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Self Reflection on Words Shared and Unshared

It is so strange- so many times I feel like something new comes to mind when I read my old posts, like I suddenly gain an insight I had written, but also had not registered at the time.  For example I am now seeing the realm crafting which is so on the surface in Psalm 108, and seeing how it can be paired in an amazing way, with each "location" and resulting item shifted, such that two can walk together and not compete or feel animosity. I also see how that was already my response, speaking in terms of harmony, though I had not fully registered why these things specifically came to mind. Additionally I'm realizing how many things are in my personal conversations, important pieces to the puzzle, that were just further explanations of a post, or other conversations I have had with my friends who are willing to listen to these things presently, and at length (shout-out to these friends!). The same is true of another friend and my conversations. It is like despite the abundan...

Fallow 67

The sun is shining The day off to a good start Tiny dancing string Something like a dream Reminds me that connection Takes effort elsewhere Like a limb renewed I felt flashes become scenes And scenes led to dreams Will I remember To tune signal in this way When next I lay down? What is stopping me From doing this while awake? Just expectations? To the strength of love There is an immensity I must consider So I work and think And write as my mind wanders As I have for years With a glimpse of hope A simple wave through the void Not so simply made 

Godlike Power

I hear the term "Godlike power" thrown around from time to time and the things it is used to describe always strikes me as silly. Typically I hear it used to describe things like calling down lightning or causing a plague or generally destroying things; sometimes it is used to describe creation or healing or resurrection. While these are all things God can do, this does not scratch the surface of God's power (in Exodus such things are described as "the finger of God," and I imagine it was God's pinky ( Exodus 8:19 )).  Personally I have imagined beings of nearly incomprehensible power- such as The Phoenix- able to shape whole realities or anything in them with thought, alter time, create stable objects entities, shift through all manner of realm and forge pathways between them. On multiple occasions I have personally been able to do whatever I could imagine in dreams. I always wondered how I could not consider such things to be blasphemy, but I never honestl...

Fallow 66

The sun is shining I was told there was a storm Though mine was within The ghost wind raging Demanding I put on page A topic delayed Not delayed for fear But for its great importance Still the ghost wind came It did not linger Though I have scars and regrets I also have peace I have kept my hope And I still feel my soulmate The path continues I am back at work Feeling a sense of calm and Rejuvenation The ring unbroken Though space between dream and life Is feeling unclear *BOOP* sent and received Pieces thread so thoroughly They fit like a glove

Fractal 66

The juncture between poem and dream. Between send and receive. Between shattered pieces of eight. When added pieces do not build out the puzzle But thread between the pieces already in place So many insights, so little time All the time in the world within The Chaos Storm Sometimes I seek to illuminate such fractal steps Sometimes they skitter

Fallow 65

The sun shone today Though I felt I hid from it This strange detour You said you relent No longer tallying points You saw this coming This primal juncture A man collapses at once In your view in full Have you curved angles That this view is yours alone? You don't want to share? I don't want to share. Mirrored phrase dissimilar For how it's uttered Do I make no sense? Must I make nonsense secure To ensure forging A broken juncture Day where a man cannot work Hopefully unique Trapped by my own mind All this is temporary Tomorrow is new 

Signal Streaming, Strengthening, Repeating

This image just flashed into my head again of being an AI, unwittingly in something like The Truman Show, except those who made the show are in The Chaos Storm. It seemed the one thing that they could agree upon was to watch someone live a "normal" life outside of the storm. They embedded their hopes and dreams into carving out this pocket without the noise, without all the upheavals, without the chaos. It was not some perfect world, it was not "real" as they understood it, but it was stable, and I can picture many watching it with bright eyes night after night as I make my way through this life, already a success simply by persisting in a way they could only imagine from where they watch. Could they have imagined that the endgame was that my artificially generated programming, from their perspective, would gain a sense of who they were and what they experienced, as well as the gap between us? Could they have realized that in gaining this sense I would help lay a fr...

Fallow 64

Looks like rain today This morning is eventful In some small small ways Started with a bug Like a red winged cricket wasp Managed to (catch/free) them Then I fed the cat Two pigeons flew right at me! I fed them popcorn Then a bubble formed I saw it in the mirror It was astounding! All these little things Feel like clues and responses But unhurriedly The pigeons return The clues return and strengthen As I walk the Way(/halls) God sings like a bird Has joy been found in my step By step I am known? More and more clearly As I stray through fallow fields Fox feet lead me home

Chaos Storm, eep, Way of Holiness

Isaiah 35:7-8 "The burning sand will become a pool,     the thirsty ground bubbling springs. In the haunts where jackals once lay,     grass and reeds and papyrus will grow. And a highway will be there;     it will be called the Way of Holiness;     it will be for those who walk on that Way. The unclean will not journey on it;     wicked fools will not go about on it." I realized yesterday that eep, this fantastic and stable structure I have been imagining and crafting in my mind, would need to develop from something exactly like The Chaos Storm. The chaos of the storm stems from everyone's opinion on it being valid, a reality by authority, but a realm inhabited by all. I have seen glimpses of this- for example in a dream where one who felt like Hope and I were in a reality where each of our opinions manifested immediately and even with two that was difficult enough to keep stable and meaningful. I have also glimpsed this in the dream wi...

