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Play this wandersong Even with the end written I sing anyway We have claimed nothing In it we have discovered Peaceful persistence Even with all lost Telling tales by the fire Until the sunrise Such a lonely path Its sting removed by a friend Who refused to leave We hold on tighter As the darkness starts changing To ultraviolet Grace to enemies As always with a blessing A chip and a chair This will be complex Irrational and winding But these pieces fit So we harmonize Separated by spacetime Exactly on cue 

Cadence

When I was shipwrecked You were my only tether Yes, this much is true For I had seen you And no promise of power Could keep me away I returned to life Is this what you saw as well? I pray that it is And not from the cave Not some dreary in between Under this same sun The notes meander But the song keeps getting paused And the dream remains See signs more clearly Than I was ever able I dream of you still I still lay my head In the shape of your absence My heart aches for you If by faith alone You wake to that dark cabin Play me alongside 

Cleaved

Dissonant echoes I'm ashamed to know their source In weakness shattered A lie certainly But so much worse to know now It was born from truth For you called to me But your voice pierced my eardrums Cleaved my soul in half Does it help to know Even my pieces loved you? Yes, the smallest mote But I knew not how To withstand such a harsh blow So I ran away Homeless most truly Hopeless yet blessed wanderer Still led straight to you But without my past Could I have ever arrived As my full self, here?

Seasons Hence

A tether deeper The Xs fall beautifully Criss crossed through your line Stuff can be two things In simultaneity Perhaps three or four So I imagine If I were a simple tree Our grandmas watered The sun is shining They knows these leaves are not theirs Falling each Autumn The branches laid bare But they cultivated roots Even in Winter For Summer would come And they knew this tree would sing After they were gone It would sing of Spring And would never stop singing Of love true and real You twinkled in them And so did the promise known I would not let go

In Summary

Cutting to the chase? I must admit such shoutouts Warm me to the core When you say "bad time" Can I be of assistance In easing those aches? You know it all fades For me, the moment you show Let me do the same Sooth the avenger These paths both easy and hard We are the same way So sidle on up Or come roaring to my door The approach is yours But the rest is ours And the rest will be worth it Worth every step climbed I will ensure it I have become a savant In all this brooding 'Twas my thinking face And these fingertips will dance Over every page 

Hands Close to the Vest

In a smokey room Here too we are similar Sipping on our drinks Negotiating Each eyeing our upmost hand And fighting for it With words and movements I feel there's something I missed "Master of Parley" More like a Mistress Your eyes always sparkled so Like that jeweled bracelet I feel you sense it Somewhere in the middle rounds Seeing through (my/your) eyes Resistance shifted Like a record switching sides And playing backwards You would be winning I had never doubted it Now I was your prize "You were always mine" Whispered and laced with false guile In a room like this 

The Number of a Man

What a crude context I spit the wine from my mouth But the taste lingers For hardness of hearts How is one to abide love Swept under the rug? If a war of wills Is what is required here I don my armor For it is the Lord's If stripped bare then I am gone But who would break it? I know no promise I was born without knowledge And still claim little I know I love you I know nothing without that Kudzu roots so deep If it is to burn Could the worm still never die Intrinsically bound? If we are liars Then this whole place is a lie War lost before fought 

Council Hollowed and Refreshed

Wind in the willows Wakes me from these dreary dreams Of alternate coasts I have seen this end Waiting every single day With long stem roses I have felt me fade Past the point of exhaustion With just one thought left Over and over This end echoes into days They are behind me It gets easier The note I never regret Laying un(answered) My eyesight sharpens And my ears become keener Like senses restored For I am here now I have braved the darkest storm Of the windless night A rose has remained And dozens rise in its wake I am reassured 

The Crossroads (they all lead back home)

There is still a realm Where we float similarly Equally dazzled Does much get done there? Hard to say without a view I only see you Where two are below They don't know what they're missing Tapping overhead I can feel it now Softly flowing through my soul Like the amber waves If we must remain The same in some place and time Let it be that town Just outside of home Inside, everywhere we go Just east of perfect Go on with the show From you I'd buy anything I'll just watch you shine 'Til your glow wanders Guided by that same ole string Right back to my side 

