Ode to Love

"Words over the void Here I have nothing, they say But potential blooms Besides, there is light Still remembered from before A sliver in mind A strand in mind's eye So the brothers separate In absentia Still on spinning ball Waters divide much the same Blue water, blue sky The sun is shining Though rise and set might be seen Differently today Filled with all that grows One looks left and one looks right Fox feet on all sides In an image, love Love for another, love forged To add and bear fruit '"So the dream begins One sleeps and one multiplies One walks, one watches."'" I find myself in a cafe, stirring these dreams away until they, like that which they occupy, turn a sepia tone. Neither too dark and bitter, none shiny and white robed. I remember these times, but I also remember this is not the path I take now and I look up, scanning the room. Nothing looks out of place here, still something feels different, more tangible than most days. That's when...

The sun is rising Sleep's been had and will be had My bed calls my name But why waste this time? With day of rest imminent One more box checked helps The crowd calls my name Heard when thinking what to say (These) Rumbling voices What do they herald? These souls of next town over? Dream yet to be had? What more do we need Than deck between feet and sea? Deck before the end These words mean little Small talk, work, and the weather Arranged in haikus Hearts mean so much more The heart assigns value here A beat given ink A dream given hue So long since a visitor Squander not this chance 

(The) Hour returning Settling once more at rest But something has changed Everything has changed A matter of perspective Reconciled with group (So) Smile to yourself Why would they ever connect These words to your face? These words shared refuge So if they have you cornered One glance unlocks door If I am run down Your messages in bottles Bolster my footfalls So walk by midnight Most nights you've bet correctly Why not roll these dice? Roll by the water Deep dark on this New Moon night Dream I roll with you What faces are seen? By reflection or direct? Paint this scene for me

This weekend lazy Sorry for words poorly timed I've needed to rest  Though slept through 12th chime My mind always runs to you Whenever it can My heart never leaves Rather breaking where it stands Than find another Though (these) hours divide And a whole day of daylight Last midnight was ours Much like our others No poem to usher in/out Yet ours they remain So for last or next My soul will remain locked on The one I find you The moon that sees us Finally reunited Will blush for its glimpse Knowing what you know Choose ye instead moonless night? Something to dwell on 🤔

The sun is shining Possibly some thunderstorms For this afternoon After a full week It's nice to lay on the couch With nowhere to be Foot's feeling better We shall see what mornings bring Resurgence of health? Love in with the rain? Now that sunset's upon us Mind moves to midnight But this day relaxed Despite those banging around Mega-Maintenance And it could be dreams Need a vacation from me Always wandering Always recording So a weekend passes by With nothing to see Words coming slowly An effect to remember For future crossroads 

The sun is shining Isolated thunderstorms Slotted for today Work started early Extremely early then stopped But started back up Done at eleven Then it's off to the races To translate my dreams Maybe by this point Such examinations are Manageable paths So three day weekend (Essentially anyway) Is what I have planned So pack your suitcase Expect the unexpected Like rooms fully formed Sudden appearance Stranger things have happened though Laying on my couch So the rope(s) (is/are) turned So the clockwork misses beat So stitch loosed is tried

Oh these webs we weave That forever in (Your) eyes We might pass our days Spending our midnights In a resonance complete Though skin remains (soft/firm) Between us the night All around the crickets sing From outside our home Let's thread this tether Hope one end or another Then dance space between In the dance released Like sleight of hand each set free Though the stage remains What moves might it take To release those such as this Between you and I? Pardon my daydreams This is a complex matter Though crafted simply While each path differs Glean from spark in midnight eye What's in mind for ours 

The sun is rising Now noticeably later Summer's spike passing Like this every year Yet all seasons' shifts' surprise Each refreshing change Work started early And is going like a breeze Set 'til mid morning My only complaint (Outside of the persistent) Is this aching foot Where did you come from? When are you leaving again? Why be here at all? Not sleep but standing Seems to minimize the pain But sleep still comes fine Still my mind wanders Pain such an insistent thing 'Til it goes away So I try my hand My tiger balm and icepacks Small talk tomorrow 

