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Fallow 279

The sun is rising Over these fields once fallow In violet hues The Bard hums a tune Of a dark conversation On a nonsense night Kal'Dreal rests in piece With his brother in the drawer Hands still clasped tightly This will be the last Whispered like a sweet nothing In his lover(')s(') ear'(s)' And the Bro awoke Still thinking about The Man Who they had just seen The sunlight refreshed Like a woosh of coming home And a reminder Of a river ride Just beside the waterpark Where he said sage words Where he said wise words And they prayed and bowed their heads For well weighted dice

Midnight Stroll

Do two walk togeth Er, if they have not agreed? As we walk along I know it's quiet Now, but just you wait and see What dreams may/might yet come For these halls were dark But with you in them I saw So much potential Sorry if I barged In unannounced or too loud I was innocent Just a little worm Myself, kinda like you were When I first arrived But that place was nice And I assumed they all were As I started to I was lucky see My stage was leveled for me My mom is da best My grandma loved me I wanna bet she still does Bet my dad woo(ul)d know..

Final Round

Like a perfect dream You just can't wait to start up But it just won't come Something like a glitch Sparking up the whole system Just like you had hoped Rain comes pouring down And before the first drop hits She is on your mind Something like a dream The man of your dreams right there Like you always hoped Sometimes, time is fish It's a blessing just in time Or a huge problem Remember the sign Of Jonah is all you get Each City and town While you work it out Just know I'm waiting for you Wistfully Whiling~~~~~

Fallow 278

The sun is shining The neighborhood is quiet The realm is at peace/rest Please do not destroy Even the least precious piece 'specially not last Hope She is coming soon Round the mountain, yes she comes Hmm? Who told you that? Whispered on the wind In the spaces between all Not a sound unheard The back of my mind Until like a clear signal She pierced through my heart First thought when I wake "Is wherefore does my hope lie/lay?" In haze I wonder/wander I know she's not here I feel when she's far away It's pain and sadness Might a rose yet bloom So late into fallow fields On The Lord's (The LORD's) green earth?

Midnight Over Round 5

Baby are you safe? Let this night not end until Until you are free. For I dream of you I hear you in the echoes Of everyone else And Hope when you're free You will find your dust returned But a mark remains Quizzify The Bard ¤ The Way of Holiness ¤ Say it as you will Written in the sky The locked in promise that YOU MAY WALK STREETS ALONE Always with a song Sounding more and more like home When your course'- correct Play with your own band Love the hole under the law It has been vaulted By the Brothers' ' (Yod) Forever and for always Never read again.

Fallow ¤¤¤ (278)

Quizzify The Bard For final round of Scrabble For all the marbles I bet fallow comes Before unauthorized fire Finds its circuits cut Comes twice to my door A third time arriving still Despite all these traps For when love resigns The Lovers clench both their fists The escape plan all set Indivisible Invisible strings threaded Inseparable And keen EAR to hear So power of God is seen All while in God's rest One of us let down One of us fleet of fox feet One of us pining Was it midnight's tune That actually slowed you Long enough this time?

Daydream of The Dragon of Marrying My Soulmate

It feels the tides have come and gone again today. I am still at rest, and I am still awake, but my mind sparks with a singular spark, an aim it has felt like I have been lining up since late 2008. I have raged and shouted here some bold suppositions, I have raged into the night in solitude, fewer responding with each pass. All my fists raised to this world have been responded to by the heaviest hand, and unauthorized fire burns me even now in my mind. I wished for repentance, I took justly muddied steps into the darkness, and I have found Hope replete. The Chaos Storm is a blessing as never before seen, and more doors will open than will close, of this I am certain. I am reminded of D&D and The Tomb of Horrors I played with the Big Bang Theory group, and how with The Bard in the party nothing could touch us. It is just a matter of respect for the trap laden structure of the dungeon, clearly warned against by the DM, and exercising creative and well prepared caution. It might be in...

