[Being Living:] God is love. Lord you are God. In relational avenues i am alone on main streets, flowering in the alley, alone to my old ways, newfound in company. Positivity attracts itself into me, perceptive fortune free me this fleeting feeling of my life. My intention is love. Love is then the lens through which i perceive all. I pray God
Flower Essay Flowers. Petal lips forming litanical colors inside, more fields of daisies, open the windows, let in the light, the water, the moments eternal expression. They vase our feelings. Give blooming bright and beautiful face for our growth. We stop our step to sit and smell, wonder and awe in this simple elegance of God’s manifest. The flower for me is all of
Autumn Leaf Autumn leaf. Color sienna gold rose, yellow inlay, ochre veins. Months of growth stilled in life, autumn leaf left my feet walking up to an old nameless tree in the city. Birds sang branches above the autumn leaf. I remove my gloves, brr in the chilled air, breath curls cold like the once green leaf, dipped in bronzed seasons change to harden,
Petti Coat Man in a coat. Encompasses a poem written within the air, he walks the laurel yellow groves on side city streets, picks autumn leaves with maple trees permission, he pockets nature’s poesy. God is in his mind, the early winter winds have him petticoated, pocketing, prescribing litanical resurgence in the city of day stars. So flowers swirl round his step, his
12 1 20 Suddenly i have clarity about something, that something is not what can be done but what cannot be done too often. Too often i write, i paint, i play music. I bore myself deep into the oceanic flow through my hands, i drown, i sleep not, eat not, see nobody, scar the sacredness of life, i brink on suicide. There is greatest
Prayer Essay: Write I write to find the feeling of God. I love God and God is who beings me through the days, each breath is a gift given, a golden invitation to appreciate life. I write so often as i need fo be reminded to be keen and attentive in nature, to beauty, to wonder in the awesome work of this universe, the
11 28 20 Love is God. God is love. Though i cannot feel my fingers and the sun is red orange on the horizon. Slept in buffalo park. Where old pines scatter the plains and mountains perch on the land with the type of austerity assured in their faithful devotion to God the creator. I laid in through the night in layers and layers of
11 28 20 Love on. Lipping a cappuccino in a snowy flag cafe, grandiose dreams, valed and canyoned in my mind. Had traveled up and down the rocky ridges of the grand canyon, making cannon faces from felled blue shadows the mountainous layers laid. I'm a painter i told Sofiya and Anna, they're European i suppose; anna is beautiful with lips to match her glamour,
11 27 20 Eternity happens here. Contraposition kept interpolation at rest. Nature knew me well, knew flows found form in separate streams stringing all people in the same love. We are one people of love after all. After all of this life where will you be? With that capital S Self, Sovereignty. For all the expansive songs i hear in my colorful head, for all
Writien jwo Monospace saves us today in the more for love. Eternity happens here. Death makes room for life, ive lived through the ostensible beyondings, met momentarily with forever time and apart time again. What happens when ive written the same thing in different words all my life and my life slips out from me. Rises into eternity, glory save me, God find me here,