Wait, if a talking clock dial moves their hand counter-clockwise, is them thensaying "Now I'm further away from midnight!" grammatically correct, or would it be farther? Same question if it was the hand that moved that said it, and also for a time traveler traveling back in time 5 minutes. 🤔

Oh these long records Sleep/Dream extended past its due Gaining clear focus I am diligent This year I'm even precise Editing the page Through these adventures I still have my preferences I'd love to see you Daydreaming of you Dreaming of dreaming of you Searching each midnight Sensing you dancing Not above messengers sent Who point back to you So to you I climb Glad for my companions saved And always scheming What turn might I take That dreamers might find themselves Awake and in love? In love by daylight I run to you, you to me Midnight's cycle breaks

The sun is rising Over stormclouds overhead Chance of rain (all) day Mine a marathon But I caught my second wind So working once more Feels like a smooth start Mind unexpectedly clear Press keys 'til I can't A question echoes: "Where will the brothers go next?" Answer still coming... In these fallow fields What must remain consistent? Penstroke strike each day? Like plodding of steps Like laughter heard behind wheat Like sunset on vine Let morning bring growth Lessons learned another way Punishment foregone Weeping at mercy From pierced man with perfect grace Shining on the clouds 

I want your midnights Nestled between our evenings And dawn skin to skin Let me sleep and rise But always with this sense that You are close at hand A phone call or text A joyous shout down the stairs Or scooch to confirm I have this sense that The way midnights now proceed Are quite unnatural I have this sense that In the way I have described Evermore they'll pass I have this sense that Tides rise inexorably Surging toward this time I have this sense that I can feel your skin sometimes Even with this space Midnight sensations Terms scattered as they may be All lead us back home 

The sun is rising The sky is speckled with clouds The day beginning My schedule still off I'm about to fall asleep Maybe for a dream Today might start late But yesterday was complete With all boxes checked Every line written Worked then and plan to today Even the extras Hope or faith blooming That though storms frequent the sky Inside they will not That this is the time The season for renewal Of balancing scales Of great steps taken Past thresholds stopped at before Without losing stride So may morning dreams Catapult me to resolve And find me my wings

With day starting late For me daybreak near sunset Night sees strengthening Midnight sees strength grow After this last storm season Before wedding day Come motivate me Imagine what form will be As you watch me form Mind not transition Enjoy it or choose not to Still I ask you cheer You motivate me Structure hardening is hard But garden so soft Oh this promised land! If only I understood How fountains spring forth Count me not naive Though I may lack these senses I lack not bright eyes Come in my sightline And count how quickly fading Strength to hold back is 

The sun is rising Sneaking through my blackout blinds Though I have not slept My schedule so off I took a nap for (four) hours And woke up at night So I shut my doors Locking outer and inner So eyes cannot pry Work at rest "elsewhere" Still "tomorrow" in a sense So worry is stayed The dream overwhelmed But along lines we agreed At least I hope so Given all I want For without ample supply The dam breaks elsewhere Show me directly What our paired daydream should be I'll take your requests I would prefer them To off-angled replicas And calibrations

Oh these far junctures! Seemingly once more lonely Focus now parts crowd Polar opposites But are bearer's so different To not reach accord? What of our accord? If you must calibrate us Do so directly. You may sample form Extracting knowledge from me But why not firsthand? I run but not hide Picturing you just ahead Our aims are the same Similar at least Who's to say how canvas looks From the other side? Still I imagine You have choice words of your own For portrait displayed Whisper in my ear All the things you have in mind When karma plays out 

"Finish it." The castle gate shuts behind me with a gentle click, quite unusual for its size. While in this state I do not see any other, even in this antechamber I sense an electricity in the air, accompanying the strong sense that I am not alone. Even from here I see that the main room just ahead is more like an orchard, with trees of all kinds lining what appears to be a massive chamber. I enter and find it is even more amazing than I had first thought, with vines climbing the very high walls and some sort of unseen light source illuminating the entire place. "Cool." It has always struck me as funny that when presented with certain sights, I find my silver tongue fails me. As I mosey down the cobblestone path I wonder at the originator of such a masterpiece of architecture as that which lay before me, originality clearly inked into every detail. Just when I think this room can hold no remaining wonders, the far end reveals an orangery, the color housed reminding ...