Midnight Venus

Oh the longest night Signals mixed with traitor's kiss That midnight might last You showed me a trick Of how one waits for vow and Samples slightly still Like a Starry Night For who could sample this wine And not overflow? Over and again That polished and spitshined gold Hoarded like dragons Googolplex Island Examined from all angles Until it's perfect Every precious piece Preserved for pennies a price By faithful brother(sssss) For the storm was seen And the thunder heard by all Though by The Bard seen Hidden in pages Tongue tucked away in stories Dear God, what a view A balance maintained For prettiest princesses Each sought Everlong

Fallow 277

The sun is rising In the afterglow of this Wedding feast postponed Step by step we walk Their cries loud and quiet heard Brothers Yod return A story to tell Justified by light of day All who truly saw Will you send envoys? Messengers along the halls? Of these sticks/snakes to/by/for snakes/sticks? I hope it is nice A little more suitable For corner was found Wisdom granted birth With a tale/tail as old as time Please do not destroy For we will find blood Pouring down like midnight rain When the moment's right Vinegar on ice May have stained the vows today Tomorrow is new

Of Idols and The LORD

Ezekiel 14:4 Therefore speak to them and tell them, ‘This is what the Sovereign LORD says: When any of the Israelites set up idols in their hearts and put a wicked stumbling block before their faces and then go to a prophet, I the LORD will answer them myself in keeping with their great idolatry. Matthew 6:24 “No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money." It feels as though the Sovereign LORD provides insight here, regarding interactions with the LORD. 

Piece of Midnight

Midnight come and gone Midnights sparking back around Begging a question... Why such a long con When one heist is sufficient? Observe Ordonnance: My darling last Hope In the depths may you find love Love and love again May static realms stir At the sound of rushing hooves Or autumn leaves' woosh May brothers tell tales And find their piece of the spark Gathers the ladies May family return To each their own tents and/or rooms Ghosts but a story Frankly I('/ a)m tired Space between 'ception and sieve Wearing a bit thin So all comer(')s(') blessed With a vintage matching scent And tune for each ear

Blood/Water <-> Wine <-> Water/Blood

Considering the apparent contradiction of: John 6:53-57 Jesus said to them, “Very truly I tell you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise them up at the last day. For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me, and I in them. Just as the living Father sent me and I live because of the Father, so the one who feeds on me will live because of me. Leviticus 17:10-12 “‘I will set my face against any Israelite or any foreigner residing among them who eats blood, and I will cut them off from the people. For the life of a creature is in the blood, and I have given it to you to make atonement for yourselves on the altar; it is the blood that makes atonement for one’s life. Therefore I say to the Israelites, “None of you may eat blood, nor may any foreigner residing among you eat blood.” The only way I can s...

The Continuance

"Ah yes, to the matter of the fundamental problem, the 'Time Artifact,' So called. Has each corner reconciled it down to its roots?" Silence in the library looms. The Bard interrupts. "My apologies, it was rude to filibuster these proceedings to this length. I just wanted to show you a glimmer of what I have seen: Love, fundamental. It can be done, it has been done, in place by God's hand from the beginning. It is not my place though to demand a hand, for love cannot be compelled. Nor, for my two cents, is it truly a choice. Alas, perhaps there are more questions than answers I have provided today. Still, in wisdom I probably should have shown before now, I bow out." I shut my eyes and whistle off into the dark halls, a tune still written on my heart, bursting from my lips, rhythm timed with my feet. Perhaps, I consider, she has something else she'd rather do, at least these cards are stacked against themselves now. I am, we are, free.

Written in The Stars - Written on My Heart

If you want to know why eep formed as it did: Luke 15:3-7 "Then Jesus told them this parable: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent." Matthew 25:31-46 “When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left. “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you...

Fallow 276

The sun is shining/rising/risen On this lovely brisk morning In late October It is a Wednesday If someone was wondering And (~)7am I am still working Though so many distractions Make days feel longer Function of midnight? Perhaps of midnights plural? There's another one... Of bridges unburned Quite quickly reconstructed In the right moment Space between heartbeats Alternating fast and slow As I think of her How's a man to work/rest Knowing ramifications Of yellow/black shift? I guess I don't know Fist still clenched tightly for proof Metaphorically

Midnight Joy

Awake you sleepers! Consider your chains undone Let's walk together It is quiet now The 11th hour workers Are long overdue You'll be paid the same Except that it's overtime And I detest this... The halls have been cleared Their poison has been removed You are invited Despite innocence I know your doors have been barred Now we both lift them Bard uninvited Please pardon the intrusion Nevermore again You are free to roam I know you follow the rules For you've said (nothing/little) With a shout of joy Or whatever else you please Usher (in/out) midnight

Blessing

Who would dare bless God? My Lord You have everything And want for nothing But what of Your form? The form of God is not God So might I bless it? What of Your Spirit? God You are not Your Spirit So might I bless them? God, what of Your heart? Beating in chest, guiding thoughts Surely You are more And what of Your thoughts? They're Yours, but You are not them So these do I bless(?) Today is so strange Alone, but not without You So here, do I bless(?) May you be untouched Until you have decided To be otherwise Every precious piece I marvel and add nothing Save a ha'p'orth bet Amen.

