Touché
“Blessed is the man that has a virtuous woman, for the number of his days shall be double.” – Ecclesiastics 26:1 I have been getting through the days by imagining the charade as a play that ends every night and … Continue reading
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A Remnant Taste
You have a taste of storm on your lips.But where have you been?A remnant taste of bitterness at first, stomach-turningbut then how else do you rise higher than you could ever imagine?
A Sweet Bunch
Alive, vital and back to my sentient self as I was designed to be. Once you start enjoying your own company, you enjoy the company of others, in particular those who have claimed their supreme sacredness as well. Those who … Continue reading
There’s No Time Like Now
Take a bit of a reprieve to breathe then, pony on up. Anticipate it, expect it and even if you don’t feel like it, still do the thing. If you did someone wrong straighten it out. Remember, “everything [to] love … Continue reading
Hey, Good Looking!
She looks spritely doesn’t she as summer filters through the pollen dusted windows? It’s a tricky thing, to have your kitchen positioned in blunt view, or perhaps a forthright spurring is just what’s required. Pulling up even in a vehicle, … Continue reading
Keeping it Cool
Fractured no more, intrinsic knowing,from each other, a rift closingfalse authoritative power, endorsed no morescaffolding of dependency, collapsingbeaming from above, gilded lighthands of love, reachinghearts, a mendingmindsets set forth, transparenttaste buds, tantalizing. Oh, what a little cacao in an icy … Continue reading
Need New Dreams Tonight
Getting our rhythm on over here,under the ever present.Flowing with the great fallsburned by the fire of loveyet the underlying current, pulsingsorting things out againsome call it “The Way”I call it rising like a riverI’ll explain more in my dreams.
The Return of Miracles and Magic
In front of our eyes, a vanishing primordial spirit of the landoutside our perspective zone, an enveloping consciousness evolvingwithin our hearts, a more beautiful world calcifiedin our perception still, a banality of God’s patternit’s there, isn’t it? and we are … Continue reading
Gritty Mid-Summer Afternoons
All things glorious, our mid-summer groovein clenched fists, looped ropetrailing behind, sauntering coltsupdrift from hoofs, dustcaught in dancing cilia of tiny nostrils, dirta dash into a reprieve from the mid-afternoon sun and not short on words, camp girls in search … Continue reading
Playin’
From the start and some ways into it, hazinesslaborious and lingering, veil of shameinstant yet never wholly gratifying, uninhibited encounterswhat’s meant to be seen, everything resolutely walled in the darkerrantly tiresome, a fabled fiendauthentic power in substance, burrowed too far … Continue reading
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