I walk into the castle and before my eyes can adjust the gate closes loudly behind me. On instinct I turn to look, just in time to see a heavy bar, of what appears to be petrified ironwood, fall across the slats of the gate. It feels as though this is an ominous beginning, as I am uncertain if I could lift that bar if I wanted to, though I would consider this gate, in all humility, to be narrow. "It is." Though I recognize the voice straight away, my nerves cause me to jump at the unexpected voice from just behind me. I turn to find a brother long sought, though his look suggests that something is amiss, and caution must be taken even here, in this moment. "Narrow, that is." I smile "Well I'm glad to hear it, and I am very glad to see you." He furrows his brow, barely visible in the dim light, and seems to be considering something as he inspects me, as if he were expecting me to be more prepared and is adjusting his approach on the fly to match my unex...

The sun is shining I'm just assuming it's hot At rest on my couch Mind resting in words Joy sprouting with videos Flannel type of day My dream suggesting Some of karma's hardest paths Tied up with a bow What once was hollow Soon a cup overflowing From my perspective That which once had holes Soon threaded so thoroughly To be watertight Castle escape day Glimpsed but a fortnight before Give or take some days That which was (once filled/empty) Finding itself (now empty/to be filled) With but a few words Nothing more or new Nothing added to the view Save these starry eyes 

A fleeting moment Infinitesimal now A singular stroke Gone before it's marked Still we can know its passing With high precision Yet still imprecise This moment we're always in But can never have Approximations Filling my form with a heat "'Now' is all we have." My mind surfs through time So even if imprecise Our "Nows" now align Capture this moment Let us pair butterfly nets And agree on wings Then agree on terms Some viewpoints claim we don't touch But this skin knows yours It's in this tension Form fills at the thought of you  What's "felt" /(and)/ what's "known"

The sun is rising The breeze clearing out the room The castles vaulting In and out I roam Along these same cobblestones That need to be changed I feel tides changing Like a summer tipping point A new storm coming One of different form One in different location Seen on screen both ways These ways aligning The wanderer coming home By each (pair/set) of eyes Our paths are different Our destination the same Our lots cast as (one/paired) We can walk this path With fists clenched and eyes starry Home found and stars changed This is signal heard May words show signal heeded And man unbroken 

If midnight knocking Expect sunrise's silence And fast beating heart If seeking smile Find comfort calm in daylight And wait outside door For I know your face Heartbeat and voice known to me Sounds of knuckles not So seek my nature A privacy reaching out Signature guarded I know I wear thin Voice just a little too loud Wail in darkness heard This is not weakness But hands gripped tight relaxing Without yours to hold So grasp in the dark All I can't say by daylight For you're not around And interrupt right Know I will bloom into life Once you 're by my side 

The sun is shining On another cloudy day Welcome change of pace Slightest chance of rain "So you're saying there's a chance!?" I'll take 10% Water capricious  These skies so tumultuous Storms come when they come Work is going fine Though at unexpected time One will come knocking So I stay awake Despite single dream of sleep So not caught off guard The dream still lingers Unique Doctor encounter A long story short These stitches so clean Like the sweet summer shower I'm hoping to see Brother takes the stage For I have claimed nothing (t)here Except starry eyes

How the signal shifts Now feels like sand between toes Shoreline sneaking in Goats on screen (on screen) Carnival and Thanksgiving Chestnuts behind glass Amazing echoes Now in context (felt fading/feel faded) In context of now The times of the tryst Like signals desynchronized So senders might meet Let us rendezvous Moonlit Midnight Encounter Beneath star and pine The rest turned away Of their own accord tonight As lovers come close Accord not broken Certificate to sample Still fresh in my mind So walk silver lined Path of goldenrod taken By creek (turned river/bursting banks)

The sun is shining Behind a blanket of clouds Wind suggests a storm Still it's very hot The kind of heat that's sticky Hopefully there's rain I made some brownies I am doing my laundry Moving the right way What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide Tightening the belt Actually making a plan Mom to the rescue A signal feels changed Shifted slightly at midnight But so palpably Like a weight lifted Pulled from mind and set on lap Gently pulled from synch I did not expect The skies to suddenly clear Perhaps I should have