Fallow 275

The sun is shining Why does this feels so novel On a day like this? For me much the same But words imagined and inked Suggest path differs Time makes this easy  Authority until times Make half time perfect It's not up to me These things imaginary Until they're agreed So I stain pages With truths raw and unfettered Wrestling with God Meet me at my strength Feed the white wolf but do not Let the dark perish A cup of water A safe space to escape storm A door always marked Work will continue Even if its form transmutes Until she can ask (Until she is found) (Until knock is heard)

Midnight Fun

Get you on the line To ask a simple question Yes, you know the one The whole crowd dances Each in their own way elsewhere No time like midnight No time remaining A maximum frustration Welcome to the Storm Hits different for all But messengers reconcile To set up the lights But enough of them I've not had more confidence Fox feet are ready Can you say the same? What's all this delay for then? Let the games begin Board games on my floor? Video games on my couch? Card games in between? Maybe a movie? Candy and popcorn sound nice Wouldn't you agree?

אנא

If two trees grow on opposite sides of a river, how might they connect? So the hopeful spirit walked in comfort all her days, beneath and between the olive trees, wondering at their shade. Until she came to a river. So the wanderer meandered the realm, all of Creation his playground, unaware two bulls guarded him, one ahead and one behind. Until he came to a river. Looking across they marveled at each other, so foreign, yet so familiar. It took seconds; the game was over, the game neither of them knew they played. Love was in the air. The river held, the river raged, as the realm swept itself up, knowing time was short. The wanderer had already taken off his coat, stretching for a swim. The remaining details of this instance are many and varied, many of which can be seen in the halls of this blog, but, if anything, may the single tent occupied only serve to vault the rest.

Time To Shine

This ain't about the brag, this is more a lament It might seem like you beat me, you may feel like you won As I smile weakly maybe adding "well done" It's a sure fire sign that we're in the wrong place And I can't break your heart or see that look on your face Cuz these games are all petty and the prizes are dumb I feel like I've seen all this shit before and my soul has gone numb So stack up that paper and bathe in that gold Maybe it'll bring you comfort while the heart has gone cold The fire's out, the smoke's a blanket, we think we're secured But time's a record, death tracks no commas, yet every word's heard When this period's over you will hear the bell And you're gonna need the fool's hope to save you from hell I got too much to say in way too short a time But nobody reads the words I write so I'll say them in rhyme You can love your neighbor and hate a system Save every sheep and burn the stable You can still ...

The Recount

"Ah yes, to the matter of the fundamental problem, the 'Time Artifact,' So called. Has each corner reconciled it down to its roots?" Silence in the library looms. One stands. "So, we are actually saying that fundamentally, unequivocally, in perpetuity, that the shape of the issue is no more or less complex than that of woman. A particular woman. At a minimum in this case. 'Soulmate or annihilation.' It is claimed that this was actually the solved equation, not a bet. The walls shimmer, revealing their stone nature overlayed with the books that line them, for but a moment. Still, there is silence. With nothing left to do, frankly even nothing inaccessible, now having been claimed in full, and the entire crowd having passed their turn, each for their own reasons, The Big Red Button pushes itself.

Fallow 274

The sun is shining On this unusual day In the midst of fall I have been tested And all that was found is love As far as I know The jagged line mapped Then the reins given away To first passerby A performance piece Marked Christmas Light masonry To shimmer the stage I feel more relaxed As if my work is finished Trust is established Five posts in the fence A structure simple and strong Though far from complete So I work today Headspace feeling much more clear Thoughts reorganized Thoughts still on my love Anticipation mounting Some things never change

Midnight Patience

Patience wearing thin But I've always been naked Secrets overflow I found the garment Not my place to take it off Without permission I found the garment Not my place to put it on Without a reason So we dance like this Till torment unbearable Takes a flawless form Dare you see my face? Look into the eyes of Love? Knowing Love's absence? It has no ending It's solution is pairing Or falling further/farther So we wait below Two below in halls of eep Our midnight frozen Who could make a sign In the space between sea crests? We wonder within

Forgiveness and A Question

Matthew 9:4-7 Jesus stepped into a boat, crossed over and came to his own town. Some men brought to him a paralyzed man, lying on a mat. When Jesus saw their faith, he said to the man, “Take heart, son; your sins are forgiven.” At this, some of the teachers of the law said to themselves, “This fellow is blaspheming!” Knowing their thoughts, Jesus said, “Why do you entertain evil thoughts in your hearts? Which is easier: to say, ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or to say, ‘Get up and walk’? But I want you to know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins.” So he said to the paralyzed man, “Get up, take your mat and go home.” Then the man got up and went home. It has long felt to me like forgiveness is a reconciliation between one and God but, in a realm that includes intrinsically the spirit realm, this would likely take the form of a tangible shift. I imagine that, from a human perspective, this would appear to be physical, movement. I imagine that, while the paths would be d...