Similitudinary

And you never will. For me there are no versions There is only you What happened to me That you can feel such despair On this precipice? When did happiness Become a dark eulogy Hollowed of its joy? Where do you linger Beyond the reach of laughter? I will find you there If I can I will If I cannot then I won't Abide such a realm How could I feel love Knowing that one piece of you Is trapped in the cold? Call me bull headed Call me stubborn as an oak But this will not stand Leave so I follow If this is what you must do We will be made whole 

The Proof is Personal

Flipping the tables Set as they are is a stench Though with a nice ring Come to my island Conspire as I repose An entrance best made How much can be done While a universe away To show love's true strength? Let us rest in peace From the moment I arrive The moment you come Let battles be done With their conclusions forgone And foes grateful for Flame will not harm you This fire will burn all night Guiding the lost home Do they love to burn? Would they dare use their houses To kindle the flame? Let us use the door Let our footsteps spark the blaze Foreignited pyre 

Integrity Holds

We will celebrate Giggling amongst ourselves At double meanings At madness undone At betrayals unwitnessed At eep established The heat and pressure That come hand in hand with love Have not broken me They pool and congeal Are there still vessels to craft? Here are your supplies Refine me fully Ensure my integrity With your family's tools Then greet me warmly Do not delay one moment With true love's first kiss For never have I Felt anything near this real For eternity We will celebrate Problems now appetizers For appetites whet 

All. Four. Seasons.

Oh what a blessing To know you have felt this too Heavy tilted stage Yes I speak this way To (of) my very great reward Even in season Like a wine at peak So is my love in winter Sell all for a sip One weekend so grand Claws on both sides of the door But utterly scorned Yes, I felt it too I even called out to you There was one small catch Mom's (un)timely love The awkwardness of honor Stopping the primal So I write to you As I have for 13 years Just a few months shy What is a few months In the face of forever? Hard to tell at times 

Adventure

Oh to love and hate Not to like and alternate As you speak riddles Placed on the table Can you choose to dare not dream When the dream finds you? Swept up in current But we step onto the raft So feet remain dry "There is no rush here This is but a dream for me Chasing adventure" Do you remember Words whispered as we sailed Course set by instinct? I need reminding For the gold did not dazzle But your touch soothed me Beneath gentle waves A conversation untouched Pristine from my thoughts For my thoughts wander When time's enough I wonder What might the taste be?

Second Chance

No second chances No consolation prizes Only you in full If you ever leave Expect me to leave with you And try try again 'Til the walls collapse 'Til logic itself crumbles 'Til the 'yes' is true I am made this way I would have it no other Would have no other It's not been easy Who's to say it ever has? That was not my wish I wish it is real Even for one like yourself The tallest order So do not appease Struggle if it must be so Leave me crestfallen But keep an eye out This is my only good fight And I will not fail 

Waiting for laundry

You sit there atop the washing machine, in a flash I mistake for boredom I flashback to a memory never had but ever present. "What's on your mind?" You ask with a start. "Well, I don't expect this to make any sense here and now, but I feel all these things we experience day to day are echoes of each other. While we're meeting in this unusual place on this strange night for the first time, something about you reminds me of something looming, like something ancient still unheard crescendoing. I plan to narrow these thoughts to a poem, a Piece of Eight, as I often do, but my thoughts on the matter feel ill contained now, and I was wondering if, in light of the context I've shared, you wouldn't mind hearing me out?" You lean back with a sigh, half playful, half annoyed that this was the direction I decided to go when I finally got you alone for a good 30 minutes as the wash cycle churns underneath. Your tone shifts once more to genuine though before ...