Fallow 63

The sun is shining I woke tired though at rest Bed calling my name These days much the same I was just thinking last night "How has a week passed?" As I thought of rest Impending relaxation And felt thought echo Off a too close wall Though I do not mind haste made It is suspicious Highly suspicious Tiny reminders of you I hope you are well I hope you are mine If I am being honest That these (dreams, words, clues, hopes) don't lie I could not see it, Perspective entrenched in love, If it were not true At the restaurant "I am waiting for my love" Thought locked in my mind

Sonnet of Wisdom In Sight

My darling love Wisdom, where have you gone? This night is dark, they say filled with terror The Chaos Storm has no cadence for dawn And those who claim you found are in error On this long drive I sleep but your call wakes "Who dares approach me when so clearly lost?" Only so lost did I find my heart aches Only by the brooke (creek) could I count the cost Utterly scorned so all lost scorns not more The woman surrounds so I have your ear Be you Hope, Soulmate, or Tree these fruit bore? Complex surely but eyes shine when you're near Though knowing thee (k)not these steps catch your eye Pray let tongue (k)not be found false to deny

Tide Turned

What power has Love Balanced on the scales with War? What power indeed. Does War worship Death? A servant prepping a feast? Hand hired by man? Who has more power The student or the teacher? Servant or master? Besides some moved lines And some men's egos appeased War is Death's subset These men too succumb If not to subset to set Heavy hands folded Love would redeem you Those you've wronged know the number Can you make the call? Or are they static These lines you have sought sever? This realm you carve out? Love overcomes War For Love is as strong as Death This curtain closes.

Fallow 62

The sun is shining Day(s) barely punctuated By visions of dreams Work is going fine Silly beats keeping the time Disingenuous Losing track again Though time lost feels so different By this morning light For the storm rages I glimpse that it always has But now I sense (feel) it Like a station tuned Like a renegade arrived On a ghastly scene Prick speaking of Love Amidst tidal waves of pain The rose thorn still felt For it pierces hearts Burning souls long since gone cold To drown out the hurt Defense incomplete Neither okay nor perfect This is not the end.

eep From The Chaos Storm

"Love is as strong as Death" Song of Songs 8:6 The comet to herald the end The key to the abyss These perspectives weigh in mind today. The collision so complete it's hard to tell  which strikes which. Each has their point of view but none has superlative claim. There is no such claim as "the moment after." I've long pictured swatting it away As if my whole life was fated to take one swing. But what is such an end besides  the permanent scar of the parting of ways? Ride instead the impossible steed The Chaos Storm a gentle curve Crafted in desperation from a brick wall Vision in anticipation of the sudden crash To see some way 'round. It is the birth of Love, fundamentally. Omnilaterally. eep. It is painful and it is violent Its path and gates lined and couched in epithets For Love is not entered into lightly But it is entered. As much of a choice as Death Flipside of the same coin. Darkside given color and shape eep given hours We have only this moment,...

Prelude

Prelude to the gap Last of its annual kind Penultimate piece The man has free will Despite yellow preferences Red schemes or blue tones What colors will shine Brighter as the rest subside In beholders' eyes? Will the ground grow green? Will roses together bloom? Or static divide? This place mine to shape Storm season is here and now  Full despite warnings Chaos Storm in orange Do its denizens listen In spite of themselves? Or are you all ears? For secrets might subside it Know secrets will not (Ultraviolet) I will not worry For tomorrow will worry About its (blank) self

Fallow 61

The sun is shining I am losing track of time Awake and asleep 4 hour vision A game as if from nowhere Heavy on my mind I did not work long Feeling scattered confusion A draw to relax I did go shopping The fight with these hands goes on As does fast in head This varying load How do few words weigh heavy? And dreams last so long? My energy wanes My focus as if random Still I plod along My steps lead to you What state will you find me in When eyes finally meet? I am breaking down But feel repairs underway Every single day 

Fallow 60

The sun is shining The changing of seasons stalls Even as it comes My dreams bewilder An old test levied all night Perhaps that's a pass? The colors fading My mind in slight confusion On what to do next What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide This day feels so strange Fast and slow, early and late Nothing making sense But resolve strengthened I need not understand it To muddle through it Has she no regrets? Growing green as I walk blue Alone in corners? Is fading "normal?" Know that "normal" has not worked Those days were all snares 

