Spaces and Joins

2020.06.15 Spaces edited

Sometimes I think I am lucky
Others I think I am cursed
Mostly I have learned life
Has its reasons and is unrehearsed.
Between the cradle and the casket
There are many deeds to be done
Some bring rainbow happiness
Some such putrid odor to be shunned.
I find the spaces in the letters
Have gifts to convey if I attune
To the loving things they say
For in them is life even as it is played.
Often I am found outside the lines
Running down highways without any signs
My eyes only gather what appears
In the limited bubble illuminated
Of the space, the dim light skims
Running toward empty with
Indefinite plans that cannot
Be realized before slipping, sliding,
Through my ink-stained hands.
Unable to capture the lines before
The present decides it has other demands
Curtailing the games with fans in the stands
No one the winner, the losers dispersed,
All I have in the markets disbursed.
The sun rising cream, pallid, hazed
Life seeming a reckoning daze, but
I know, LOVE is in the spaces and joins
Where we hold one another
Turning ourselves into better
Than we imagine we will be
Because of the nectar, the treasure,
The overriding dream we still believe
Can be ours forever, living all
We create out of hope and need.

Sometimes the thoughts ferment and foment things not initially thought. I had the spaces between letters, love, and then this came like a tsunami. I can always be schooled.

Keep Walking

One step, up step now
You have a destination
Leave the down step behind,
Chase your dreams, walk your line,
Speak plain truth, let love guide.
Let the negative thought slide past
Pay it scarcely any mind, reach high,
You are precious, your life is meant
For goodness, kindness, compassion
Give yourself a chance for the best
Your experience and others refresh, bless,
Be the memory some hold for hope
Set goals that lift lives aloft
Live alive in love, for peace, in grace,
Embrace who you are, a gift from God,
With the power to help others grow
While learning more of mercy and faith.

2020.06.13 Lilies edited

As a prompt, imagine yourself speaking with someone very different to yourself. Imagine how you would approach subjects, would it make your conversation unusual? Could you be clear? Create something that illustrates your thoughts.

Re-Cla-Ma-Tion

Stress can bury you deep
Heap depression on you
So even in your sleep
There is no relief.
You can become a ghost
Haunting your own home,
Dying to what you desire,
No will to do what is required.
Then suddenly one day
Something changes your life
You see what everyone else
Has been trying to reveal.
Everything out of control
The disaster completely surreal
You realize you have to take command
Find a way to make your existence whole.
So you start the process
Still, ghost walking but seeing
Doing, happening, being, bringing
Life back into your living.
It is overwhelming, painful, hard,
The darkness creeps over and again,
But you hang onto what you saw
In the moment of clarity.
The vision of order, joy, hope, peace,
Of comfort in the environment
Of dominance over certain things,
You know you can exorcise the ghost
And live fully as you wish to; reality.

2020.06.12 Canibal edited

A Gentle Tongue

The positive power
Of kind words is open
To us all in interactions
Along our paths each day.
It is easy to employ
With a minimal effort
And reaches depths of
Need which little else may.
Recognition, sincere compliments,
Appreciation, courtesy, when planted
Within hearts often begin later
To spring forth to the recipient’s gain.
What is given though with no
Return benefit immediately,
Raises joy finding us later
Enhancing the living of our days.