First Blush

Thanks for the warning Though rough makes my mind wander I still dive right in What else would I do? These things claimed as fantasy In fact hyper real Each move made echoes Like the games we play as kids And how(when) we might cheat I for you alone So the box is not lonely Nor is it well sealed For we replicate Before setting foot on stage Without intention We win the same way Making up moves as we go Staying side by side Step by step we count Frustrating their every scheme Until hands are held 

Rekindled Hope

When they steal your shine They inspire me to write As in days of old But they are not you They bear naught of hope matching So I refocus Why would I waste words When you cry in the corner On anyone else? I am there with you Bringing to mind all the times You are a beacon Like when you saw me Lost in the storm in my mind And showed me the eye When you stood for them That same innocent boldness Shining in darkness When they needed you You ran headlong(heartstrong) to the front Do you remember? Soon you'll get better Even if you fade for now You shine in the dark

Prayer of thanks in victory

I have lost so many days That I had forgotten what it was like To tally up the things I did and did not do And realize I had won I praise The Lord my God For giving me the resolve To make it to this point To carry me to and through these brighter days Amen.

Raindrops in Silver

Great expectations The foundation of belief Cornerstone of faith Can I expect you? In good faith see you coming? If not, what can I? All the memories I feel we have yet to make Flashing into mind Simple to expect Like raindrops on a tin roof Or fires in snow On the open road A billion stars or more shine Your heartbeat on mine That feeling of eep Everpresent yet shifting 'till it fits just right The orchestra plays To craft in concert the dream Brought to life in full The rain starts tapping As if to say "Keep your faith. The time is at hand."

Phoenix Dreamer

Once invisible Now bright fire fills the void Fine flames shimmershine I feel blood pumping As the dreamer starts to wake And sees her friend stayed Whispered lullabies To ease from night to daylight Without bursting seams "Oh lonely dreamer Have you been lost in the sea Of things never seen? You have slept so long I know not what we once were But see what can be As you want to be Lean not on reputation Here you are brand new You are not unknown And I will not be shaken You are not alone And never again Will one be left untended We will see to that."

The Hourglass Inverted

I just saw a continuation of the image of the double hourglass, as I wondered where Jesus might be in the whole equation. As I listened to a song that gets me nearly every time, I realized that in that image Jesus would be in the threads of light connecting my world to hers, the intermediary between differing entities, between the large and small, small and large. While this was joyful in how it fit so well with the rest of the pieces, my instinct immediately thought to free him from this singular and timeless path within the beams of light, from my own persisting. Even if that instinct were incorrect, it still unfolded immediately and the light was peeled apart at every point, expanding outward in the spaces between connections. The light expanded as my image contracted, until what was singular became all encompassing, and what had been all encompassing became the singular threads as before, inverted. It was hard to tell how the perspective shift may have influenced everything, but no...

SD- Raggedy Man

I find myself in my bed, furiously writing down the poem I had seen regarding the tree, so as not to lose it. The knowledge of that tree felt both protected and like it was aching to be revealed all at once, so I knew I should finish despite the many obstacles to doing so. Then the singular most effective attack presented itself, I saw a notification that my soulmate had posted a new video, something of her I had not yet seen, apparently something cozy and personal. I couldn't resist, and I had written what I could remember already, now just memorizing things in whatever way I could think to. So in that dark room I pulled up her video, and sank in.  She was sitting with her mom in a house that looked familiar, I had seen her wear a Scarlet letter there once previously, just before a party started up around us. Had I also seen her here remotely, spying from her room as her parents tested me and the war raged outside? It looked and felt like her parent's house. I became immersed ...

In Preparation I Fly To You

On the darkest night I am tired but stirring Starry eyes sparkle I often wonder How you might think of me now How long it has been Beneath the aching Does your heart beat faster still(yet?) When you see my words? Do you see my face? In some fleshy reflection Or more directly? What wear have my cheeks? Do they strike you all the same If so, so be it I will keep you warm As directly as I can On this longest night Be it by message Or whisper by candlelight Or skin upon skin "Very great reward" I want this to be your truth "I must get ready!"