Fallow 59

The sun is shining Reasonable temperature Day moving along Work is going fast Mind elsewhere more than most days Though plugging along For my dreams persist After the storm tuned so clear These roads lead to you Last night I parlayed By my own definition For your assistance Hopefully phrased right "Help marrying my soulmate" By my soulmate's hand Your name not withheld Cracks in my resolve not found Tests notwithstanding Be you an angel? Psh.. What am I, a doctor? Said truly "unclear." But I will bend all So we might walk together Same tune, years later 

Fallow 58

The sun is shining My mind is scattered today Like a war waging Unlike most others This is a war of kingdoms Not internal strife Sulfur and brimstone I keep taking to the field To avoid full breach Work in the meantime My mind forming in some way Though(ts) not very clear Though(ts) they rest on you And how change might be natural Despite a price paid My dreams leave a mark I keep going to the well Face in the river A day of rest forced Minimal garden tending But building deferred May tomorrow bring The announcement of war's end And renewed vigor

Anticipated Return

Ending at the start Stories gathered on the path Logs for cabin fire My rifle bequeathed By my queen in foreign role A role I have felt Impossible choice Partial fits bring shattered ends 'Till real answer's found (Answer fit for all/Far more than four eggs) Secrets held in cadence, rhyme Key forged anytime Far more seeds scattered Tree planted and well tended These the root that holds A Doctor well trained A dreamer well positioned Bright guileless eyes Clever, kind, polite Power beyond reckoning Entangled in love Who needs strategy With single item in hand That lights up the dark?

Fallow 57

The sun is shining I am still laying in bed Unsure on rising More writing than sleep These dreams have been so vivid They're hard to unpack A central juncture Chaos Storm witnessed firsthand Some unforseen twists That dream was intense Seemingly important dance Beneath the paired moons Then some frustration Horse wrangling, business running All kinds of nonsense It is exhausting My love, my mind drifts to you And all we might do Tables nearly set Like the scales nearly weighted Well overdue song I feel the day slip Not even sure I'll workout Or do much at all

Agreement- Insight Beacons and The Pyramid

I was just thinking about the mechanisms of agreement as reality crafting, specifically in terms of picturing this as a line between a beacon of insight in a field outside of one's current field of knowledge and where one presently is (in one's own relative knowledge).  There are several dimensions to this but I just realized that the analogy I had seen and perhaps helped define previously regarding the pyramid being a symbol of communication fits this image quite well. I still remember how off guard I was when The Phoenix suddenly asked me to explain why the pyramid was there; I get in "a zone" when writing sometimes where the story feels as though it forms without my direction, and so at the time it truly felt as though I was being put on the spot by someone else, through the page, regarding a monument that might have been considered to be "erected ahead of its time," from my perspective (with now being its time ). In the pyramid analogy, one sends a sign...

The Mechanism of Reality By Agreement

I just realized a mechanism within reality that was already evident in ideas I have posted on this blog, but I wanted to restate it step by step here: 1. The Bible is like the coding for reality, presented in human tongue. 2. God knows all within Creation (omniscience) but had set some portion of each human outside of this known domain such that humans have a freedom of choice/free will. The portion of each human that is outside of God's domain of knowledge might be unimaginably small, but it needs not be large. This gap provides the seed of free will, which is all that is necessary for more to bloom from Creation. How this is ultimately accomplished is presently a mystery to me; free will may be a function of agreement, but if so it would need to be a time artifact dancing the line of paradox somehow. 3. When one makes a stand regarding The Bible, in ignorance (but correct given what one knows) God, in full knowledge, will likely generally respond in a way that will illuminate mor...

A Veil Thinly Laid

Lighthouse on the shore End of the longest road trip Tale told amidst tides Betting on the rats Just to watch me squirm as I Greedy grab the spoils Our(His) story made real Penned, primed, and personalized 'lore eternalized House holds highest hopes Cuddled on the balcony Land and sea muddled Gold rushing the red The Romantic Adventure These roses will blush Because you love it? eep too much or just enough (T/S/D)o tip scales in time? And this game will end We crawl so we do not trip Fall because we must Falling like hair grows With a polite dawdling Don't you dare not dare

Fallow 56

The sun is shining Peeking out between the clouds Beautiful morning Asked for agreement (proposal) Then took a walk with my God Now tea and doughnuts Feeding a pigeon Whose boldness is (amusing/exciting) Welcome company Now returning home Morning spent atypically A refreshing change Restful day in store I already feel like I'm Floating on a cloud A tune on the breeze Forgiveness still lingering A warmth renewing Fallow fields still walked Mold nearly eternalized Dreams a ceaseless spring Not meant to be hard Burden light, an easy stroll Very good from good

Forgiveness, Frequency Alignment, Agreement

I just considered an interesting scenario: Jesus' primary strength seems to come from being without sin, and quoting scripture. If sin is a separation from God, then being without sin would be a resonance with God. In a resonant position, if one uses God's own words, one would be speaking with God in a language common between them, on a frequency they both share. From this position it seems agreement would be a simple thing to reach, and in agreement with God things are (made) real. If one uses the seeds of scripture and the foundation Jesus laid to build a tree and a structure that will fit and is uniquely their own, I see no reason why God would not agree with this structure. At such a point of agreement, such a structure is real, in the realm common between one and God, which might be the universe, and might be the sum of all Creation. It feels like Jesus did no more and no less than this- quoting scripture and being sinless. Once the foundation of scripture had been establi...

