joy

A Fever

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Voodoo

Brilliant warm reds

caress the darkening sky

A fever pitch of

colored emotion

I am not at all

at peace

Pieces come un glu ed

with blue blurred

lines and a hopscotch

of memories


Spinning and spinning

Eyes upward, heart heartward, feet floating

 

I can swim but sometimes drowning scares

the hell out of me

Inside. I stay there often; too often.

Too often, time is reduced to

tentative and fleeting moments.

Brilliant warm reds

caress the darkening sky

A fevered pitch of

colored emotion

I am not at all at peace

Pieces come un glu ed

Though, sometimes-

the glow of sunshine

defrosts my thoughts

and devastates my

structured palace

The walls, they tumble down

And, in the span of two small breaths

I step outside

to not just watch

but to become.

Two small breaths

-Laughter

Two small breaths

-Joy

Two small breaths

-Surrender

Two small breaths

-Drowning


Spinning and spinning

Eyes upward, heart heaving, feet frantic

 

The heavy drum of heartache

beats beats beats

I can swim

but only

if I stay inside

Only, inside.

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Trumpets Of Renewal

Folder: 
Resurrection

 

 

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TRUMPETS OF RENEWAL
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Lilies ….. silent trumpets

of joy, healing, and fragrance…

broadcasting

in all directions

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-saiom shriver-

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The Sun Revolves

baby, look around you, i built this world for you.

don't listen to those scientifc fools.

the sun revolves around you.

 

the blue sky, these trees, and the birds singing are all here for you.

no worries or fears my dear,

because the sun revolves around you.

 

the stars are infinite with a light that never ends.

all the world smiles because of the same light shining from your eyes.

the moon reflects upon your face no darkness can stop the force of your happiness.

no stress or frowns, my sweet child, can ever bring you down,

because the sun revolves around you.

Know-It-All

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He who knows it all

 

Truly knows nothing.

 

 

My father,

 

A wise, man of honor,

 

He always told us

 

That the reason we were blessed

 

To live in America,

 

Is because the higher brother

 

Was always looking down on us,

 

And watching over big brother

 

As big brother fell hardest

 

During times of egoism.

 

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I guess that's why 

 

I believe 911 was staged.

 

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It was,

 

Staged.

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

America

Dove Love

I will climb up your mountain and wait…for your arrival.

As I see your cloud approaching I will greet you with a smile.

The oceans will rise, to meet with your feet.

Your integrity and beauty can easily be seen.

And you offer your hand…and I accept,

With no hesitation…no I’m not fakin’...

My legs won’t stop shakin’!

We’ll light the sky on fire.

And we’ll ride every shooting star.

As the sun melts, fire begins to crash.

But no worries! No worries!!

Because

You

Love

Ash.

. . .

Love will leave us blind.

But these doves will keep on dancing, on the sands of time.

Love will leave us blind.

But these doves will keep on singing, through the test of time…

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

- Garrett Ash     https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=528793460520577&set=vb.379983085401616&type=2&theater        <---HERE IS ME PERFORMING THE SONG. SINGING AND PLAYING THE ORIGINAL SCORE OF MINE...Enjoy! ;)

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Arrive

 

 

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(thetaoofrecovery.com)

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Style,

Age,

Grace,

Life,

Space,

Choice,

Live,

Accept,

All,

Joy,

Heart,

Balance,

Arrive.

 

3:12 AM 8/6/2013 ©

 

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no regrets

 

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who cares if there 

are flowers on my corpse 

if I'm dead?


if love is your intent

then bring me

some good memories

and things you learned 

to make your life easier

and more worth living.


wrap it up in a rusted coffee can

from some dark alley where babies lie in dumpsters

and place it somewhere all can see and be comforted

that someone thought about them, and cared

about why their lives ended, and tried to understand

not to punish, but to prevent it.