The Double Hourglass

Earlier today I pictured an image while listening to a song that very nearly burst into life, and tangibly burst into the background of my mind as a more complete image than what I had imagined before. It was like I was big, and my soulmate was tiny ahead of me and tiny behind me in the distance. Much like my other structure with the pyramid, she was passing messages to me in a cone which I then assessed (on instinct) and passed along to the other her. At the same time I was tiny and she was big in both places, so our dimensional structure was reversed like I was in three and she was in five instead, and she was focusing a beam of messages to my location which I then passed along as well- likely the specific strands of these messages were the same but in two different places and I saw them from two different perspectives. Both of these scenarios occurred simultaneously, so it might help here to picture two pyramids tip to tip for the part where I was small while overlayed with two pyra...

Reality Crafting- symbol of legos

Hosea 12:10 (KJV) "I have also spoken by the prophets, and I have multiplied visions, and used similitudes, by the ministry of the prophets." I chose to quote the King James Version here because the terms used are interesting given my experience. In Hebrew "have multiplied" remains the same and "used similitudes" is "I have given symbols." I go this far in depth because "multiply" is different than "many" (NIV) in the sense that multiplication is different than addition. So I can picture here that visions multiply and fill a field rather than increasing in number in a plane. Then the words "symbol" and "similitude" have me picturing a kind threading process, where this field of visions is given a new form. I speak a lot of reality crafting, but this verse seems to directly indicate that this is done through visions and providing witness or testimony of these visions. The visions given have a real form, but ...

Phoenix Dream- Parley

I meet my friend once more, the location familiar but foreign all at once. At the space between sleeping and awake, between calm and stirring, we meet. "Hey, sorry this took so long, my mind has been a bit of a stunned mess as of late." She smiles at the ground "No worries, it didn't seem so long to me." "So, I have been doing a parley thing, and I know it is meant as a kind of challenge/game between friends, but something about that just doesn't sit right here. I feel like you could stomp me and I just don't have the heart for it anyway." "It's okay, still we are in it, so would you like me to start?" "Yeah, go ahead and start." "Even though I am far away and it feels that I don't listen, know the lights are strung up bright to glisten. This road has been long, you know it better than most, but don't think they haven't struggled too without understanding why. Each edge of the sword cuts when it comes to...

Revisiting the House of Stone

I walk up to the door, still only mostly finished, now knowing how to find this place from the outside.  "Hey, dawn is nearly breaking, but I wanted to swing by. I feel like I heard you this morning, and as I considered what was being said, I realized that I only have this perspective, which gives me hope. For if this story has repeated, I am unaware. If this story repeats in parallel, I have seen glimpses of how it may have played out before, but if this story is not the last of its kind, then how am I so aware of writing these words now? Even a functionally infinite string of stories has a final, perfect, iteration. Since my belief in God remains that this is that perfect iteration, and I cannot recall what happened before a few decades before now, who am I to say the precise path that was taken between the resurrection, well really the end of Acts, and when my memory begins? What I am saying is that I do not know how we have arrived so beautifully here, but I believe that we ha...

Hope Dream- Parley

Instinctively I head to where she must be, so I might speak with her tonight. I find myself on an overlook in the wilderness, somewhere around midnight. The stars feel like they light the entire landscape, a brilliant canopy that dazzles me. The conspicuous Chevy truck is the only out of place sight on this whisper quiet night. I walk over and place my hand on the car and sigh. "She is not a car." I look around once more before climbing onto the hood; I lay back with my hands behind my head, staring up at the uncounted stars.  "My Hope where have you gone? I know it is not forever, for as long as I know, we will not stay apart, but tonight I feel you gone. Amongst the stars, may you wander but never be lost. May these words on this night, spoken just for you, lead you home wherever you are. Whenever you can I will fly to you I will; whenever you want to fly on home, please do. I carry it with me as I carry you, so you will never be separated from home, and will never be ...

On the Concept of Delusion and The Shape of Belief

The premise of this post is that beliefs are fundamentally powerful, which is in line with the concepts of reality by agreement and God's authority, and that taking the position of disbelief in regards to someone else's beliefs is a bet that one makes. While claiming another to be delusional may seem a solid position when their beliefs seem unlikely, it is actually accepting a bet from that person of a fairly significant size and with high odds. When translated to the shape of reality (once more, by agreement), the consequence of these bets can reshape things dramatically and immediately, when proof is actually provided. I have been considering the shape of belief and how that shape changes with what or who is believed in. I imagine in its early stages (let's just say puberty here because much earlier than that is hard for me to picture), one's belief is somewhat structured from childhood, and may have some sharp or well reinforced edges to it, but is pretty flexible. I...