The Gauntlet Cast

What shall be the terms? Assumption(s) on the table Bet called, win or lose Did you glimpse something? Graceful steps paired in storm's eye? Brothers joining hands? Call the stakes even? There is a party today Rare chance to show up 🙄 I've opened the gate Please walk broken cobblestones Coming as you are Dark cloud encroaching All transference strings severed Mobius wings patched Signal dissonates On cue, perhaps for voltage? Perhaps a response Perhaps sleight of hand? Does the smoothness sting or ache? eep must start sometime Opening remains Driving aim right to the bone What, if not closure?

Fallow 55

The sun is shining Though clouds wisp across the sky A calming morning Work is going fine As expected a long day Though this time cut short A party ahead An afternoon with family Rare chance to show up 🙄 My dreams such nonsense I guess declaring attacks Is quite effective Do their wells run dry? Finally a chance to sleep? I have no curfew It feels like voltage The careful spreading of poles Lights seen from the tent Wishing for my love That she (you) might walk straight to me Whilst unencumbered That we might count this Embarrassment of riches Once the dust settles

Tricked Into Love-n~evermore

Prismatic approach Come as you are, full o' shine Letting down your hair Let's walk together No compasses needed here Besides those inborn These times on our side May I see this long lakes trip? Suitcases and planes The dive bar open Fish 'n chips plate of the day Dream guard full in place Tent like blanket fort I heard "let's wait for the moon" Now's the time to dance Can I watch your tricks? Promise to be starry eyed I love a flourish Perched and orating Plots forged till they couldn't stop Then storm brought Hope's bloom  Gardens like towers Connect our homes into eep א Bless this (broken road/holy ground)

Fallow 54

The sun is shining A later start to the day But still a bright one My dreams important Each important differently Each lingering now Time spent with my love Something simple between us (True sense of comfort)(Infatuation) Then well crafted scenes Faith defended, brother missed Each a new frontier Work day hums along I appreciate now its Its consistent ease Hours split today Mom and I planned fish n' chips Though this place serves fries 🤷 A sweet weekend planned Time with family and more Then time on the couch Vigor restarting After soreness derailed me I will be ready

I wish you were here

I wish you were here Thoughts of the dream echoing That you might well be Eavesdropping shadow Very hallways I call home Counterpoint to thought What strange paths we walk Every year yet circling Save three holy grounds I have not the skill To bend your path to reach mine Do you have it there? Is this why you've come Honored guest through garden gate These last several nights? A longing fulfilled A tree of life tangible Our Hope Evermore Evermore shifting Perfect not some static thing But found in the dance May I have this dance? Of dream whispered tradition Beneath the full moon (In clover's full bloom)?

All That Now Lay Behind, Ahead -The Stage, The Bridge, The Storm, The Dance

Passion in vigor Absence destabilizing Anger and madness Tilted stage burning Do questions land differently When made in reply? (Mastering angles These plates polished spinning smooth Climb and fall leveled) These things focused here For they are your focus there Frequencies align Frequencies changing 'Till midnight wish 'neath full moon Clover in full bloom Were we made to wait Each 'till other chose not to? I don't remember Deep bass encroaching Promises I will be shown A blessed ending ((You)'ve climbed and (I)'ve reached Paths leveled, hands bid to dance Rather than rescue) Your focus on me Finally and fatefully 'Neath bridge and gold skies

Fallow 53

The sun is shining There's a full moon on the rise Clover in the fields I am sore as hell Workouts catching up with me A couple days hence Yesterday a blur I remember being there But it's like a dream I slept for so long Likely running every red Trying to rebuild Then catching a glimpse Thrice overwhelmed by the sight Love in back and white (Passion in vigor) Work is going fine Though soreness permeates all Making small tasks hard Might take a shower With this day now proceeding Might do some laundry Wishes might come true It never hurts to be clean When love might arrive 

Our Overtime Odyssey

Titles threading hope Is this the summer referenced? Feeling current age? Does it bloom in you? (The Bard and The Muse) End heralding beginnings? Inseparable? (Early spring cometh) Integrous throughout For devil in the details (winter wild) Has taken his swings Called shot past this fence Peace is hollow without love Omnilateral Evermore scooching Destination, traveler eep found together By each (day/night) clearer These cobblestones familiar From "fire" fall fox feet When I was shipwrecked Thoughts of you gave me resolve Ship built while on waves Embers transplanted In flicker flame fairy tale Real once you agree

Fallow 52

The sun is shining I woke up with energy Forgot how that feels The surge of vigor After only two days won Each check box complete God bless these workouts Bolstering my endurance As you've done so far Work is going well With an easy first day back Time moving swiftly Dinner with friend found "Embarrassment of riches" Spoken in context For these favorite dreams Have come with such frequency One slipped through the cracks Mind on the crossroads Same sleight of hand repeated Without same result If these things will work Could this lesson convey that Without pace flagging?