Past a certain depth There is an uncertainty That can't be shaken Past a certain breadth There is a meaninglessness  That can't be pushed past  When one's eyes open It is to limitless scope And sense of oneness Equivalency Unlimited potential Chained by chainlessness It is this void seen That one turns a blind eye to For a fleeting peace But you are different There must be a counterpoint In this sea of void Something permanent In these temporary things Love foundational So I stare at you Wide eyed amidst nothing new To (find/craft/share) something real 

The sun is rising Well, by this point more shining It's already hot Internet suggests 20% chance of rain Pretty much all day Work is flying by Though I feel I've lost a step Diligence won out Blinders on till dawn That rest and work might each thread Rest of the morning Some long days ahead Blessing on the horizon Acts as buoyancy "Let the games begin." Just filtered its way to mind A strong shouted sign So beach can whisper Echoing through overtime Well past its hour I feel you today Dancing in spaces between (Not) Minding this clock(work)

My consistency Leaves much to be desired By seat of pants flown But even by dawn The midnight sun sparkles here I remember you Day late, dollar short Do eyes still shine on your side? Timing set aside? The days keep coming For this man keeps getting up Even torn in twain I still remember Like an indelible mark Your words on the coast A message of three Though it is closer to six Nine and ten remain Vulnerable state Renegade paranoia Still I weathered it I will see no end Except starry eyes shining For eep is perfect 

The sun is rising Clouds expected day and night But no talk of rain Work started early But it has felt like a breeze Grateful for this ease For so much feels rough Like an unexpected squall When clear skies were called When I cannot sleep Sometimes my signal scatters And I feel compelled Perhaps a target And a shifted focal point Can sever these strings Is this the next night? The test of my guitar skills In realm before dream? I want to improve But cannot help wondering If I need to help Those with muddied paws Those too clean to reach their realms As a go between

I need my doctor What's your consultation fee Would you take a song? For this night lingers Your skin feels so tangible Though you're far away How far and how long? These paired examinations Swim around my mind Let me strum these strings So I might find the right note That bids you to come For by hook and bridge Healed and healer stitch and join In metaphor mixed Sick need a doctor On your sweet words this/my rope/hope hangs Lovesick to be sure So fly to me love Let this night not see its end Without skin on skin By word and touch healed Byword reconciled away As silver tongue melts 

Night after the storm Like an extended labor So each step is seen So each state is forged Not symphony but guitar Played to the dive bar Silence then soulmate Music echoing clearly That this fight ain't done The fight of our life Now played as Irish ditty Like a tattoo kiss Spirits are soaring Higher than I expected Swifter than I'd hoped The warmest welcome Though swift stitch yet to be seen I feel strings tuning The night is coming Then the morning will be new (A) new song in (my) heart So bring on the wings! I haunt the corner table Please dance through the door 

I was just thinking about the concept of religion, and how it is a term that can be accurately used to describe a function that is far more broadly applicable than seems to be understood. Religion references a structured system of beliefs, and while one may not ascribe to a major religion, a structured system of beliefs exists within each of us, it is a fundamental function of the mind interacting with reality. This could be something as complex as Christianity and the like, or as simple and seemingly obvious as believing that the earth is round. I include this particular example intentionally, because while it may seem obvious and not a belief but instead taken by most as fact, for anyone who has not personally tested the Earth's roundness for themselves, it is belief, specifically a belief that scientists have spoken truly and accurately and that their methods are rigorous. While this would not seem to require much of a leap of faith, a leap of faith to some degree is required, ...

