So spoke the rubbish
out of sight
out of mind
life and breath
for none cares not
not taken well
such awful smell
no purpose now
such not needed
In the bag
thats where its at
Stay shuffled out the door
Ah so warm
so very kind
rubbish that is
of the blind
Once was good
So welcomed in
to the rubbish bin
Lying dead on the ground I witness my soul as the eye of the observer. Why have I not told those I loved that I loved them? Why have I failed to hold them in warm embrace? Why now the shadows of death, with no recourse to make amends to the mess I leave behind? To all those I love, I am so sorry,yet no way to deliver this message now. How I wish to be free once more,to give each the love so much deserved, shine such happiness into your life. Reflections of the actions not done, now to live on eternally,the door of recourse blocked. Forgiveness now my only solace, for the one now not to be. Forgiveness to love thy very self, as the love wished one had given when the opportunity was present. Humble in the solitude of death, lying on the ground,reality stark and sudden ,without the comfort of another day,another chance. Fly on angel wings to give,do for me what I did not. The morning sun so bright ,fills my heart in tears. The breath that now fills my lungs, so joyous and serene to have reappear. My visit at my inner soul,so real, yet now only a dream,let me learn the lesson truly, for all those that come in contact with me. Death will come again I know,perhaps next time the reflection of my soul will be as bright as the morning sun awakens. Because,still I stumble,yet I fall, -yet the breath still remains. Will I use it as I should? How will I greet myself in the shadows once more?May the result be not the same.
With the lonely
All in one
All to be
Missed you so often
Lonely in my fear
Rarely speaking of the truth
What was held
So very near
Of smokescreen lure
Then to see
The light flickers begin
Happy how free
They shine again
One’s breath now makes
This story unfold
One’s breath of love
As the story that’s told
For darkness to close
The human eye
No more to live
The laughter was insatiable in the warm sunlit afternoon. The rocks drew blood before the eyes. Innocence in belonging bent as the spokes of the first volley thrown,to forever engrave upon the souls mortal existence. Only to play and seek out friends on such a wonderfully sunny day. Rubber tires not needing air,extra wheels would stabilize the load. A red frame so shiny and new,to venture out upon the world. Motherly kindness felt with warmth and joy,setting out under a wondrous blue sky. Greet the very real and physical stones hurled on the innocence of beginning. Such a course that would not change,the reality now set. Then the laughter from the happy ones,holding hands of mental embrace,the first ambulance arrives. Death not this time,the lesson will go on. The scars on the forehead heal,as they penetrate the bone. The aura has been altered for all the world to see. The moon waxes full repeats beyond 30 score,as reality remains. She was kind in her heart as the truth unveiled itself ,witness to the passage that was meant to be,relentlessly unfolding. Love’s presence struggles the heals of rejection and scorn. Conformity as cover up,stripped away in time. Snickering on bubbly brew for the privy to partake. Kindness of the mortal man, transparent to the witness mind. Belief in what is not , blood red again to the mirror of the eye. When the blackness shines the light on the pathway that has been,where will the stones then lie?Are they buried within,fossilized proof for the baggage claim?
To engrossed in thoughts of the day,weary eyes will not rest.
Peering behind life’s curtain now,witness an enlightening karmic bequest.
There a woman does exist,along with a man.
To greet the spirit once again and walk upon the land.
Entities that walk in life,as the mortal kind.
Remembering the essence of an existence once left behind.
There is a love,such not in words,but a feeling so very real,
To close old wounds naturally,so forever they may heal
They know the bond,a spirit free.
That kindles warmth into an eternity,
Such is all that matters,all that needs to be.
Now to habituate this world, in a quiet sort of bliss.
No one to be hurt,nothing made amiss.
Among the living though,in deep complexity,love to you is quietly heard.
For he is she,and she is he and together they love the third.
Then to the future,with all its uncertain terms.
Awaits the unsuspecting,for which the heart yearns.
Thus life among the living,so much to be enjoyed.
Meets the love from whence it came,again the hearts deployed.
Hence never go away alone,nor ever live in fear,
The presence of an eternal love, always will be near.
She knew the love was not hers to have,the moment had passed away. She still saw him all the time,but the emptiness was hers alone. He knew her well and wished no harm,but could not give her as she truly wanted. He had tried. Years had passed since that last embrace. Near to her in the pain of her heart,he pursued the love of his own. There was nothing more to give. Nothing could be done,She walks in the shadows of the memory,a relic of another time and place. She wished the end would come so soon,but knew such was not to be. Now he is with his chosen love,in painful witness for her to see. She smiles the mask that covers the pain, another day goes by. She has the knowledge that time will heal the pain,but such a block in the fabric of time seems hardly worth the wait. She fiddles her mind in such innocuous ways,to cover the tracks of her folly. For the truth to be known is perceived as a terrible waste,thus buried within the secret plan. But the secret plan waits to unfold, execution so hard to understand,the happenstance does not will,another day goes by. The radiant shine hurt her eyes,yet did plan not unfold? The beauty of her inner heart answered seven fold. For though the passion does not die,the future still awaits.Seek beauty in the sky. Dream on little angel,he is not to blame. Live life to the fullest,not in deaths name. Do not purposely die.