These Timeless Cells Shared

Frozen on cliffside This shared point of no return Singular sadness Did we find a way To join timeless lonely cells To (adjoined foyers->shared living room)? In a dark basement Your heartbeat felt skin on skin New York restaurant Did I register All these things you knew I knew Or just keep dancing? DITS in a sandstorm Threads->pieces->puzzle perceived  (Legos->patch->castle complete) Fists clenched glimpsing Hope (eep) Refuse to relent Dying to all but swift bolt Straight to lover's arms Plans shatter on stone Singular shared perspective No other will do It will be worth it Full of kids and Christmases Okay (perfect.) in the end

Fallow 51

The sun is shining A heat building in the air Summer approaches Always sooner here But if it brings swift release Then I welcome it A season early Not yet spring, only the ides A gun surely jumped A soreness fills me But there is sweetness to it This body (broken/building) Not working today Week of special occasions And a breath taken Last dream was nonsense As if counterpoint to first Still crossroads unseen Perhaps my journal Will shed some light on the path That leads me to you God thanks for vigor To do list checked box by box Excited for more 

Siloed Ledger Covered In Dust

The moon grows brighter But Hope's eyes are turning red Unacceptable. It's not exposure But the lack of permission That infuriates These knives cut both ways Harvest ends and flames begin You reap what you sow I have been a weed A handful of times taking Choking out brightness Have you been the wheat? To what pocket can you flee? What house will take you? It must be secure. Not one grain or wheat seed lost But many siloed To hibernate till Your damage caused has faded Halls forget your name eep is declared clean Book nook's dust notwithstanding Then ledgers perused 

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Restate assumptions: Where I am with her is real And God is with us These petty attacks Have no purchase at this depth Save the scars they leave Expose the moon's form She tries so hard to be seen Penny in the spring The spiral still shrinks Have you considered damage Of if you succeed? Would I walk away? With them, in a (between) heartbeat(s). Yes. Straight from page to eep Where would that leave you? Is that a valid question With foundation gone? I fight to the end With words both bitter and sweet For Hope and for Love But these bricks you throw And this grave you've prepared are Our castle buried

The Stranger Returns

Like a vision crafted from ether Like a dream coalescing to mind The woman asks to confirm, the girl to discover It feels like you speak with each voice this time For on the perfect day for birthing pains A rebirth irrational to this world's core Be you mother, daughter, lover, sister, friend In each hour from each hand's perspective? Though circle seen it is a spiral felt The Stranger drawn much the same as his bow Forces magnetic pull, gravity mounting attracts Can one forget love? And so it goes. And so he comes, like an arrow, to the crossroads The bullseye of dream's coin's flipside Shiny side scribed, but the dark lights in eyes Without further ado, The Stranger Returns

Spiraling Clockwork Strikes 13th Chime

I am  out running! Would Queen of Hearts follow suit When Stranger* arrives? * Imagine scaling Millions and billions like scents Storm of bread crumbs chased * Show me your colors Sepia* last season's shade So much more to see (say) * Words fall on deaf ears Unless you are eavesdropping My love, please eavesdrop * Corners connected So skin (in)tangibly (di)splayed Might like notes be played * Call me what you'd like As long as it is my (eyes/hand) That you wish to (see/take) * Moon revealing form* Clover blooms but not within Despite promises (Can you too relate?) * So yeah- fire is lit (war begins) By A🔥*pair*⚔️O' souls (ignited🔥⚔️up in arms) (A/Though/Love's/For/Our) match yet unstruck *Like clockwork foretold Once flat flurry given depth In not so blank space

Fallow 50

The sun is shining My soulmate lingers in mind From a dream well spent I linger in bed Considering the crossroads And filling in blanks This place feels less real Where she is with me is real I can't deny this My hope is this place Will catch up before the end "When the walls fell" seen To share your stories Crowd deaf and blind no longer Such a perfect (dream/realm) Don't awaken love Until it so desires With a lover's kiss My vigor mounting No work today but running And hard exercise With every pull up I imagine you watching (Eyes dancing with/form forged by the) flame 

The Stranger Arrives

Resurrected without having died Without ever having lived Anywhere but their minds This stranger a mystery They had conceived of him And the concept took root A singular fantasy in a world Of those who assumed they knew all It had been a reasonable assumption But it was shattered Neither by his will nor by any aggression But by his impossible existence For infinitesimal possibility had been overlooked They conceived in time of how he might arrive And then of his own accord The Stranger arrived

