Summer is almost
Over as just begun
Did I catch the wave at
The shot of June’s gun?
Everything has been
Weave and scramble
Dodging the heat
As rent by gamble
Weeds now at seed
Need pulling speed
Gardening’s the one
Project craving feed
Kept wanting to focus
On editing and music
But maybe these are
Fall to winter projects
When sunlight pales
As cold sings its gale
And by a heater’s fire
Hours spent are cozy
What could this be?
Why do I feel empty?
I give to others
And help family
I think my body hurts
As engage arm or leg
Gravity is tough going
If spine to neck flayed
To rise from bed
Needs a purpose
Towing the line is
No longer worth it
If movement is stiff
Maybe stay in place
Catch up to moment
Give self some grace
Disco
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The tones and atmospheric effects in this song pair well with “Paladian Showers.”
Well my “once-upon-a-times”
We each must move onward
No more threats of death
Allowed to hang over us
No more running away
From trials of each day
Just facing and bracing
Remembering lessons
Hard-earned by blood
Lost between fingers
Stemming the wounds
By gauzed-over sutures
And turning our faces to
Become whole under sun
I never wanted to hurt you
And did all I could not to
Yet you were the one
Who broke the rules
And we both became
An example of fools
I knew you were under pressure
And that you would regret losses
But I also had no control
You took it away from me
How could I ever trust you again
Having suffered consequences?
How can I trust any man
To stand tall beside me?
“As I drove home last night, the streets were mostly empty, and downtown felt wide open and welcoming.
I thought to myself, ‘What makes a town feel like home to me?’ – for where I live surely has many of these qualifications.
Then I dreamed I was in a place like Portland, and having walked into a bar/restaurant, realized that the drunk and grungy, street-hardened group hanging out there was not my kind of energy.
I left and soon found myself in a health-type grocery store checking out the discounted items of herbal samples and lotions.
I remembered that I used to like making simple leaf and flower combinations, and that I also enjoyed the feel of nourishing creams soaking into my skin with enlivening smells of subtle flower petal additions, such as earthy calendula.
When I happened to look down at the floor, I noticed that very small and polished natural stones had been accidentally dropped here and there, and began following the broken trail as I collected them.
I was often bending over at their level and thus caught the eyes of passing children – who also began collecting as we shared a secret exchange of momentary glee in our separate hunts for pretty gemlings.
A wall disappeared, revealing an open, bright-lit river bank along the store’s entrance where booths had recently been taken down from a community art show event.
As I approached one spot, I noticed that a previous crystal booth’s vendors had left a spread out swath of flat, polished stones of agate, bloodstone, and more types on the ground, and so I sat down on them, feeling their warm heat from having absorbed the sun’s rays radiating into me.
Completely drawing inward, I lifted some strands of my hair that were dangling forward and examined their colors refracting in light, above and in contrast to the sparkling stones below, as I breathed in the smell of green grass and sweet riparian foliage ambiance replenishing my vitaliry.
People passed by, but left me alone, as I basked in my own being’s return to simple innocence and wonder.”
“I love to see you smile…
I hope your smiles mean that you are experiencing more moments of joy in your life.”
“Here’s to my 2 years ago act of valiance – for which I’m still paying!
Woo-Hoo!”
“It may be that we look somewhat similar to each other’s prior love interests, but perhaps this means that we were searching for each other, all along.”
(Title of multiple meanings)
“Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised that I strained a neck muscle.”
“The anxiety levels must have been greatly exacerbated before the two of you met for the first time in person,” the interviewer suggested inquisitively.
“I know that for me, the tension became almost unbearable,” the woman replied, “and I wasn’t at all sure that it was me that he wanted.”
A construct created so forms of life
Can sense their selves in vast space
And so it’s immovability is but
A linear guidance of direction
“He has freed his ability, and I am trapped in mine.”
“I do not like the thought of accidentally trespassing.”
“I’m losing the strength to hold onto you.”
Tapping into rage to fight back the pain.
“It would be nice to move out from pain into a new paradigm, with you.”
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