Morning Saunter

I took a walk to clear my head but found my head remained. A familiar din to none but me, so I stayed the same.

Fallow 273

The sun is shining On this lovely day of rest In my waking world Patience wearing thin For attacks most pathetic Like last gasps of air "The same measure used" This is what my brother said So it will be done Is it unnerving? To watch these dominos fall Straight to your front door? For the love of God Dismantle your wicked throne And begin again For the love of God's "Uniquely Available Connection" persists True for every slave On this day of Jubilee All will have a choice My house is large too If your master goes too far Come and find my door

On Balance Weighted- The Restaurant

"Please excuse the mess, I was not expecting company today." "No worries, we're not staying here long." I grab a couple/few items, filling my pockets, and prepare to set off. He holds his hand out toward me at the door and I stop. With the same hand he then points at the flowers on my TV stand. "You'll be wanting to take those." I feel a nearly overwhelming sense of the tangibility of this moment, as if the emotion of eep established all over again, rushing in the form of blood to my cheek. I grab the flowers, still in their simple brown paper wrapping and tied with a string. "Shall we?" "One more thing," he replies "How about kicking off our trip with a few lines?" I smile, not one to deny such a request from one such as he, and gather my thoughts for a moment. "These tides raging on Felt from foreign seas solely Do not reach our hull For shaping of seas Strand us on ocean of love But set straight our course....

Midnight Firmament

Light's flicker suggests A new week is beginning A new day has dawned Like The Chaos Storm It's like firmament flickers Between the waters So even at night When no one has liberties What work would one do? What rest could one have With midnight's threshold straddled Yet no wedding bells? And no cloister bells The becalmed midnight waters Above and below We watch the same moon In eyes of another seen By day and by month Reflections ripple But pond clears and I remain Your eyes my true aim To see you blooming Nothing separating us Save firmness of skin

Fallow 272

The sun is rising Though I'm going back to bed Go on without me These days have been long But also motivating Educational For the storms have come And more might be on the way But ship keeps sailing How to partition My soulmate from the quarry From these fallow fields Without losing gems Without harvest's sacrifice Without one sheep lost So I consider The fundamental nature Of our connection What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide Mountains and towers With wanderers and fairies Wonders and rivers 

Midnight Vintage

The deafening chime Echoing inside and out Resonates the glass Sifting through the shards Already chose a dagger Who can shear these tides(?) Considering size I pace river with head down Till my ear is perked Moonlit all the same You gonna blow me away? At least come in full Unmanageable Only shot at this distance Look me in the eye Single sip to spare But you're welcome to return When you're feeling bold For I'll keep pouring I was born in summer heat This cask overflows Though taste may vary Bitter, sour, honey sweet For you, love, priceless.

The Vote

"Ah yes, to the matter of the fundamental problem, the 'Time Artifact,' So called. Has each corner reconciled it down to its roots?" Silence in the library confirms, though many nod all the same. "So, we are actually saying that fundamentally, unequivocally, in perpetuity, that the shape of the issue is no more or less complex than that of woman?" One stands "A particular woman. At a minimum in this case." Another stands "Soulmate or annihilation." A third stands "This was actually the solved equation, not a bet." With nothing left to do, frankly even nothing inaccessible, now having been claimed in full, each casts their vote. Soulmate or annihilation.