It is interesting to note that in the public opinion poll taken in the US http://natmonitor.com/2013/01/10/congress-more-unpopular-than-donald-trump-americans-say-yes/, the 112/113th congress of the United States, while extremely unpopular is nonetheless more popular than Communism. This is interesting in the fact the US has a large percentage of its population (73%) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religion_in_the_United_States that claim to adhere to some sect of the Christian faiths. What makes this interesting is pure communism (from Latin communis – common, universal, not the Marxist derived socialistic political systems operating under the Communist label, such as Vietnam and China) is a basic teaching of the Christian bible. Pure Communism is reflected in the life of Jesus, for instance, what did Jesus own? How did Jesus live? Why did Jesus throw the money changers out from the temple? Christianity also shares with the rest of the world the golden rule, Do unto others as you would have them do unto…
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Eyes of the Soul
I shipped out on board the Gypsy Witch to escape from her piercing eyes which haunted me continuously,but still they remained, always present,even after crossing over thousands of miles of deep ocean. She had been so sweet and kind in her parting of the ways,yet in her never ending kindness lived a relentless pain for which I knew of no cure. My escape into the sea had boomeranged as the stinging salt spray drove the loneliness ever deeper into my soul. Our fine 3 masted clipper ship was beating windward now into a relentless freezing gale over a seemingly endless white capped sea. The beautiful and majestic Witch took the freezing gale in her teeth, as she plowed her fine lined sturdy clipper bow onward towards the treacherous Horn, each oncoming wave sending shudders down her spine and huge plumes of spray over the windward rail. The cry of the wind as it sang in the rigging was music to my tortured soul,whistling and then screaming in one long eerie song. I felt as one with the Witch as we faced the punishment of our existence from which there seemed no escape. My regression into the past was momentarily broken with the barking of orders to go aloft and reset the Moonrakers. These aptly named sails were the highest up, thus very dangerous sails at the peak of our tall ship. The crazy bastard of a captain seemed intent on killing us all in the name of speed, fame and glory. From the deck,that was just fine with me. I gritted my teeth and scampered up the twisting ratlines with my shipmates to each successive spar ever ascending. High up in rigging the ship’s motion turned much more violent, with a wild pitch and sway motion that made it very difficult to hold on. Looking down,the ship appeared as a small toy beneath the bending and swaying of the mast. The freezing wind screamed in the rigging all around. I was the first to reach the Moonraker spar. Placing my feet on the footline we stood upon and braced against to furl and unfurl the sail,I began to work my way to the end of the spar,holding onto the spar and inching my way out to the end. I felt the shifting and tugging of the footline as my shipmates stepped onto the line to take their positions behind me along the spar. I never was comfortable with working at such heights,even when in more calm conditions,it was simply something I learned to stomach as I did what was required. Fear and prayer were constant companions as I worked aloft in the ships rig,only lessoned by frequent numbing fatigue. Suddenly, I felt the footline go slack beneath me. I instinctively hugged the spar as I heard a shipmate scream as he instantly fell. In the ensuing blur I could not discern where he landed. I hoped it was in the ocean,however even that was an almost certain death,as a ship in those conditions is impossible to stop. It would be very difficult for the sailors on deck to get a life ring to him in time. The rapid onset of hypothermia then becomes a welcome blessing to the overboard sailor. The southern ocean tossed the ship violently as if intent to shake the rest of the sailors from her rig. The mistress of the sea seemed to revel in her dominion,exercising her frightful power of life over death. I hugged the spar tightly in pure terror,uncertain how I would get to safety. Her warm piercing eyes returned,I hugged the cold rough life sustaining spar. It was impossible to let her go. Could there be a second chance. God help me to survive.
God is a term used within this context to describe the indescribable and unnameable. This is an expression of an entity that is within and without all the universe and beyond the human cognizant comprehension. God exists within a universe within the tiniest neutron,to neutrons comprising the furthest understanding of universe within universe upon universe. God is simultaneously methane rain on a planetary moon while experiencing human free will joy and suffering,still yet while being the life giving photosynthesis of phytoplankton of oceans. God is the essence of conscious thought embodied in human free will transmitted through and part of legions of angelic embodiments. One impermeation of all, while simultaneously separate and distinct. God is indescribable universal love.
In the love of God,my entity exists as both male and female,one cannot exist as one without the other. My incarnation of human form was born into a male body,which was blessed…
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