*
Dawn's gift ribbons pinken the sky.
Soon unwrapped is the present
of the Sun's alllighting presence.
*
Horses need their nostrils cleaned so that they can breathe. It's hard to do with hooves.
How can pigs scratch their backs..They can't reach them with their feet.
Voiceless lambs bound for slaughter can't say that they have thirst
Dogs given laryngectomies in labs
so that they can't cry their pain
Forest animals.. their homes bulldozed...Where can they go?
*
The crabapple tree weaves her
fruits for many a day
only to see them drop onto the
pavement and be smashed. But the streetsweeper
gathered them and tossed them into the woods
behind his home.
*
"Beware of Greeks bearing gifts"
was said of the Trojan horse.
Ignore cats bearing dead mice,
lest they think one approves.
*
The cheerful lift spirits
Bubblers are doublers.
*
The high tide recedes
Presents to all he deeds
He will return soon
with 'gifts from the sea'
*
"Beware of Greeks bearing gifts"
was said of the Trojan horse.
Ignore cats bearing dead mice,
lest they think one approves.
*
The crabapple tree weaves her
fruits for many a day
only to see them drop onto the
pavement and be smashed.
*
For the Good Shepherd's pie
no creature did die
*
In the European Union there is much less
privacy violation by government, phone and internet
corporations. There are more free health care, fewer food ads
and lethal pharmaceutical ads on tv and radio,
lower drug costs, healthier more slender people,
no immoral illegal wars, no prisoner murdering executions,
better animal rights and environment laws.
*
God bless the eyes of all sentient beings today and always, every way and all ways
*
There is a grocery store in our neighborhood. The price of the reusable bags the owners sell is beyond the ability of many. The store chose to have no plastic bags, only deforesting paper ones which cause more climate change, habitat destruction, drought.
If the owners had environmental consciousness they would stop selling animal flesh and sell the reusable bags at cost.
*
The FDA's black box warnings on antidepressants is in regard to their correlation to homicides and suicides. Perhaps antidepressants should be called prodepressants.
*
Daily newspaper writers, magazine editors, etc. do not have their initials carved into trees as a sign of love, but as a notice that they are guilty of arboricide.
*
Robert F Kennedy lost his faith for a while after his brother was assassinated, but after pain, faith came slowly dripping in.
*
The lambs are shorn before they are shiv'd
Soldier children have died before they have lived
*
God bless you each way and all ways
God give you a painless path today and always
*
The Tibetan monk lay weak on his deathbed. Numberless times his servant the Wind turned his prayer wheel.
*
To the candle the flame gives entire yet never diminished is his own fire.
*
The sun does not set. It is the earth which turns away. God never rejects mankind. It is humans who reject God
*
Beach footprints by tidewater erased. Snow footprints
by the sun melted away. Sooner or later God forgives all transgressions.
*
The Gita states that when the student is ready, the teacher appears.
We need not seek the sun. He comes to us.
*
Nearly all the fountain's water falls but some drops are lifted by the evaporator sun Sooner or later all souls merge in God.\
*
Faster than God answers when His Name is invoked are His
responses to cries of agony whether silent or sounded.
*
*
From their hidden cloisters untimely ripped are oysters
For their flesh or pearls shells thrown away
where there's no moisture
*
Near the hickory there's skyblue chicory. Beneath the grey cloud cover,
gold grain fields radiate. Sky and earth reversed
*
Discarded pieces of a quartered baby lamb are thrown into the lambsquarters
*
How did the words of the Peaceful Master
become the tirades of warmonger pastors?
*
The sunset dyed red cloud like Jesus' Turin shroud
rinsed by night of blood in purity shines outloud.
*
With the most leaks the boat
of democracy best floats
*
Hurricane Kate forced proud palms to take padnamaskar of the humble ocean.
As the sea everywhere has feet it's not hard for the trees to show devotion.
*
In World War II, did God select a thorn to remove a thorn?
