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Open your eyes walker,
Open your eyes and see the world
Looking around with every step,
Being one with nature
Being one with you.
Open your eyes walker,
Open your heart and feel
‘Cuz what options are there,
Oh walker walking in the walk
Walking through the road,
What option are there
When there are no options?
Sparkling Shining Dazzling
A Diamond ring
A Ruby set in a stone
Polished Opal
Glittering Emerald
Splendid to see
Just like a jewel
As darkness prints down with its claw,
they would share the same room, the same
bed and the same pillow- the dame
and her poisonous fellow.
Every night, the snake would crawl in
with its bold, green shiny eyes
while twitching along with its tail.
It starts the hissing, spitting
and growling then tightly twists
around to torque the frightened lady.
Injecting in its venom, the snake
would send her forever dead.
Black raven on top of Golden Corral
called out to me in the parking lot
sitting on the rooftop.
aimed by my iphone
measuring this big bird
to capture it on video
Target practice; not supposed to be me
Paper circles in back of the house
Birthday boy, reloading after a win
Bang! Someone punched me in the eye
Walking to Catherine's house
I'm afraid the party's off
She faints and brother Johhny says;"Shit!"
Fast ride to the hospital
Walking, reaching and touching
Was a relearning experience
Not always good
Like a newborn doing small steps
I distance myself from me
away I move a million miles
beyond the homicidal floor of self
and its narrow dead sticky
fly paper walls
away from chatter castrati
and miraculous mirrors
away from vanity and horror
and the voices of shadow
I distance myself from me
I step from lunary worlds and big blue marble
and I have only
myself
a river of breaths
like transparent shaped hands
dominion of air
in a cage of bones
all petty fetters
I don't like go for any cremation
it gives me a feeling of damnation
but
today I went to the 4th day
the ceremony was gracious
all carnations
and white Lily s
a very high lavish tea
lawns were packed fully
it was is if he were reborn
in heaven
all earthly birthdays
will be forgotten
but this one
will be a remembrance
for all times to come
may now Divinity
look after him
as he finally is now
with HIM
Amen
Soft landing
with clarity & wide undistorted view
a place to breathe, reflect, appreciate
& then a surprise voice or two
a warm bathing in a sense of "home".
& a smile cradles my pleasure.
I am grateful for yet more perspective,
treasure it & revel in it's ability to open yet more,
yet better... yet further.
I have missed these good hearts, these sharp minds, these full lives
that share the words woven into imagery, feeling, story.
I have missed my own flow onto the page.
There's angel love around me
Singing praises when in doubt,
Angel speaks, number sequences,
Nature's creatures knows my name.
Darkness and light fight it out,
Flickering in candle flames
The old deep blue has come home again
rode in on the wings of an arid December.
Now it’s here, most days, just to help you remember
the taste of a broken mind,
And the old deep blue is home again
it opened the door to let itself in.
Now even your toothbrush knows its teeth marks,
running sporadically,
down the white-green sides.