Beginnings and endings
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Free falling in form sea waves of a storm be calm and conform come see wisdom perform for free paved in the norm we and the jewels we adorn bee and the rainbow in born me in mending the torn in tee mourn free.
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Free falling from the sky, He never said goodbye, Now he's gone, forever gone... Gone is my love, gone, gone, gone...
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gone...Mogollon... only the breezy rim-rides missed... gone...Mogollon...
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Mogollon Rim Wondrous canyon Art of ancient earth's continuous transformation Painted with the brushstrokes of erosion, quakes, and eolian Masters, Destruction and rebirth by elemental fire. (*sacred spirits protect the land and it's inhabitants. Amen*)
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(Wow! That's great!!! Have you been there? And yes, sacred spirits DO protect!!)
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patpatpatti:
(Wow! That's great!!! Have you been there? And yes, sacred spirits DO protect!!)
thanks patpatpatti, but I had inspiration for that one. Yes, I have been there. Too long ago. Maybe I'll return someday. If anyone wants to follow this ditty, you can start with 'fire,' as 'Amen' was used in my prayer not the actual poem.
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Poem written with a pen... I wonder if, or maybe when... Doodle drawn, doodle penciled... Bright sunlight, path dappled. (Mogollon Rim... as in Arizona? Such a pretty part of the state...)
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Dappled I almost stand in the grips of enstrangulation how long 'til dreams come true how long must I wait paused in the midst of battle better than before rents sown pleasure I moan I cannot regenerate on my own I cannot imitate a smile pangs in my heart 4 miles to a new start sinking fast how long will I last. (shall I whither as a general candle weather in subliminal lighting peace as a criminal lift and crease a perenial just a calm before the storm star crossed love to be reborn.)
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Reborn in rare form A quiet shelter from the storm Reawakened from the mists of time Thoughts from the past, float across my mind Like half remembered fragments Images floating by like clouds Dreams of foreign lands recalled Like a flickering movie, I watch enthralled Standing under the Eiffel Tower on a boat, across an angry sea, From a hill, a patchwork quilt Standing on a sandy shore It all seems so familiar, so long ago The question is, how do I know?
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Know how I do let when come true tall trees I see all about me come son come see let one be we ocean venues casting keys sandy sea shores you and me Sunrise comes bursting free waves acrashing time for tea.
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Tea sipped through pursed lips, Not on accident he trips, Over the table and crashing down, The blood seeps into the cold ground. (.... I really don't know......)
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Hi Crossover... I miss you...**huggles** Ground is where my feet should stay But they always float away Like floating round inside a dream Things are never what they seem Flying up into the sky, I hit my head, and wave bye bye The sun rises over clouds below Is this like heaven, I don't know We see the lights out in the night They flash a path, where to alight A bump, a thump, lightly touch down A great big smile, oh what a flight I love to fly around the world To see what's there, new thoughts unfurled The freedom found is an addiction the smiles it brings, a sure prediction Oh I'm a child of the sky My arms are open, I love to fly Like a bird that's chasing rainbows to dance and sing, where ere the wind blows Dancing to music in the air I laugh and sing without a care
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Dancing to music in the air, I laugh and sing without a care... And then life comes, it wakes me, chaining me up, I'm not longer free. Worry and anxiety, Running here and running there, Trying to be me, The spotlight is hard to share. Judging and thinking, Laughing and whispering, How can they even think they know me? When this is all that they'll ever see? Dreams are an escape, Dreams are a release, Dreams are magic, Dreams are wishes. Dancing to music in the air, I laugh and sing without a care... And then life comes, it wakes me, chaining me up, I'm not longer free. (Hello, Love2Travel!! It's great to see you, too! Beautiful poem, by the way...)
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Free Careless And new. See, Loved one - It's you. And the mirror becomes a trash. Lying on the bed I can see the rain of light Coming through the window pane. Standing at the door I can feel the windy night Coming through the private pain. Oh, night, my brother! Oh, light, my mother! More struggle for the freedom, More walking in the snowstorm, More lurking for the swag. That's why we love. That's why we love! And here it comes again. A mirror...
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A mirror In place of what's behind Something we felt proud of Something we worked on ourselves Something we'll never see again.
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Again to find a feeling a scructure I can rely upon.
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Upon the water A reflection of a man In meditation. (God that was horrible.)
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Meditation throughout the day and night Seeking the solution To master elocution The eagle takes flight Towards a new revolution.
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Revolution in waiting waiting impatiently peace train circularing the outskirts of our frailty will there ever be peace? in name fifty million freed in pain.
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The pain is too unbearable Not just a nick or scrape The pain is so terrible I think I'm going to cry.