Churchill the bulldog to remove Hitler the attack dog?
(Neither country was a true democracy. Both leaders were
involved in the bombing of millions of civilians)
*
He plucked a daisy from her plant and began to tear off
petals one by one..saying 'she loves me she loves me not
she loves me she loves me not she loves me'
but the daisy felt he loved her not
*
Dick Van Dyke, Sally Jesse Rafael, Wayne Dyer
for a while they lived in cars. Jesus Christ, Buddha,
Krishna.. for a while they lived neath stars.
*
Classroom teachers reported that
children who watched the 3 Stooges
were hitting others on the playground
like violent unaware scrooges.
*
The country will be better without
insider traders and insider traitors.
God bless the eyes of all sentient beings today and always, every way and all ways
*
He's positive about everything..
and so found a reason to be grateful
about insomnia... it prevents
nightmares'
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Footnote:
Oysters are coprophagous or waste eaters... and as such are correlated to food poisoning incidents and anaphylactic shock
God is beyond gender. Men and women are equal.
It's been a while since I've seen you, been a while since I've heard from you.
Your face is the one thing I can still see, and your voice is the one thing I can still hear.
Mentally, I saw you walking, but you passed me, and didn't notice I was there.
I tried to call out to you, but you didn't hear me.
Once, I thought I loved you, everyone else seemed to think I did too.
But all I felt went away very quickly, like I knew it would.
When I met you, I was happy, we talked almost always, and it was great having someone to talk to.
You were there, when he wasn't.
I appreciate and love you for that.
I've tried to picture what it would be like if I was with you, what it would be like if I was yours instead of his.
Would I be happier? Would I experience what I'm not right now?
So many questions, and so many answers which I haven't found.
Everytime I am alone, I feel some sort of sadness, some sort of emptyness.
Not that it completely has to do with you or him, but I think more to do with the loneliness I've been living with.
Making myself believe things could be different every time I find someone new.
But, you know how it goes, and how its gone for me.
How to walk away from something seems easy, but sometimes, people struggle even when they know they have to let go.
Being with someone new is something I almost don't want to do again.
I don't want to tell anyone else stories of my past, and how I once was.
I don't want to do things and not keep it to myself.
I've always been a quiet and reserved girl, I've always been you could say, overly careful about who I allow to touch me.
Doing things with him, I grew comfortable with, and something I became okay with.
Doing things with you, I've questioned, and thought of, something I would've had to grow comfortable and okay with.
Could I ever do things with you, can I see myself doing things with you, and would I ever see and hear you again........but this time, for real?
I look at how other girls live their lives, and sometimes think of how they handle being physical.
How do they allow themselves to give their all to one guy, and then another after some time has passed?
is there never any regret? Is there never any fear and doubt?
Where does the trust comfort and idea of being okay with it come from?
If things go wrong, how are they able to allow themselves to do it again, and with someone else who isn't meant to be their someone?
And off the topic I wonder, how was someone like you, able to seemingly fall for me?
I am a damaged broken record you see.
What is there to possibly like about me, how can one like me, and why?
Even after trying to be with someone for 5 years, I still don't know why he chose me........but then there's you.
Why did you pick me? why havent you given up? Why do you still wish to have me?
What is there, aside from the reason to do with my body, to like about a woman like me?
