SmileShe always told me her life was a cake walkBut I'll never understand what kind of happiness comes from Crushing pastries under your footShe could stitch sunshine along her wristsAnd leave the rest of us in the darkTrying to paint our own cerulean skiesAnd leaving us all bereft when we only managedTo stain our skins blueAnd she could dance a two-tattoo on the arch of moon beamsLicking her diamond lips to taste something moreWillow wick finger tips gleaming with still flamesTempting a hand into her grasp so that she might Burn life back into our hollowed bodiesShe traced constellations on her lungsSo she could breathe the star dustAnd have shimmering breath all year longInstead of just in DecemberHer canines glinted when she grinnedCandle drops of light shinning in each toothAnd melting our hibernation patchworkTo reveal our summer skinHer veins surged with hot apple cider and wildfires And her cigarette smoke smelt of burning woodHer orange and red
CernunnosWild Man, Horned One, Lord of the huntYour eyes reflect the green of the treesThe brown of deep, rich soilThe gold of the life giving sunThe silver of lighting against the darkest night.Light one, Dark oneVirile and animalistic you reignCrowned in antlersMaster of death and deep mysteriesGiver of life and light.In you the seasons are reflectedThrough you we are set freeThe sweetest joy is awakened by the deep timbers of your voice.The deepest peace is found in the comfort of your embrace.Kern is your name sung in gloryYour guidance leads me astrayto find the wisdom deep inside me"know thyself" you say.
Acrostic romance for ChristmasMy best wishes to all you friends,Everyone who is joyful about me,Receive tons of wonderful giftsRound the whole world for us to see,Youthful minds and hearts are neededCheering for this nice day to be,Hinder all your anger feelings,Rants can wait when this joy you see,Irradiate the light in your heart,Smile as if you played the new Wii,Trade always love and tenderness,May that exchange nifty to be,Ask this whole poem that it comes trueSo this world smiles for you and me.
of substance and essenceyou want to figure it out?your mind is a ghost,sincerely. it is whispers