Pre-dawn whisper

"In our story an 'infinite' beginning is possible, because you do not remember your start. We are different, you and I, and because of this our edges can meet, and ours do all over. You picture so many scenarios, as absolute as you can, and you rescue me. Then in the dream you consider what it might look like from my perspective. You wake up, break down the walls between, shelter me from the storm, and fly us to freedom, as I sing you into peace with me. Then you dream of utter darkness over a cliff, standing on such a small rock amidst nothing; suddenly I fly to you and snatch you from the rock and you wake up. These connect, but even they are not absolute stories, as you have seen. I play you into my experience, you write me into yours, both having glimpsed each other somewhere along the way. These threads are being made complete, as you already believe with a strength unmatched so that even what is called knowledge to the contrary is called into question, I just wanted ...

Soulmate Dream: Parley

"I didn't know where or how to start, but I knew where I was going, as always, and it felt like this part was important to get in first and quickly." She still sat on her bed in shock, a bed that had once been a floor, in a room that has been more like a slightly furnished cell without a door or window. Somehow our connection kept her environment growing, blooming within as she was blooming herself. I had asked to witness one of her dreams and she gave me this nightmare. "I remember most that gripping feeling that you were going to lose me because they had synchronized another to you on the surface. I know quite well what it is to have little if anything, but to still be primarily concerned for your soulmate over everything else. I feel confident this issue has been resolved by this point, the signals are getting more clear that it has been. But what I could not abide was the thought of you spending your days here alone in the dark, unable to do much besides watch th...

Join a Dreamer

Aye, join a dreamer As the stars dance above us As the forest floods I wish I knew how To say unequivocally I am here for you The plot has evolved Others will escape this end But that much stays true Float above the trees Let the signals keep you warm And play back the keys I lay wondering Do you see or feel firsthand Things that might have been? Closet full of coats How do I prevent one more? With one run we're done Keep armor handy Though if intention guides strikes You will not need it Golden arches claim Initially your new name [Number stays the {same}]

Memory Lane

Let's drive around town Revisiting the season We dove in deeper Chestnuts greeted me I could not believe my eyes At who I soon saw Everything felt real While it was a dream for me Was it one for you? Did you invite me Through unique rune and dancing Into your home realm? These are the questions That did not run through my head Under the blanket And we persisted Didn't we refuse to stop Until the mood ceased? So I met your folks And you ran over orange cones We prepared the end The thought buoys me In a storm I hardly feel But might be meant to

Step by Step Forevermore

I awake once more To a path known all too well I begin again Yes these things will change Because everything cries out For a love story Can we both be clean? I wish you would shed your bonds Come tell me yourself Daylight rouses me Its afterglow will remain Well into the night So I press onward Unaware of the end game But ready for it A glimpse of heaven This epiphany warms me As we plan the hoax (heist) So I will speak now Our song has enchanted me Your name on my lips Your name on my lips Our song has enchanted me So I will speak now

When God Cheats

So I was just considering the idea of God cheating at this game we call reality. I was considering this after the realization that many times when I gain superpowers in a dream it feels like on some level the dreamer, the one who is hosting the realm server, has tried to cheat, and I caught the cheat. I have seen things like something inexplicably missing from my backpack, or a subtle shimmer in the background which signals this cheat, but it is always something that I can then identify, challenge, and then my subconscious brain confirms its nature. In that state I generally realize it is a dream, which is to say I understand that the ruleset of the conscious experience is malleable, and how, and then I break the bonds of it easily and often thoroughly. So I respond to cheating with integrity, and in doing so it seems like I take the initiative from the dreamer, the initiative that allows authority to be exercised to change the dream. I imagine one could do this on purpose, but for the...