The Wind is never too late
Minutes and hours may pool into an endless shadow clock
but She cares not for the tick tock tick tock
She has been cast into many worlds
With no hope to ever unfurl
Ravaged with unrest
We seek Her company but know not what is best
For Her
She curls Her arms in a lover's embrace
We reach out in hope
We leave with despair
To Her
we are a ghost of live's past
we are a measure of time She cannot understand
we become dust in Her shapeless lands
And yet... the Wind is never too late
She casts Her endless touch
Hoping needing yearning
She is here
She is now
She is always
(The past cannot present itself
when the future was never there)
Sadness beckons, widens, and burdens
And like a loose cannon
we shoot out into the distance
reaching out for anything
To hold
To conquer
To master
To love
But, The Wind... She knows
She is never too late
She catches our follies when we become one with the daisies
She carries our songs which blankets those worlds
She chronicles our stories and heralds them across endless sands
The Wind is here
The Wind is now
The Wind is always
For us
For Her
PINK RIBBONS OF LIGHT
Each morning the sun's presence
gives of himself as presents
wrapped most days in streaming
pink ribbons of light
-saiom shriver-
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ice cold numbness
bathing the hands and feet
of soldiers past
doused in healing water
reaching into portals beyond
and flesh and bones
of days gone by
and a time where sirens
fill the skies
the laughter of chidren dies
he glazed the tip of the scapel
to the wound in my mind
unknowing if whether
the stitch would hold
but had faith in the light of my eyes
her pain was great and lasted years
but the greater pain seen in his tears
a universal bandaid was what he saw
to nulify the scars of war
the surgeon's hopes
are filled with fears
but love outlasts
all human tears
12:48 PM 7/4/2013
©
..............
Go on and just let it rain
Rain on down
I don’t care
Anyhow
Keep on washing
This pain away
I don’t care
She’s gone away
Twilight’s moonlight
Shines against the sun
Hasn’t taken over yet
But I know it’s won
Just like how I feel right now
Numbness sets on me
Taking away how I felt
What we could’ve been
Hell ya rain is a good thing
Because where would I really be
Without it taking away my thoughts
And all my memory
Without my past
I have a future
So just go on
Rain on down
I don’t care
Anyhow
Keep on washing
This pain away
I don’t care
She’s gone away
so enticed by your own suffering..
it keeps coming back around..
just when you think you're standing up, you get pushed down.
you wonder, but why bother..
I know what that feels like...
to be swallowing dirt, with your face planted into the ground..
your mind is in constant crucifixion..
you can't look at the clouds, & know the sun is behind it..
the hands of time move in circles...
quality is not quantity..
tomorrow is not today.
if this storm hovers over me,
if it fucking pours down on me,
for all eternity..
raindrops will glisten through my eyes..
you'll see I never tried to hide..
because the rain can bring out our true colors,
when given the chance to pass..
I will walk along a street of rainbows,
while the past burns, & falls to ash..
my heart says not to turn, & walk away..
but so badly it yearns to fly, & just escape..
oh, Sweet Euphoria..
Time flies by way too fast
And what was the present’s now the past
And I think how we were back then
The trees whisper your name again
Sing to me sweet memories
Of just how great things used to be
Remind me again what went wrong
To end the time when we’d get along
Laughing and playing in the summer breeze
Jumping in the river from an old tree
I remember how great things were back then
Sing to me sweet memories
Twelve years later at a county fair
Our first date I was so scared
But your hand felt so right in mine
How would I know I’d forget that time?
Our wedding day, and honeymoon
Before long you’re a mother soon
I felt like I was on top then
I wish I could go back again
Sing to me sweet memories
Of just how things used to be
Of how her kiss felt that night
How holding her felt so right
Knowing my son was on the way
Thanking God everyday
I remember how great things were back then
Sing to me sweet memories
Here I sit in a Hospital room
Doctor says it will be soon
Forgotten life for so long
And my body is not so strong
But as I’m leaving, just before I pass
I see my life through the looking glass
And I see my wife once again
I remember how it was back when
Sing to me sweet memories
Of just how things used to be
Kiss my wife every night
Living, loving through my life
Now to Your Son, I’m on my way
Thank You God everyday
For letting me remember how things were back then
Sing to me sweet memories
Sweet memories
Little is known about this entity,
I don't know if it roams free.
It could be locked somewhere,
In the past, future or present.
It is made out of living fire,
Something you could not hire.
Associated with the star Fomalhaut,
Which is its home, its delight.