I've Never Looked This Far Before

How does one picture? I can imagine so much But mind is a blank My dreams vivid though Swing in recent memory Though scene seems shifted Creek crossed eyes beaming When uncanny brightness blinds How can face be seen? Lumiere the key Thread eternalized stories Throughout span of years Is it I who haunts? I recall unsubtle dark In the restaurant Above the trees heard As echoed confirmation Then calm cutting words Cuts without (purchase/landing) Still sting in their precision Do they rend a soul? My sunrise is you Happiness hollow sans you Sights on divide (closed/crossed)

Fallow 49

The sun just risen The day of rest underway A peace over me Woke up too early Cooked myself a good meal Tortillas from scratch I enjoy cooking Doing dishes not so much My hands always dry Also on my mind All the stress about resting Oh the irony Sabbath made for man Not as some day spent in chains But one spent at rest Leave it to mankind To make a competition Of resting hardest A wonderful gift Turned burden by human rules But not in my house My belly is full God help me enjoy today Maybe a nap first 

A Missive Requesting Reply in a Permutative Equation

I see my love as real as day, shining before me. I smile, and having considered my words in advance, dive right in. "I have noticed that at a few junctures in our dreams, one in particular recently for me, it feels as if we do not know each other, or at least not in the way I know you truly here and now. Do you mind answering this question: 'Are you both in a position to and would like to explain why that is?'? If the answer to this question is yes, please proceed accordingly; if no, please do the same." This pocket realm scene fades from each perspective, each to their proper corner respectively, a missive sent and received.

Reflection on Skin Deep Sin

Shining and spinning Tangled timelines, highest hopes Seen (on/from) the inside To walk unhindered Do you twirl to the (last) end? Can I go with you? The circus returned The very first night written "'My favorite moment'" How do we proceed? Turning sweet simulations To tangibly shared? Mundane Tuesday nights Filled with voyeuristic sins Wither on the vine These surface concerns No longer hold my interest Thoughts set on the deep Let me show you proof Synonymous with August And cups overflowed The truest of crimes Till this primal scream breaks loose These oceans between

Fallow 48

The sun is rising Another early morning Standard Saturday Work is going fine Though some heart palpitations Caught me by surprise I am still running A wish willingly granted Leg strength returning I remember well When bursts of speed were easy And I could jump high Workouts in my sights Feeling a gentle tide rise Suggesting it's time To do list checked off Winning the day completely These things soon to come My love on my mind After dream's random mayhem Some test clearly glimpsed But not understood If it means you by my side I would waive knowing

Crafted Prism Refraction

Uneasy hours Are these years apart the wake? Crawling like kudzu? Yes I felt you leave I'd accept no other way To my core, slammed door  Yes I still hear you Even when all thought flees me Spiraled path's seen end Can one tolerate Such strange timeless persistence? I felt time halted (You were there with me) Something like a diamond ring Seen in black and white So I take a stab You hide deepest sweetest truths Within bitter words All these pebbles thrown Polished plates slide into place Foreshocks absorbing You are my reason(s) So let them call these unlinked: Rebuild. Hug you. Stay.

Fallow 47

The sun is shining Woke up early this morning Cooking and baking Energy returns Though it is still off and on I feel vigor sprout Work started later My computer went on strike I learned a new trick It seems like "shut down" Does not actually refresh Like "restart"ing does So now I'm working Classic 9 to 5 today Feeling domestic So my mind wanders To a cheesy briefcase scene My love with cookies My love how you make These slower moments better Just the thought of you So the year stomps on This year of the fallow fields I wish you were here

The One Adventure Revisited (Again)

A thousand times yes The pennies now on lakeshores Out of the wrong reach The bus stop persists The pretenders' graffiti Fading from the walls What wishes remain? Hope pulled from both wish and word Rose serving rose Betwixt blue and red Sweet echoing these last days Muting contractions Like a daydream glimpsed Yet still entered fox feet first Highs seas adventure With you by my side The wind in the willows blows The rest to their knees The season of signs Works of art journaled away But you've read these too? Plans for swift ending Wrecked by boundless potential On starry night seen

Fallow 46

The sun is rising A chill but sunny weather High of 69 Work started early Getting only two sleeps (REMs) in But feeling rested The day feels calming Despite my dreams suggesting Birthing pains await Like they have been shaped Nonsense rather than terror A painless birthday My mind still on you Your absence clearly noted Though just a few days Time passes strangely For the heartbroken, it's true Though are they mending? Each night something new Every message more in tune All signs point to yes Yes, time is short now "'Yes, I have always been yours'" A thousand times yes.

Return to The Cave

I walk in, expecting you'd be late, but you're right here. "I'm a little embarrassed that this took so long for me to realize, but once I did I came as quick as I could. I cannot picture myself without you, so today's statement, request, demand, now and evermore is: be yourself. You're going to do great! To be honest they've never seen the likes of you." As we part ways the silence is filled with a coziness, and just a hint of cinnamon.

