Petty Delusions

Over night disappointed I am and prone to hallucinations
Of things that already could fulfill broken expectations
But thank you mind for portraying that most pleasant of surprise
I guess it's better than nothing seeing it with my third eye

The shallow end of life is seen everyday
A peak into my subconcious all want some say
Truth is just perception so perception of ourselves
Should be what we truly love regardless of the bells

Thrown into confusion cuddled by a ghost
Kissed by lips of pure folklore and caressed down by the coast
But wake up in my bed I do
Used by one, named for two

It's scary to know I prefer the dark
The deep end full of sharks
The things my mind could conjure up
Could kill me before I wake up

But on the off chance that my dreams are sweet
On my pillow my head will keep
To hold a hand and kiss a cheek
And love a love to which no one can cling

(dec25) time

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Earth

Walking along the road one day
A doe emerged from the trees to say
"Hello!" though I thought it quite queer
So I simply asked, "what are you doing here?"

To warn you of the sky
And waves you see
They can't be controlled
Even by me

So I'll pray to the Gods
Of mercy at be
That you're a kind fellow
To have grace on thee

Then a stone rose
From the ground
Proving a mountain
I was in surround

The bird's followed
My ascent
Sang their song
My company kept

A caterpillar crawled
Down near my foot
On my shoulder he went
Far from my boot

The clouds formed
Shapes and brilliant colors
While the stars
Connected dots of folklores and brothers

Then when the top
I finally reached
I looked at the land
And serene beach

Then the first fellow I saw
Spoke with great power and drawl
"What took so long
To reach such great heights"

"The journey was pleasant
There was no need for flight"

Whatever the matter
He handed me this
A spear and flame
"Next time travel with haste"

"But these books
Have told me
To wait and stop
To see the beauty made by God"

The man replied
With hate in his lungs
"Fight and take what you need
To build a world better than He"

I frowned at the man
Not knowing what to speak
I'd built tools of teak
And listened to bird's beak

They all came from
What was already there
Why make more
When what I need is right here

Humble I'll be
Grateful I am
That no hatred
Resides in this heart of man

Pride is not something for me
It steals and kills and makes the sea
Swallow you whole
Because what you keep

Is bitter and resent
There are trees but you build a tent

Make it harder you have
To live and love
In this earth we share
When God's already given us
The ground and air
The birds and bees
'Cause all we need
Is peace and love
So let it be

Sun Beams Endlessly - Winter's Warm Together, Time's Worn Alone

roofs hold the night sky
for those holed inside,
held in light

blue hues begin to end and then
views condense to dew
green lights its room
and mine, too

ethereal, ephemeral, a musing fume
light hits white and refracts into blue

trees alight and divide, delighted to be
up on lit horizon, shadowing me

coalescing kaleidoscopes climb into sky
shimmering into time

pale pastel restorations refrain
set on sun-filter frames, sent to old age
incessant, iridescent, a spectrum descendant
outside wind and rain is inside time's brain

its secrets unwind in wind
an ancestral spectral enveloped again
a spectrum echoing itself in
memories thread symmetry at their ends

a thousand stars and one constellation-
a thousand loves and one consolation-
a thousand songs and one singer-
a thousand dreams and one believer-

moments enamored, in amber to us
one to begin, one to rust, and
one to know two
sides to the moon

webs of sun ebb on frames unstrung
stars write the songs unsung
proving themselves, young sons
skies open up in illumination of:

     draw back the crescent cataract
     arrest the sun while it stacks
     in the window cracks, the diademed lilac,
     don't think back
     what's known, what's forgotten is
     once known, once forgotten

     thread the memories into symmetry
     in the silhouette's dream
     the sky and the sea, mist surrounding
     your bright quiet gift's mystery

folded mountain roads hold stories once told
of twilit countenance, the solemness of old
worded worlds are wonder unfurled,
two become one to know

some give time to find it
idled as towns build by and by
while the sun sits in eyes
and sets time aside
beaming endlessly in remembering dreams
comes forgetfulness of in between
diadem winds warmth into breeze
the embers of December are blowing

some die into night
vying unto light
mirrors of sky
densely dilating time
a self's silhouette cast in a net of white
God's jewelry eyes

to turn fate and run,
stop, look, and listen: ...

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     purposes and formatted
     as such as this - - - - ]

my pen loses ink, i fall back to sleep, i forget my dreams
and when i wake, it sometimes takes reminding
that this is still finding

time folds its molds again
children returning their givens
and then it's finished
holding life eventually
is sleeping infinitely
affinity
wish you were with me, one-once something
was

i wish i was here, my friend
i leave outside ends
easing ending memories into symmetry
snug as a bug on the tip of God's thumb

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this is still unfinished but tis time to post again anyway!