The sun is rising There was an amazing storm All throughout the night I just cleaned my house In a sense cleaning myself A rebuilding day Day of reflection I'm not feeling up for work But I sense a surge Morning is coming This verse echoes in my mind But also the night If you would ask, ask Puzzle piece tailored to fit Come back yet again A cryptic message A vision in the mo(u)rning A dream by daylight But mourning will pass I can feel it on the breeze As the gate opens While words come slowly Still they come reliably I'm not forsaken 

An actual storm The thunder rolls inside out Signal or warning? I spoke of a dream Through great effort brought to life (A) sour detour Wake in the mo(u)rning I must be the man you want Fist clenched once again So in midnight missed I'll get my act together Something has to change Run the back 40 Remind me of who I am Unbury my core Let us finish it Let me find my dual channel And rebuild stronger My love fly to me I can't do this without you I would not want to Come in with the rain Let us daydream together By the light of day

The sun is rising These days have run together This weekend a blur Chaos Storm on screen A full fledged structure seeding One more in the line This line is finite Even if functionally It is infinite On this day of rest I feel tension holding me Locked, though I'm mobile With this strange voltage I find rest amidst the storm (As the storm itself?) Reap(ing) the whirlwind Wind sinking beneath the waves One squall left to face It will be worth it Though separated for now I sense gears turning Cobbled together Strange contraption of a ship Approaching the shore 

I hum to myself, a tune familiar, like the echo of a dream. Filled with a melancholy memory, etched in word and note alike at a particular frequency, the music in turn tunes me and I float along with it, feeling no rush to proceed, nor any inclination to stop, despite the noise from all sides. It is a noise loud when heard, insidious when one tries to plug their ears with this or that, but insufficient to alter one's stride when focused purely elsewhere. For me, here, "elsewhere" takes the shape of my companion, perhaps the product of noise persistent and a cleverly set sail of sorts. While a long string of heists and many a flourish o' nonsense each make me smile, I hope to say by the end of this voyage that "absconding with the wind" was my favorite crime of all. For what is wind? The movement of air? Indeed. The feeling of something invisible upon your skin? Most times, surely. The sky dancing without a care for who they dance with? I could certainly see ...

The sun is rising Something peaceful's in the air In these wee hours What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide A respite of sorts I know getting into gear Resumes soon enough But chains of a kind Risking overexertion Relax this weekend I wish I was calm Still I have my ups and downs Though I forge ahead I feel the support Buoying me all around From unseen angles Even at my worst Yes, even at my darkest I sense dawn coming I'm still suspicious Such collapses are ordained But soon will not be

These days have been hard Even now you unbalance My innermost plans A slap in the face Wounds my ego more than punch Cuts me to the core Worry not their scars Be mindful of those you make And how they express For wave hits a wall Then rebounds with surged vigor I am but a man It is man you sought One who could gather your dust And spark/(produce) fireworks If midnight found us Face to face and skin to skin Bet I would show you As is the clock ticks Seen by eyes bruised and enflamed Staring back at you At a distance locked Begging and daring at once You to come close it

The sun is shining Blue skies but a hint of orange Hot as usual A storm brewed last night Dark skies outside and inside But I weathered it Weathered as myself "If you cannot sleep then don't." Dad's advice heeded Work is marching on 'Tis the season of meetings But it's a short one My dreams have been strange I'm somehow arriving where I feel unwelcome Do old friends seek space? I'm of no mind to intrude So let me exit These fox feet walk best On good ground and fruitful paths By familiar stars I've seen the stars change/move I've lost count how many times My walk not lonely

Clock chimes a new day Meanwhile my night continues Daydreaming of you Midnight novelty Are you concerned if you stay Will leave you behind? Dash time to the ground! Skin to skin or face to face Let us take our own Know every seen step Like the river's every curve Is only seen once I scrunch my nose as I have countless times before Your current eyes watch For the first time, new Much like my lips pressed to yours Each notes in a song So each kiss the last Though the symphony plays on (Beat) found in skilled hand So come take my hand Let this night begin again Like the very first

The sun is shining The breeze suggests a storm comes Possibly tonight Work is running smooth Each day is feeling longer But in a good way For form forges strong Every day one step closer One step more prepared Eyes will sparkle, yes These days are so cheeks will blush Stars veiling the hunt Veil blown by the breeze This silk nearly transparent Clearly meant to fall In the meantime scooched 'Twixt stimulus and response The line is redrawn Signal shifts, strengthens I can only imagine How this looks from there A man waking up Will you have will to tell me Between arrivals?