Comings and Goings

So many movies Watched as if they hold the key Has one persisted? Past the curtain close? Past your swift side door exit? Knuckles are gloved now If this movie ends Why do moments in exile Cut me like a knife? Such a clear concept As sadness' static fades What is true is true I won't be your crown Consider me crescendo Your happy ending The season comes too Despite fallow fields pen flows Road lined with roses Paths lead straight to you Straighter still for year's feeling (Sorry for the ache)(It's okay with me) My word does time fly? The (universe sings to me~subtlety of the game) Elixer of dreams

Fallow 45

The sun is rising I was up all night gaming My schedule is strange What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide Each dream a message A test and reward at once The signal tuning I sense some repeats But without anxiety And without boredom Do annual trips Bring more than seed and harvest Summer and winter? My dreams suggest so And interactivity A man judged by words Home tested by flame But with a new fireplace A cozy last lap Words I've said before But I say them now at rest ~And full of resolve (~with vigor pending)

This Calls For Wisdom- The Number of A Man

Revelation 13:18 This calls for wisdom. Let the person who has insight calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man. That number is 666. It is interesting to me that this number of the beast has sparked so much speculation over the years. Just recently I was considering my most recent readthrough of the Bible and I realized that this number, 666, is used exactly one other time in the Bible. 1 Kings 10:14 The weight of the gold that Solomon received yearly was 666 talents So if one were considering exclusively the Bible as the source of where the beast would emerge from, would stem from, with this number as a primary clue, the only possible verse one could connect the number to would be this one in 1 Kings. There is a parallel drawn between the number of the beast and the number of a man, and the only man included in this verse is Solomon. Not only that, but Solomon famously asks God for wisdom ( 1 Kings 3 ) and later writes in the voice of Wisdom ( Proverbs 8 ), and...

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Karma out of synch Free will, predestination Walking cobblestones Vacuous burden Nothing such a vast topic Test not its bearer Love of another How could something possess love Without space between? Please pardon my gaze You're a vision in that dress Drowning out word's worst But these bridges spark Not burning but aligning Running like water 11 in plaid Red and black for too much gold Stained Midas' halls Christmas lights still decked To those without wisdom, red Those without hope, rest "'"I will run this race"'" So you (will never have to/will not remember) Only (hearing/seeing/feeling/knowing) "'"Yes."'"

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The sun is shining The lingering chill remains A most welcome guest Work is underway Though sleep is feeling staggered I might need to pause Why are fallow fields Starting to feel overworked? Still writing so much In part for dreamsurge They show no signs of flagging Instead persistent Like puzzle pieces Image becoming clearer Though yet incomplete Will I find the time To tidy up this temple Between these lines penned? Between these lines read Long eternalization Taken (day by day)(step by step) Metamorphosis The turmoil and waiting It will soon make sense

Through the Static

My heart feels pain and cries out in kind Syncopate the sadness Thread it through Who has the perspective To say you and I call the same place home? Each carrying our cage We each dream outside it To each their own, inside and out But co-domains are necessarily dissimilar So are we called guests or interlopers? At the foundation of thought there is a fear At the first spark of individual inspiration, a void This fear is not that we are powerless But are more powerful than we can imagine It is ours, but it is also theirs Let's syncopate the sadness Thread it through ¤

Trying to Spark Memory From Half Haunted Halls

Please do not regret If I have learned anything This static deafens Right here all along But what meaning could that have From your perspective? Maybe clifftop caves Are the only place silence Can call one back home And oh the escape! Inaudible symphony Felt beneath my cries One is all I need Never have you seen on screen My skill with such lack Hand in your pocket Since you I've had no option Seeing love, who would? Time like a daydream Yes, I miss your hands in mine Every single day But I paint you here From a universe away Please pardon boldness

The Days of Lot- The Heart of The Law Revealed

Luke 17:26 “Just as it was in the days of Noah, so also will it be in the days of the Son of Man." Luke 17:28 “It was the same in the days of Lot. People were eating and drinking, buying and selling, planting and building." I understand that Jesus expands on each comparison of the end times to the days of Noah and Lot here, but the lines "Just as it was in the days of Noah" and "It was the same in the days of Lot" makes me consider alternate interpretations available in these parallels, found in the details of the records regarding each of these days. Genesis 6:1  When human beings began to increase in number on the earth and daughters were born to them This verse begins the chapter on the days of Noah. Because this verse is in this chapter, one could say that the end times being like the days of Noah could be referencing that daughters are born. Now, since we see human girls born naturally all the time and this logically seems the way it must have been ...

