I've seen shadows erase rainbows
and raindrops drowned the sun,
I've even seen the blues overwhelm the day;

occasionally, what's what comes strange
and sorrow morphs into fun,
then, children crave schoolwork, instead of play!

Sometimes it can be troublesome
wiping up the messy tears,
it's confusing when they continually return!

I've learned to swing at life's curveballs,
and seen laughter sprout from fears,
then, drawn a blank seeing clues I can't discern.

Hidden layers of meaning,
completely permeate The Word;
they’re found by spiritual eyes
and a desire for absolute Truth-
to overcome the enemy’s lies.

Take time to study the Bible
and its many, divine precepts.
Embrace them with your heart;
learn lessons from others’ pain;
keep life from falling apart.

Be led by the true Love,
behind the scarlet thread;
for God identifies His own,
by the principles found…
in the Scriptures alone.
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Author Notes:

twenty miles to the gallon
with a short stroke
hardened cam and
ported polished
she growls when i
drop the hammer

drone down the interstate
white line flashing like
deaths rib

twin cherry bombs
throbbing
bolted down
to the iron Interceptor
hauling ass

nightmare marauder
thundering
and a Python magnum
in a slip holster
wrapped in its thin
belts
beneath the Dickie jacket

flip rear seats
and sleeper style
detroit girl
jewel of the nile

tentacle ten table
octopus wing oscillate
quaterfoil moulded splayed lea
banqueting from Brighton
Saunders tapered padded
paneled sea trails cut brass
trellis elixir sprayed aprons
outline eastern wise men
dragons of habitual
above their firmament
inlay of prominence, water colour view
combining Gothic and oriental elements
electric fantastical fanatical

a message deliver,
the arrival of a new lover is near
we all love roses
my dear,
never of the thorns ever fear

they prick just slightly
you are used to severer ones

so let all roses speak for you
your love
she must earn

in the desire of innate love
she may like to,
like a simple butterfly burn

beautiful roses she will get in return

On a wisp of wattle
that cradled in the fig,
a dreaming began,
as sleep draped veils
to nurture a gleam into
dazed eyes,
as mantles of moonbeam
wreath temples
I fell to,

A gathering cluster
that saturated all reality,

a sculptor with tool
set about carving
a bird of paradise
as form finished
it flew away

A dove birthed
from a painters brush
and wiggled free to
splash the canvas of black
staining its feathers
in obsidian

NO VACANCY

blurry satellite idle
hot dry air on your naked legs
in the shadows your eyes
drift hot and tender
your anger sharp as a shiv

beneath our atrocity fields
flutter memories
like fresh crystalline snowfall
pure and cut right

boxes of black and whites
sepia in the drawn open
hideaway lights

toes on the radio knob
and a cigarette from
cinnamon lips

shift the crooked hip
never healing from the crash
the metal plates
and skin graphs

Were l able to truly play guitar
like the masters of the art,
I'd play for you the sweetest melodies;

then afterwards, within your eyes
I'd be inspired then to write,
with that feeling flowing through me like a breeze.

I wish l better understood
the meaning of my life,
or better yet the meaning that is yours;

then afterwards, within your heart
my vision would then clear,
and l'd comfort you whilste opening your doors.

I can't remember
the shape of your eyes
but the glance I still do
as beautiful as invisible
as calm as afraid

Because here
in the mountain
darkness is draping me with fear

And I feel that someone is walking behind me

If I turn back
I extinguish myself
I cease