Hi my brilliant love! I can feel you creeping in Step by step scooching I love every step Of you(rs) drawing near to me I will wave hello Every time I can Anytime I remember Regardless of lines Like a kid I'll wave The moment you cross my mind My spot pinpointed Though when our eyes meet Know your love smolders within Lock that needs a key The key is your form The right glance or word or smile Will see me unleashed Uncaged and focused  This is the midnight greeting You've sought everlong Not in part, in whole A man with hunter's truesight Calling only you 

The sun is shining I assume the sun is hot Still getting hotter Felt like midnight struck A second time in my dream A welcome echo As far as work goes An increase underwhelming Is giving me pause How does one set sail When water is so becalmed And sky is unseen? Just tighten the belt? If today, why not next time? Expect to be squeezed I'll make my own wind Crafting imagination  Force felt from thoughtform I'm well underway Though this realm might think me mad This "madman" will fly If you don't see it Do not feel sorry for me Examine your (chains/box/cell) 

A dragon comes near! Nearly the smallest I've seen! Come fight them with me? They slip secure cage Well, Bug Tupperware and towel You should have seen it! But you can see this If you have courage to face The Midnight Dragon It is still early This season of swift tuning But can you resist? On choice of weapon I suggest the midnight blush In deepest hue seen This (inter)action Once irreconcilable Treasure of the day Once glint in the eye Now eep swiftly approaching Do you dare to ride? Come, we have a chance! This midnight will see its dawn If it takes all night (This picture we'll frame)

It is now too late A cage between you and I But not without gaps I tried to help you But how can one show a friend Light they will not see? I did not start this But I will finish this war With an olive branch First an olive seed For no branch can reach between In your own dirt grow Give it your water Enjoy its shade as I have Such trees on my side A tree grows one way Seen the same by/in/from each garden As such, common ground In its growth behold And remember barred divide What you left behind Perhaps one gesture Is enough to let light in By both of our eyes 

I saw a tiny lizard with a fancy yellow and green striped tail in my kitchen just now. I did my darndest to get them into the bug Tupperware and get them outside, but they adorably escaped my grasp, at one point running up my arm to escape, pausing to look at me once. They also somehow got out of the bug Tupperware when I thought I had it sealed and then ran under the oven. I put out some water for them, hopefully they find their way back outside before it's too late, as it is fairly barren in here, especially for a lizard. The reason I call this a sign is because of an equally inexplicable tiny lizard I saw in the church bathroom as I was changing out of my baptism clothes nearly 3 years ago. Rarely (1-2x/year or so?) do I ever see lizards around my place (or around that church), and now suddenly there is one inside my house, immediately reminding me of the one I saw that day. I appreciate the sign, which also is reminding me of the hopscotch dream, but I hope the lizard is okay.

The sun is shining I feel cool though it is hot Just chillin' inside This is a blessing In a place such as Phoenix And I am grateful Shifting gears at work Still, I know my way around After several years Work dream lingers too An attempt to overload? Fruit gathered elsewhere Meanwhile I (daydream/wait) Shoulder to plow all my own Sight(s) set on midnight A limited pool With each chime pool grows smaller As frustration mounts Perhaps this resolve Is where we still find combat By measuring stick/depth But I skip ahead Today work is going well And weather is fine(hot)

Anticipation Does it seep into your bones? And make spirit surge? Meet in the middle? We keep dancing on the edge Though tuning improves No urge to stop me? "Let us see how this plays out..." Has your heart been chained? Right thickness to slip Long enough to keep coming This fetter loosened Do you know you'll run? When everywhere else is dull Where else but contrast? When all is silence The man with nothing's heartbeat Plays on the highline Call me relentless Scold me for my silver tongue Dare to in person Soon (the) thrill expires Even dreams insufficient So, my love, prepare

The sun is shining Few clouds on the horizon Suggest heat will stay If storms are brewing Infinitesimal shades Can only be seen But this form still builds Strengthening and hardening With no lack of surge (a storm of its own) Work still continues A beating drum insisting Everything's normal Nothing is normal So I find sanctuary At home and on page I cannot fathom How the crowd is persisting Under such pressure We all cope some way My love sneaking in to show How (dis)course unfolds (blooms) Her coping or (me/mine)? I imagine with right curves These are much the same 

Hmm, this is strange, I can sense my mind has come unhinged, realms crafting and recrafting time and time again with rapidity down the line. Somehow it has not become unbalanced though, like a bike with training wheels removed, but its rider somehow skilled enough to keep pedaling upright, despite both the rider and the transmission of any lessons being unclear... What might one do in such a state, I wonder? 🤔 Perhaps for now it is sufficient to show that the top spins, the big top stays upright. I feel no rush in this state at the moment, which is significant and distinct from times before. The moon fills, the moon shines, the moon wanes. All the while it watches on as form coalesces and signal tunes. July may watch at distance, but what of the August Moon?