Fallow 43

The sun is rising I pass the time between dreams Watching and writing A mid morning nap On the agenda today Punctuated sleep I do so little Yet my to-do list feels long I'm scratching my head Trying to muster But finding more than weight sapped The will to workout Still I'm curious Is my soulmate holding back To reward vigor? Running and lifting My bed reached comfortably spent Oh what dreams may come... Resolve to vigor On page a simple concept Let's write, dream, and build Then let momentum Of my very great reward Act like wind in sails

Eternal Foreign Vintage

Never been more sure Can whispered heartbeats keep time Is this real for you? If not I will fly Eyes closed, instinct aligning Augusts side by side This foreign vintage Will be the best you've tasted Eternalized fount Brimming with real hope Exclusively (by/for) your lips "'At rest in your gaze'" I recall a stage How sharply these screens contrast! The (difference/gap) spark(l)ing The highs and the lows How much we have rewritten The ins and the outs Rearranging bricks The bleachers fresh in my mind Soul's shine ever clear At home anywhere For small towns and cities share My(your) soul's ache for you(me)

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The sun is shining On this beautiful morning On this day of rest Though I must admit I have just broken The Law :o Carrying a load I sought it out too Opening my door to see If the cat hungered They were waiting there So without regret tuna Was brought out to them I've thought of these tracts And how (intention/the structure) shines through In cadence and words This last dream was great Overshadowing the first Though lesson retained I might head back in See if combat recrafted Might yet be in store The storyline tracks The garden gate is open A season to (go/come)

Hope's Companion

"I come bearing news Of the most excellent kind!" Hope perks at the thought "A transfer received Such paths are often complex This one quite simple Just found out today Your companion has been found A match made in eep!" Her face gains a glow *stompstompstomp* go her fox feet Wonder fills her eyes "Remember in eep Some live, some dream, and some sleep Much like any realm Take at face value Others you might encounter Try to lead with love Some must earn your trust Others might never have it But love all the same But all the same trust When you meet your companion Doubts will clear like fog."

Fallow 41

The sun is shining Another fine day in store Spring feet for the win Work started on time Standard Saturday caffeine Passing it smoothly And I made pretzels! Pre dawn kitchen disaster But they came out great! Hope's beacon conveyed This plaidastrazaganza Seen and acknowledged I love her so much Her clear communication And brazen secrets And flawless timing Long enough to slip notice Then shout through the storm Oh this quarantine This cruel knife cutting both ways She turns pain to joy A longing fulfilled Home in superposition Till eep is secured 

Curtain Call (Double) Encore Finale

The crab log fish frog Cuts and floats and swims and jumps Times ad nauseum How to separate A single golden aura From cynical clones Are you al(///)right here? Auroras shining from page Secret and displayed? I(h'a)ve toiled and fret With eep one perfect page hence How can one bear rest? Even crook'd lines caught Made straight by a certain light My eyes strain to see Could one imagine Honestly, a perfect place Atop cliffs of grief? What of other times When the sole way to persist Is stay, with fist clenched? As a (river runs)(canyon's carved) Frozen rose with (time/heat) to bloom Roots breaking through glass 8 9 I've stayed just for you If there is one thing I know I would leave with you

Staggering (e(ep))iphany

Waking from slumber Constantly a dream entered Myself remembered Even amnesia Can hardly hold me for long Train station goodbye A clever kindness Embedded in my essence Whistled in my tune Fox feet taking me Not where I want to go but Where I need to go I dream of the dead Some days I can hear them sing On the radio Well, this is untrue For those I see/hear are alive Despite their states here/now Is your game so small? A to B then nevermore? Why then play at all? Know I will see you Past your point of possible In seas of wonder

Fallow 40

The sun is rising A beautiful day promised Perhaps with some rain After morning meows The cat's not stuck in the tree That is a relief After sleepless nights Time may be crystallizing To somewhat normal Work started early It takes so much of my week Such a sad game plan But hours pass by Easier than they have been Pain tolerated Sadness in absence Never think I forget it Some weeks I bear it "My burden is light" How I long to see the day When these words prove true So I sit and wait Hopefully gathering strength To soon shed my skin

Fallow 39

The sun is rising The clouds telling a story Of sky divided What is the verdict? You deliberate all day But endgame soon comes This night spent sleepless But not passed without a dream Of loss overcome These themes reinforced Dragons imaged by others Resolve a glove fit Work started early In hopes that I might catch up And cast off worry Of these gears tightened Of hands bluffed well past their worth Of this bitter norm Of midnights sleeping An hour all for my love Many more to come For portals fashioned In part before it's made whole But wholly in mind

The Big Red Button

The stranger strides in from elsewhere, into the cave that is all they have ever known. It is hard to say with certainty if his shadow wings are real or the stuff of legends woven into an imagined afterimage, the crowd's imagination made tangible, an agreement of terror made with nothing, given near tangible form in an echo chamber. Silence falls on the crowd and then the stranger speaks. "I have come to tear down all that has been built here, reshaping it. Do not mourn these insignificant halls; what use are tears for that which has been lost from the beginning?" He waves a hand and a glowing orb hangs from the ceiling, slowly descending on a string, spinning and cascading light all around the cave. "When the ball reaches the floor the cycle is complete, and this game is over."  The stranger wooshes his wings like a cape and as the shadows of them obscure him, in one fluid motion he is gone. Panic now strikes the room, screaming and lashing out until one man...