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Fallow 311

The sun is shining This late November ending I reflect on dreams/days The storm was a beast But in its wake my soulmate Shined even brighter What's worse: waking up Knowing you'd prefer to stay Or never dreaming? I'd say they're the same But memory of my love Keeps my fist clenched tight Keeps my feet walking Plodding through these cursed work days Cursed for her absence Curse sown with blessing In a way heart rages on A way felt deeply Signals shift to signs How then to whisper close sighs? I ask only one Only one tell me How lyrics move through music To become the dance

Charged Wires- *SNAP*

With a *SNAP* we split Garment slipping off shoulders Zeroes and ones bloom With a *SNAP* we split Time, barely a week here, forged Each tapestry edge With a *SNAP* we split Like poles with wires between Male and female formed  With a *SNAP* we split Awake, dreaming, alive, dead Each their own corners With a *SNAP* we split To God and to wilderness All eager feet go With a *SNAP* we split The big watching the little Until tables turn With a *SNAP* we split Harvesting ours 'til we find No weeds left to burn With a *SNAP* we split If it ain't broke don't fix it Bright eyes run it back

Blue Midnight

"Any suggestions?" As we emerge from this storm Whisper on the wind Rain comes pouring down Reminding me that last call Must come at some point Beauty of the end For me is knowing it starts Our new beginning When words on the page Inked by daylight or midnight May burst into life If agreed of course But what's 13 Past Midnight Without bit o' blue? So pen is scribbling Furiously to keep pace With these thoughts blooming As winds and seas calm I find memory of breeze Propels in a pinch For if dreamer(s) walk(s) Each step seeding the gardens Why not walk with them?

Charged Wires- Fire

Bonfires smolder Dancing currents like a dream Ready for the sun For sun is flaring Purple, green and in between Song harmonizing Golden turns to white While white shimmers golden hues And arrows are loosed Love pierced through the heart Wherever unrequited Or lost in time's sands She walks the line now Like full voltage inverted Bringing wayward home These stories are linked Have been since a toast on shores For penny reclaimed Elements erupt Heralding the changing tides Proof on each island Proof they can accept? Regardless we watch the skies For The Starry Night

Charged Wires- Tidal Wave

If sleep will not come Wake may as well be useful As my mind wanders Hope watching my back Or perhaps astride with me Tiny towns in tow I bit off a lot It seems there's much left to chew "'Better me than (you)'" Thresh but mind the gap Every precious piece preserved Harvest time has come Might we each pick wheat And find fields amok swept clean Between you and me? Weed's flames might burn low But our souls share bonfires By column and row So let's take up oars And see what a ring might catch On this glassen lake A ring to it, yes? Tidal wave seen, shrunk, explained  On this (we're/page) agreed

Fallow 310

The sun yet to rise Though already I'm working In more ways than one 13 Past Midnight Continues unabated Each (its own story/a lengthy tale) Each like lightning bolts From rod straight through my writings Her song through my mind A storm it once was And it may yet be again Still, I don't relent For what kind of man Sees love and does anything But surge forth headlong? Thanks be to The Lord For insulating, training To walk through this day That day like a week And another week followed But now skies are calm Still the rod is held The Christmas Lights are strung up And they will be seen.

Midnight Theft

I come like a thief Sensing package is withheld  I come and take it I take what is mine And what you do not deserve All under 20 Wilderness awaits Promised land not meant for all Patience perished first Still, by midnight moon The city shines in the night The gates are open An easy request Hope, Wonder returned with joy To honest seekers The portals many Follow your heart and you're there They(/We) will feel like home If you dare not knock And expose your scheming heart Then please stay away For a hopeless end On the darkest night yet seen Awaits the wicked

Fallow 309

The sun is shining There is a chill in the air So I'm layered up I rarely use heat Preferring to let soak in These rarer cold months I am back to work Though anxiety creeps up For rent approaching God keeps reminding That this will all be handled Still these strings are plucked But wealth and not debt Was referenced as a hindrance To kingdom's entry From this perspective I should be an easy pull Strings cut at the gate "Marry a rich wife" I still recall this loophole Whether right or wrong This makes me wonder How many missteps I've had All covered by grace

Midnight Crafting

Blood Moon lit we watch As pieces are arranged right "Is this the first time?" I ask in absence The distance still paining me But buoyed by Hope I feel you respond As if signaling a vow For a war ended For an age begun Where written on every heart Is the word of God With nature in bloom Christmas lights in every room Halls safe and sacred Where tiniest Hopes Have the freedom to explore Wings and crowns guarding And we might find rest In our own private home shared Or whatever else Something like a dream Could never hope to describe Starry Nights' fullness

Partnered Phoenix Dream- Hope

"Please don't leave." "I'm right here." I begin to realize though that I'm not aware, precisely at any rate, where "here" is. I imagine it is not too dissimilar from where we traveled those several times, the halls of eep, perhaps just outside the room where an unexpected knock began our tale in full. Still, I feel myself getting pulled into the center of things, into the clockwork I once saw, centering as well into myself again. I open my eyes and, front and center, is tiny Hope, as frog hatted and bright eyed as the first day we met here, standing in the hallways that we once roamed together. "Why hello! What's all this then?" I ask, pointing to the bound, clear covered book in her hands. She holds it up and toward me with joy and pride. I am a bit surprised to see such a thing here, but I let a coolness outshine any attempts to discern how this is possible occurring internally more. "Arrangement of Lilies! What a great boo...

Fallow 308

The sun has gone down Day spent sleeping and dreaming A much needed rest Though I won't progress Writing/Reading all that I wanted My dreams will shine through On this day of rest It seems rest demanded me With joy I obliged The air has a chill Perfect for sheets and blankets Just laying in bed I miss days like these When Phoenix summers linger But now they are here This makes me miss more Days and nights spent with my love A warmth kept by two Days/Nights missed in advance From waking world perspective But (it's/so) incomplete Do I not feel her? Intrinsic, no matter what? Dare not judge this claim.