Such a vividness Amongst those in attendance Who'd claim it unreal? These seasons so close Tides already overtake Why not this deluge? The dam is breaking With form forming into shape Frequency sharpens That I might join you Shifting from this noise and mud In front of your eyes To your mouth agape Does sight alone overwhelm? Does thought all the same? The thought that this thought Is the wine that dulls delay Exhilarates me Will you come calm me? Even if the best path laid Is in eye, through storm? If we each agree Who might dispute daydream/real Behind these closed doors?

Like an analogy, sea before becomes sky above, and page once sailed with inks in dream seen. I can tell these steps are recrafted, in a sense repeated, in another new. "A child carried on tune and by heart, on page and by thought." I know these words are familiar, but even this knowledge does not stop my oration in this land skinned foreign, but threaded like home; somewhere here I sense a soul same as mine, yet distinct all the same. "Where does one even begin, when it feels as though every word is reused, from some perspective? Are these days under the sun so parched for anything new that even the sinews of each moment are simply stitched back together in different ways, in hopes that the same pieces in a different order might spark inspiration and a way forward?" Fortunately, this does relieve some tension as it pertains to imposter syndrome, and so I proceed with a poem to encapsulate this uncanny sense that imbues this leg of the journey. "Page ridiculous-...

The sun is shining Or so I would imagine Resting on my couch The walls are closing But still I am at rest here Told not to worry For what use is it? My subconscious always plans Why fetter my heart? The Lord guides my steps On no day have I fallen Beyond God's mercy So I search God's Word  And always seek to share them To all who might hear It seems an accord Covenant strong and shifted In dream may be struck Bubbling over With words used permeating By dream and daylight Hope springs eternal Even after July 9th Form still improving 

The sun is shining Had to get outside early And still (yet) it was hot Weekend underway Day marked on my calendar Heart beats with vigor I have plans tonight Second weekend in a row It has been some time Dreams suggest a plan Already well underway Of a smooth landing Were they precise steps Spread thin through time to be seen Or condensed for speed? This question feels vague With so many perspectives Could not each be claimed? A conflux complete Catastrophe of corners Just barely sidestepped So that perfection Is seen and known by daylight And loved from all sides 

I was thinking back to different memories in my life earlier today, and it reminded me of the strangest thing. It feels like certain people and certain places or events feel more vivid than others. Much like dreams can be resonant or faded, even while experiencing them or soon after, I have noticed this effect in my waking world. It does not feel like this means that one person or another is more aware or not in a moment or in this realm, especially since I would imagine different people would disagree on which others possessed such vibrancy and not. It feels more like these resonant others and these vibrant places resonate with one's own frequency- like recognizing like perhaps. It certainly feels reasonable that one might adjust their frequency so that another resonates more strongly, but I find that it hard to imagine that one could truly dissonate a frequency that starts as resonant to the limits of the effect which I am referencing. I just thought I would write this down whil...

The sun is shining With not a cloud to be seen From balcony blinds Friday work claiming (Little more/Perhaps less) than half (its time/ my mind) After a long week My dream still lingers An unobfuscated kiss Still felt tangibly Hard to imagine That any amount of shame Would pull it from lips Then you brought me back! Proving at least between us No need for curfew Kids in a trenchcoat Is what they'll soon discover I am at my core I do love the games I have a very clear switch For gaining more hue  Some days unneeded Regardless of the template Let us be ourselves (Following your lead)