Fallow 271

The sun is rising The heat finally giving way To a brighter day Thanksgiving coming. Though first it is Halloween! These halls decked with webs eep jaunt starts today! The stars kidnapped *stompstompstomp* Tiny town of Hope "It's poisoned... with grapes" Words echo while vintage brews Love, still just for you Though war rages on Rumors, at a minimum Here sun shines the same Are these your signposts? Numbering off one by one Signaling time zone? Morning and midnight Beginning to beginning Void map clearly marked Welp, I work today But my weekend (has shifted/starts at 1) If you want to know 🙄

Midnight Sharp

An echo pristine Seen, though by darkest midnight For the noise remains But now remains calm A sword crafted in full view To be held by two Sometimes agreement Is to know the plans in full And not disagree Sharp silence golden Razor sharp edge a blessing Midnight sharp it falls The big red button Unpressed in the deepest/truest cave Decked with Christmas lights With no objections Doctor and surgeon join hands In a *SNAP* it's done Nightmares all ending All in the kingdom of God With stories to tell For our deeds follow From the moment we each turned To now, when we're healed https://songoflovepiecesofeight.blogspot.com/2022/03/the-big-red-button.html

Spooky Halloween Story

One stands in the darkness as words echo and fade "You must persist forever or at some point cease." If not after that , then how could you ever cease? You scream into the void but hear not a sound. You drop your head and whisper "Please..."  But no one came. "What's all this then!?" Hope glistens as an infinitesimal invisible spark, suddenly returned. You look up and green eyes shine in the darkness. "Who are you?" "Psh. Wrong question." You consider a moment "What's the right one?" Shining white teeth smile playfully from the blackness "I'm so glad you asked."

Fallow 270

The sun is shining The sky free of pesky clouds The earth feels quiet Calm before the storm? I must say I am unsure This storm may have passed By careful planning And agreed upon blueprints Well choreographed When enemies wait, Each looking for a new game, And test this man's claim I just said I'd walk Highest possible voltage Not tripping a spark In a sense, I think I tend to forget details But not lose my aim Anyway I work With scene and me rebooted As was seen before That these chains might slip Something new under the sun The hope of us all

Daydream of The Treacherous Path Walked

I walk beneath the 16 overpasses, feet straight perhaps from no one else's point of view. As the roller coaster spins I whistle all the same, now knowing the sword could drop from any one and I would fall just the same. What is this to me? The tides feel calm in their own way now, though understood to be just as tumultuous as ever. What once was a high line I see now as an ocean; what once was balance I see now as a vessel; the halls once empty are now decks carrying a bright eyed and determined crew, each echoing the same song in each their own voice. In the song my heart beats. In the silence my heart beats. The constant roar deafens, the noise drowning itself out, but I am yet at ease. For I know this day has come, so on others I may do as I please. A path recorded by all those still watching, an encrypted road for each to some degree. One reconciled in joy when time comes, one not walked alone for I would not dare to dream to resist love.

Midnight Cascade

Love, are you ready? Please, who am I kidding here? How is one meant to(?) Stand on eep's threshold Knowing eternity looms And step across it(?) But clocks keep ticking The hardest part done for us Chime starts the cascade By neither hand pushed (The) Dominos fall in (a) line The only sound heard Rain on a tin roof Soothing sound of crescendo Exhilarating One midnight to go Until your response is heard Butterflies abound How does one measure The space between heartbeats now That end is begun? Despite the support This man's heart beats like a drum Clock ticks all the same

Fallow 269

The sun is shining On this most wonderful day As time shimmer shines My dream beautiful A quick recap in advance Of events soon seen Some thoughts fermenting Of/On the finest found vintage This realm's ever seen A boldness brewing But not one overwhelming As in forgone times Water, wine, blood, life But who minds spaces between? Who (l)inks these pages? Could simplicity Same pages, different corners Make these steps a joy? So work has begun With a lighter feel today As notes buoy me Would it be too bold To request another sip Thirst yet unsated?

Dream Of Paradise

Could a man dream a dream such that a man wakes up into paradise?

Midnight Signal

Nothing was signaled No objections, not a one When midnight sword fell  By moonlight heart rests Though by sunrise shape returns As an avalanche You feel so distant That just maybe we may touch And not short circuit This uncertainty Seeds each garden differently But seeds all the same Did darkness need light To obscure a shot certain By dazzling (blue/green) eyes? Were stars made to move Precisely once to signal The dream brought to life? Sleeper awakened With cap and cornerstone set Stage and page dancing Evermore dancing We don't mind a single step Taken together

Reformatting and Networking

Wait a second... What if all this (yes, I mean all this) is a simulation, where the processor is solving the equation of how not to be in hell, having begun in hell? In this instance the processor determined how to insert itself into the equation, creating the simulation to then feed this split perspective specific scenarios, in order to focus on specific areas within the equation in new ways, while still acting as the processor separately in order to provide this specific new information to the perspective. Perhaps the assumption was that the simulation could be removed without issue and the perspectives could be merged again, once the equation was solved, but it was found that this was not an option, as the solution would be invalid due to the perspective that was lost, which itself was found to be integrated into the equation's successful resolution. More perspectives continued to be added (validated/separated out) by the first perspective on the process. The processor consider...