 

give me life in my death,

and not sorrow for

what you forgot to do

or not do, to prevent 

yourself from being hurt

on the day I leave here.


funerals are for the ones who are left here,

because the only thing I intend 

to leave you after material possessions

are divied out,

is the same thing since the day 

I first looked in your eyes,


the gratitude for having shared moments together.


we have all been dying since the day we were born,

and if we arrive at our final resting place in peace,

and not at the hands of violence,

then we have been granted more than enough

to say we have been blessed.

I spend my days now thinking what a beautiful soul you are.






 

5:35 PM 8/4/2013 ©


inspired by http://www.postpoems.org/authors/huliganfish/poem/964713

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Long Distance Relationship.

Mysterious-
As you thinly spread magenta 
polish on your bright-
pink finger nails.
Deep blood that penetrates 
the surface.
Your keratin-
dusted ad speckled with burgundy-
DNA.

Certificates of excellence-
scattered on your pale
amethyst walls.
Your dwellings-
mirror yourself-
in ways no one else can notice.
Lilies and quotes-
painted-
surround you.
Bible verses hoover over your head.

Subjected.
Known-
Loved-
admired by many.
Who are you?
A shadow of dozens of golden stars?
A characterization of the millions 
of characters you've read about?
A description of influential 
words that roll off your pen?
An imitation-
of the paint strokes you create?

I yearn- to learn your ways.
Your movements-
I desire to delve-
Connect the sparks in your mind.
Bathe in your psyche.
Loathe your troubles-
Grow from your challenges-
Comprehend the misunderstood

What brings joy to your eyes?
Pleasure?
As the sun rises-
as the rain platters on-
the window.
Autumn breezes-
Wind teases-
shuffling of sienna brown-
burnt orange and crimson leaves.
The smell of antique-
age stained novel pages.
Crisp.
Lulling sounds of music-
as lyrics twist and turn
through your ear drum.
Peace.

What time do you rise?
the times you fall-
What intimidates?
Empowers?
My love.
Distant-
yet-
extremely close.
Bold-
and open.

Affection drips-
as you brush your hair.
Platinum.
Radiant-
Enamel;
Glistening in the-
Eye numbing rays of the sun.
You've learned to love-
Gratitude to your mother.
Giving you grace-
instructing you well.
Gentle-
Delicate.

Your attention is wanted.
Needed.
However-
Your time is taken.
Woven strands-
Cradling.
More becomes less-
As you try to do your best-
Control.

I'll remain.
In the distance.
Waiting.
Debating-
Patiently-
for your attention.
Admiration-
Adoration;
As I continue-
the long distance relationship-
with my love.
Me. 

Perfect Sense

I think hate comes from ignorance,
They say ignorance is bliss,
But I think ignorance comes from a lack of joy,
And anger turned inwards onto the self.
Joy comes from connection to the Divine spark
In all living things, so it would make perfect
Sense that there is so much depression,
Anger and ignorance in the world,
Because it is clear we have somehow
Lost respect for all living things as a species.

Sorrow can come from a lot of different
Conscious and subconscious places, I think,
But if we are neglecting our source of joy,
Then it would make perfect sense that
We would feel a deep sorrow as we watch
The world as it falls apart, and know,
Deep within us, why it is happening,
Even if we wear a mask to hide it.
When i say 'joy' I do not mean simply
A smile or a fleeting thrill from a gift given,
When I say 'joy' I mean a lasting flame of inner peace
And contentment that carries us past any
And all upsets and conflicts we run into.

I do not know of any children who are taught
These things. Are they important to anyone anymore
In our busy lives where there is so much
That is more important than ridding the earth of hate?
I am only one person, but I just do not agree that
Ignorance is bliss. Years ago I may have said yes,
Because years ago I did not know what bliss was,
But now being familiar with bliss, having experienced
Deep depression, having learned the ways I have fallen
Into ignorance and anger turned outward ,
I am more sure than ever about these things
As far as myself goes, anyway.

Saying 'ignorance is bliss' may just be someone's way
Of saying 'I'm too depressed and angry to care',

And, 'I don't want to admit it because it's just easier

To be in denial about the whole big mess'.

Sound right to you?

 

Have a great day.

 

8:41 AM 5/10/2013

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