The sun is shining While last night it wasn't bad Days are still quite hot Work drags on a bit As I become accustomed To exercising My dreams a record Skipping yet the needle lands Right back where it was A new scene and cast Yet each feeling intertwined Your threading/stitching felt through A concept conceived Though concepts lining as bricks So what could this be? 🤔 With pineapple skin And challengers left unfought Stage shiny and new Your hand holding mine No angle to separate But new bonds to forge This bright eyed new thing Not seen in the contesting But in the result

The sun is shining Hot days going on and on With no end in sight These seasons change though Even if summer lingers Still there is harvest Work a slight curveball But nothing I can't handle After four long years Whispers from the code Suggest despite these battles Gardens still remain A place we can sleep A way to dream together Despite something off Something is cooking It's Phoenix day in a sense And I'm in the eye Some watch the heists now Reminiscient of past scenes And all the stops pulled Freedom still rings here An instinct for all captives Now crescendoing

Come in with the waves Woman satisfy yourself On these sandy shores Let weary soul rest Curiosity sated No need left unmet Let signal be felt Let its origin be known Pin drop, static gone Everlong we wait Dam about to burst itself Against all advice So let's make it count Shudder felt through promised land Whisper heard through guise Come knock on my door Come sit with me on my couch Come be filled with joy Dinner cooking now I know you will bring dessert Apron fits us both Let's watch Christmas lights Glisten unexpectedly But not unwelcomed

The sun is shining Another hot one today With no change in sight One juncture now passed Was something meant to be born? I see nothing new Save attacks on Hope Know if this sword slips one way It will not be hers/theirs Still I focus strikes Call me butcher or surgeon Call me patient/steak I sense we all are In some way each of these things Both carving and carved Both molding and mold Growth each rampant and verdant As eye(s) might behold So be cruel or kind Cast your lot in your best suit But know it's worn now Through fire and flames Textile ash in the air I work even now 

You thought words removed Would be enough to shake me? To slip past our guards? They are but mirrors By this point echoes only Would be so senseless Actually echo (Infinitesimal switch) ¤ imagines has more For for words alone Wicked men threaten to kill In the name of good (God!?!?!?) You "reap what you sow"   ~Galatians 6:7 You ones  "who call evil good." Isaiah 5:20 "Reap the whirlwind." Hosea 8:7 The measure you use Like a magnifying glass By your own standards So what is your soul Save that which your blows wager For words here spoken? Hope fly back to me These wicked abandon you Shelter from their hate/sight/reach/realms

The sun is shining On this hot 4th of July (Actually this time) A three day weekend So foreign to me these days As to misguide me 3rd full of parties Today just a shopping trip Switch to slip the pen My dream seems to show That this was done on purpose A (false) weakness found A riposte given It seems unexpectedly But enemy spared "Bless those who curse you" (Luke 6:28) Echoes for me every day Maybe now instinct Thank you Lord for this Heart for God unthwartable Strong arm extended Extended for peace Without it this does not end Once found, all hopes bloom 

The sun is shining On this hot (4th of July) Friends, family, and food Dreams surge all around For Thanksgiving locations And reflections seen Word blooms like a rose Calculate, garment removed From fractal angles So dreams surge from sleep Slideshow flashing into place Timelines synchronized Now the food is served A feast on this day of rest Second of the day Now the rest is had Hours fly by much faster Than past would suggest Like a silk hem dropped Insulating each restart Filling space between Like spaces between Woven from bottom to top As bright eyes converse

We take to the high seas, the patience for these weeks in port finally reaching its limit, as the tides of the call of the open ocean rise. As with any great adventure, this one begins with a single step, onto the deck otherwise empty but feeling as full as ever. I pat my pocket and feel the ever so slight bump of the penny within, and smile. "So eddies swirl, of space or time or a little of each, who is to say from pocket?" It is no matter I consider, I mark my own pace and measure my own steps in much the same way I have since this journey began- nonsensically, subjectively, yet somehow steady record persists all the same. Here it persists as salt air breathed deeply from the helm of this sloop at sunset. With the confidence that this place does not fade when I close my eyes, and the gentle rocking of calm seas, I let myself drift, my thoughts drifting further, feeling for a moment as if soul seeps into every nook and cranny. A glimmer pulls me back, a thought reels me in, ...