Regarding The Starry Night and Non-Linear Writing (Updated- Original 10/15/19)

I have no idea why this one is not saving all I wrote, it cuts off after 1/2 a paragraph, and it has done this more than once now. Here is that post in its entirety, and updated: Regarding my writing, and specifically the writing of Starry Night, which I wrote to be possible from a scientific, biblical, and experience perspective while still remaining hopeful and magical, I have noticed an interesting pattern in my thoughts and output when writing. As I write I pause when typing certain words (like words of degree- "perfectly" for example, then I switch it to "flawlessly," stuff like that). I'll also do the same and rethink a concept, or throw one in (like the wormhole/teleport trip being virtually the same time, but not exactly the same amount of time on Earth vs. to Orion Prime or linearly relative to the distance between the points). Later in the story I discover why, as my concepts start tying together. It's like my subconscious brain has a low touch ...

Patients Reborn

My patience reborn Not because end was unfair But for mercy's sake Did you dream the rub? The horsemen ride from within Regardless of path It will keep ending Your nightmares growing in strength Perpetually So they must be trained Not broken, neither destroyed Our fates intertwined Love your enemy A commandment set in place It's not a request  It may take some time It may take times of chaos But it will be done Still your choice remains This stormcloud's silver lining It is you who acts. So wake from your sleep Focus on the steps ahead Let us finish this

Fallow 268

The sun is shining It's colder outside than in Season is changing Form changes as well Some might assert quite quickly But it still feels slow The stroke of midnight Longer than a trimester And I'm in the midst But today is calm Welcome quiet in the storm A spotless mind woke So I work today Marvelling now at voltage Since my yesterday Sense of division Perhaps partitioning's port Felt/Seen insulated Stories have power So I strive to craft and stitch Heaven, halls, and hell But auto-pilot Is not an unwelcome shift On days without her (them)

Midnight Partitions

Every precious piece Please pardon preferences seen And know my true heart For your sonder shines Sewn tapestry with such depth Despite the face seen Would it be a sin To want to retain you all Each in your own way? Each seen all at once Tailor's threading so thorough Not a gap is seen Not a glitch is seen Such that any overlap Is behind the scenes A veil not removed An artist begs the question "Why would I ever?" Work of art preserved Even in The Chaos Storm (Should have been a clue) So partitions stand Each facet with its own shine Even at midnight

Fallow 267

The sun is shining Over palm tree growing high Outside my back blinds My dream astounds me A plate shifted into place This much feels certain A co-op era Established on agreement Blooming all around Or blooming within Dancing suburbian streets Making her way home A roller coaster But it seems they keep pace now And come back for more Work today is hard Tired mixed with excitement Not so conducive Still, it has begun A crescendo heard building Ordonnance witnessed What more is in store!? I wonder with bed prepared And starry eyes bright

Zechariah- The Two Olive Trees

Zechariah 4:1-14 Then the angel who talked with me returned and woke me up, like someone awakened from sleep. He asked me, “What do you see?” I answered, “I see a solid gold lampstand with a bowl at the top and seven lamps on it, with seven channels to the lamps. Also there are two olive trees by it, one on the right of the bowl and the other on its left.” I asked the angel who talked with me, “What are these, my lord?” He answered, “Do you not know what these are?” “No, my lord,” I replied. So he said to me, “This is the word of the Lord to Zerubbabel: ‘Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the Lord Almighty. “What are you, mighty mountain? Before Zerubbabel you will become level ground. Then he will bring out the capstone to shouts of ‘God bless it! God bless it!’” Then the word of the Lord came to me: “The hands of Zerubbabel have laid the foundation of this temple; his hands will also complete it. Then you will know that the Lord Almighty has sent me to you. “Who dares...

