early evening of fall just barely chilly night holds all that will ever be held in place for me again as i am splattered across the milky way i want to sparkle like the star i traveled here from, want to light up the night sky with my splendid demise a small big bang a collision of stars their substance unknown, form ever changed at the Asian restaurant my fortune speaks of new opportunities endings and beginnings holding hands in their walk across the Universe these two seeming opposites entwined in my fragile body, or am i really a body of light chasing again the forever donkey's carrot where i still seek a better world a loving habitat stepping outside the convention where the speaches have been the same since they were invented traditon as boring as the old man who sits in front of his television, his only vision as blind as his cultural teaching that told him he was useless for no known reason before be he opens his old scripture the page falls open to words so astonishing he reads on your old men will dream dreams he remembers something about Spirit, turns off the broken TV and goes to sleep awaking in his dream he is surrounded by dancing crowds dreaming his dream it's like a vision one he had fifty years ago when his kids were young In the morning he carries his coffee outside looks up for the first time in years his neck stiff and cranky and then just as the sun comes into full view he begins to dance.
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bashed in computer criminal intent tears shed loss accepted the end of an era beginning of a new that will not be denied though there is a small group that hates my brother sending me one of his my son rigging the old and holding my hand on the new venture adventure there is a large group of lovers lurking in all the crevases popping up to give. 82 more words
guess it's time to write anew poem about ending all the old life is priced with blue painting tape tags twenty-five cents dishes we ate on and the pans of the wrm way i used to cook, 2 dollars for the sheets we used to make love on, a dolla for the tender mercy of our mixing bowls nothing for the way our world got shreaded by evil intent but turned into new begginnings by the One who makes all things New
i call my new biz buzz Just Connections it's fair trade stuff from around the world so when the connections pop up for me here there and everywhere i am astounded at the red threads that link me to everything in the Universe what I see is golden light made of nothing but love though the mountains sometimes fall and the people roar in pain for me there is just One a tapestry tightly woven and not thread bare quilting our way through the valleys wars come money flies children grow parents die and still there is only that love glue given many names but only One a stronger thread than any chord humans have made.
maybe im just exhausted from too many computer hours making my dream online Fair Trade store come alive or maybe i'm really just sick of everyone who knows everything and quotes everyone who knows everything when i want to sit in the moonlight or sunlight and listen to the voice of a universe i am a very piece of feel her filling up the spaces that are empty from too many answers i want to soak my feet in the water of oneness, lay down on the bed of not knowing empty the brain and open the mind i don't mind being ingnorant, knowing i learned a long time ago won't save me i let go like a monkey jumping from tree to tree not even a whisper of fear to keep me from smiling