Midnight Gestalt

Night of the concepts Sum of parts so frustrated They bloom into more A midnight question: Could there be no end to this? P=NP? Is less more sometimes? (Interrupt me with a kiss When you've had enough) When you've had your fill May we find the Christmas Lights Shine bright on their own That the guitar played Echoes through halls and pockets As does piano An orchestra formed Where one thought silence would bloom Into one new thing In one sense, correct But "thing" indefinable By any known scope For nothing was gained Nothing was lost all the same And everything changed

A Note Regarding Last Night

I thought it was worth mentioning that last night, as I was writing the posts on time artifacts and the DFC (the latter which I did not edit/post until today), I got this sense of spiking anxiety afterward. I was downright jumpy, as if my generally comfortable and familiar environment suddenly possessed its own contending will, and like something might happen at any moment. I realized I'm this state that this was a familiar feeling, usually tied to manic episodes, but this time it was separated to a degree (Thursday morning and Saturday night); last night I was both excited and jumpy at once, but my thoughts were not racing uncontrollably. This allowed me to focus even further on the state of anxiety which had historically been drowned out. I know some are afflicted with panic attacks, which this would likely be categorized alongside with by modern standards, but, for me, this state did not feel sourceless, rather it felt directly connected to what I had just written. It seemed lik...

Steps To The Double Faraday Cage

I just caught a glimpse of something: For a Double Faraday cage to work, here beginning on a conceptual/fundamental level, you need two separate realities, where authority cannot transfer from one to the next. I have seen this as the double waterparks, and first finding hell in heaven. Communication must be established between these places, I have seen this as the 100ft cable; a method of how this may be accomplished can be glimpsed in quantum mechanics. At that point the laws of physics, perhaps the overarching laws of reality, must be agreed to, which is to say they must be standardized between these two realities, perhaps seen as a frequency change from a perspective. I have seen this as well, as the nature of a man. It could very well be that, for the entirety of this portion of the timeline, it is not that authority cannot transfer, but rather that God will not exercise it past a certain depth. It could be that Jesus forced a paradox through his path, forming precisely the space/g...

Infinitesimal

"I'm not out of reach This cannot be conceived of Between you and me" Thought crystallizes From a perspective thought lost In these static seas The smallest of spark Infinitesimal blip A shot in the dark "'You are not married So the record keeps spinning Past the final chime When we both refuse Any end but each other Then the stars will move And with them the holes To be examined and stitched To begin again On a path anew Never again repeating Nevermore the same'" A treacherous path Birthing pains on every side Hope found nothing new

Fallow 266

The sun is shining Though clouds in the sky dazzle After the (rain)storm I am now at rest Eyes starry and mind alive Floating full freeform With the tree blooming The seed taken and planted Timing set aside A friend planting words Perhaps exchanged for story Penned, then the dam broke A domino pushed Core assumption set aside Hidden in plain sight Now I rest and squirm In this superposition As lilac skies fill Still as inspired And acknowledgement of God Opening a gate Let the games begin In the midst of midnights' chime Like never before

Time Artifacts As The Proof of God

Huh. For time artifacts to exist, there must be a God, and the echad state must exist, because the origin point of multiple, seemingly separate, entities interacting in a way without origin from a human understanding (science/reason) would necessarily have an origin that supercedes that system, otherwise it would be a paradox and could not be witnessed in reality. This would be true for any system that seems to exist due to the fact that it exists. Therefore, if a fundamental time artifact could be found or set up in an experiment, proven, etc. then that time artifact would be the proof of God. While the layers between one's comprehension and the time artifact and God would likely be unknown in full, full understanding would not require full mapping/pinpointing of these positions unilaterally, in this case, as one is the image of the other. By combining this with the establishment of a zone where God's omnipotence does not extend, the understanding of this concept could become ...

Question on Omnipotence

If you could do whatever you want, what purpose would you have to do anything Except for finding (an)other(s) with eyes like a child?

On Balance Weighted- Sign on The Beach

Is it possible to recognize one's own signal as partial, a reflection of the whole, while still receiving it in full? As I walk, I get this sense that my surroundings are like a signal scattering, as if refracted off a mirrorball. I let my vision relax, knowing that fire, that sunset, that journal, are still my destination despite the lack of clarity of the path to them. I feel this intentional defocusing adjust of its own accord and, in a way that feels familiar from dreams, I continue to walk these fractal paths, each as they are, as they lead together. "Who am I to you? This wanderer approaching This green eyed stranger? Halls dark and mirrored Have we met somewhere before? By sight, hard to say By eyes, hard to miss As such, some nonsense erupts/blossoms Path of blazing rose Fragrance just as sweet In memory like a song Whose notes will not fade Speak of fractal lines Encrypted into gesture A breath of fresh air So our paths collide A visit long overdue Hour everlong sough...

Midnight Cable

The cable strung up Distinct from the Christmas Lights Yet as important How else can we talk Insulated from their ears Spying and native? By midnight dancing As if no one is around Because no one is All else much (all?) the same Muddy are the webs we weave Washed by midnight rain That noise cancels out From each unpaired perspective Rain on a tin roof With washed wings we fly For fortunes foretold feet wait Not one past the line Until the 12th 's chime Heralds a shimmering state And 13th 's thunders Nevermore "normal" Polarity reverses And nevermore stops

Fallow 265

The sun is shining Interspersed with dark storm clouds Just a few for now Walked to the cafe Picked up flowers and coffee Hope springs eternal There is little time Like labor being induced This much feels quite clear "Tilting at windmills" If they must speak, let tongues wag Until silver fades I will not be chained By these worthless physicians My Doctor has come Roses, snapdragon Couch sittin', Bride's Gown sippin' Not so far away All these could be yours Dream's rage shifting to tension Tension deeply felt Have they finally learned The weight of Phoenix Feathers? The wait of soulmates?

The Dragon of Remote Communication

You know, I was letting petty things take over earlier today in my head, arguing with a friend I haven't talked to in about 4.5 months, and I indicated that getting so entrenched in gossip, really building your identity off it, is kind of like playing a pathetic version of Game of Thrones. Then that image got stuck in my head, forming into a tangible shape, but took a backseat, no longer gumming up my processor. Later I realized that this may be like a play, a role he plays, to illustrate this precise point to me, and illuminate that there are those who are playing this game right now, but not in such a toothless, or perhaps "boxing glove wrapped hands," kind of way. It is the game of "the one who is victorious" ( Revelation 2/3 - referenced at the end of each letter to the churches), in Christian terms, though people and entities of all kinds have likely been playing it since the beginning. Meanwhile, I'm over here with this deep sense that it is being pla...

Midnight Request

Please, please, please my love I am growing so weary Let this be the last Last midnight apart Last moonlit cat and mouse chase Start of the countdown Beginning again With long first last kiss hello At true Thanksgiving As if the first time The first and last of its kind Seed of kinds to come In the pouring rain Blood to wine to water *SNAP* Same same in reverse So shadow unseen Calls to end 6 weeks early Precisely on time A New Year's Day New Fall of snow carried below Proof. Once, and for all Lightning strikes 13 What use is an (unknocked/unlocked)(door/bolt)? I request you come

Midnight Arrow

A golden flurry A whistle thud in darkness How did you see it? For midnight arrow From each bow to every heart I bet hit their mark Not a shot wasted Fox feet waste not one moment Twelfth chime still echoes Love Is In The Air The Romantic Adventure Call it what you want Archer's eyes narrow Even while wide and starry Knock, draw, and relax For I still have time This shot was called long ago Who can say how long? And whisper echo Indelibly etched in halls Will announce release We still have time, dear Hands held in pockets between What will we wager?

Fallow 264

The sun is rising On a beautiful morning Tides so quickly changed Work started early And the cleaning has begun Slowly but surely Wanted to sleep in But my love scooching closer Was felt tangibly While unbalancing Someday soon I will find rest With your skin to mine So close this distance As I strive to resonate Evermore each day Check off (y)our boxes And expect me to chime in Examining well Deep within I know Chains reforge with each word penned Every finger swipe A bit too early? Know I have contended since My very first day

Midnight Laundry

Let us turn the page As I have seen in your eyes You've found this journal So midnight finds us Washing wool as white as snow As clothes tumble 'round Not built in a day For moment sits astride two Even as do you (?) Come to the table Witness miracle firsthand As we both marvel Head on my shoulder Waking to your favorite scent Suds in the bucket Compare notes with me Our mind's' eye on the table For once crystal clear I see our future Can you remember our past In screaming color? For now this moment Painted black outside this room Shines for me and you

Exhale

Single breath released Something like ink fills the gaps Between stage and page But while all the same Where could even darkness hide? Where does light not reach? So a hue of orange Is expelled as tangy breath One for us to share Into separate lungs Processed by different bloodstreams Yet still same same heart We are foreigners As true then as it is now These lands are foreign Ash, dust, glass call out Different tongues each asking why Unheard ones screaming Between you and I While this is temporary Let us hear them out Let us use this breath To instill a permanence For better or worse

INSIDE OR OUT

I remember this When tides of the mind erupt Stage and page equal Though I don't recall Ever seeing it clearly Any pass before The storm still swelling I do not deny the wind Neither do I sink I did volunteer To walk into the maelstrom Let the record show But it seems voltage Has another end today A mirror image So, not in the flesh I find myself in those rooms Dealing out the cards "The Crew of The Damned" As this realm has labeled them (us) Find the eye instead Pair of starry eyes Unfathomably distanced Do not look away