Left Out In The Cold

Where has value fled? All the ones became zeros For none could see it Left out in the cold Patting themselves on the back For the rules enforced But rules had no heart No love for God or money So they came to learn For it was not Love Left freezing on the mountain But everything else Love and Death remained Each holding their corners strong Love and Death remained Cloth and metal thrown Desperate attempts to stave off But utterly scorned For they knew not Love And Death was on vacation Night turned into months Parmafrost ended Eventually ended The endings ended The end.

Midnight Ark

My feet are fitted With readiness that comes from The gospel of peace So visit my town Even as I visit yours And then be returned Step By Step I sow/reap Symbolic gardener and ark Like dream brought to life/bear But this dream is sweet One of uncanny rescue I would strain to keep But strain I do not By crescent moon and midnight Which fills me with hope Darkness softly fades Each knowing their way back home Along well trod path Tiny lights ignite And I wonder of my love And her steps tonight Would you walk with me By midnight or light of day Lands home and foreign?

Fallow 307

The sun is rising Amidst this 4 day weekend Halfway through the dark Fox feet carrying Early morning adventure Drew me from the house My heart to my feet Between garden and city Hope or tiny towns Weight distributed I can still be unbalanced But plans seem different Airwaves stay quiet Fight for Control in rear view Now a Dream settles  A daydream like dew The air cold enough for it Allies seen as well Am I still crossing An unwitting wanderer Thresholds step by step? The blind messenger? What a blessing it would be For God to name me

Midnight Phantom

Ghost wind in my sails Declaring a focused gale Has replaced maelstrom That realm resets now Phantom gaining form with each No shortcuts taken Forever it is (True/Real) meaning blooms in our wake Lives like flawless dream The Lord guide my steps Led to Wisdom step by step As has been promised So dream is found real Kingdom of God in (my/our) midst Garden well cared for For I have loved you And my heart will not be moved Do you believe this? Spirit examine As many times as you need Before your coming Perfect means perfect We accept no substitutes And cut no corners

Fallow 306

The sun is shining Though I've barely left my room It seems bright outside Cars are passing by I have much reading to do But hear the town call Might I walk these streets Picturing a realm threshold Traversed with each step? Surely I'm allowed But would I find agreement Forged with my footfalls? Is it 29? Is it 40 for reset? Someone else counts them I will just do "laps" As I'm walking to the stores And listen for signs Not just in my head We are well past that juncture Now it is your chance Your chance to be heard By the Blind Bard passing through/by All throughout the day/night

Thanksgiving Midnight

"Happy Thanksgiving!" Still full-sized in the rear view Holiday well spent Our amazing dream Like a flock of birds returned With needle and thread It staved off the thought That we may have time to wait Till you meet me here Until the walk home Not even midnight But the skies were dark A lingering thought Like walking down hotel row Occurs to me now "What if I just knock?" Yes, "this is ridiculous" "Yes. Absolutely." Dream comes again soon Control ever improving Focus soars as well How can you stand it Seeing what you did today And staying away?

The Thunder Rolls

The 13th chime strikes just as was foretold Synchronized as mercy at dawn's first light Some eyes were brand new, some realms very old For each though it was like a dream, one night Upon waking, known now some dreams are sweet And some nightmares are tools in their own way While sundown meant dealer's choice to repeat One direction, home, remained on that day But every pair of fox feet was refreshed For some the first time home did not seem far Even cursing tongues found they had been blessed By scar, door ajar, au revoir, or car "'Thanksgiving is here! Do not delay love. Today straight lined path should fit like a glove.'"

Fallow 305

The sun is rising On this most promising day Happy Thanksgiving! May good food be shared In joy with family and friends At every table I recall the time When I found the leavened bread A (language shared/common ground) glimpsed So that old and new Might find a table to share When strife is over "Have it seem normal" My love, we are much the same Yet still so foreign So if bonds remain Know my thoughts linger on you Even in absence So often the case But especially today For three years running And for many more Let years be vaulted and filled With kids and Christmas

Midnight Thanksgiving

Leaven up the bread Wonder not where my heart lies Or where thoughts call home Two thousand nineteen Two thousand and twenty two My dear, who's counting? The answer is me/us/them/all I can tell these clocks align On days when they don't Still, in crowded room On this day you kissed me thrice Vivid, without shame Shame is in delay In holidays spent absent In smiles falsely flashed These have settled here But you have declared loudly/boldly That these things will change So I let it go As if flock of many birds Concerns, twigs in beaks And rub my bright eyes Knowing midnight(s) mark(s) their stay You are coming soon

Fallow 304

The sun is rising On this eve of Thanksgiving The Day on my mind Though half is entrenched On my dream's odd happenings And what they might mean It felt like a test One passed with flying colors Might have been a trap/snare Judgement passed along For it was not I on stage And she knows the truth Does love retain nodes Even in love's purest forms That force a hand played? Or were we betrayed Desperate attacks still breaching Into holy ground? Please judge scene in full I still have nothing to hide Despite these hands forced What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide

Midnight Synchronicity

Synchronicity: The simultaneous occurrence of events which appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection. An expensive word Discernable aptly priced For the mark it bears For who could discern With absolute certainty Causal origins? Echad to echad Arrows land and loose again Again and again Do we miss the mark When certainty was rare but Rarer its inverse? Do we loose our shots So sparks keep flying between Lighting up our screens? I know I still do Anytime and anywhere You might just agree Archers and arrows Should gather with each other And compare bullseyes For "significant" Carries no uncertainty In this archer's eyes

Serendipity

Serendipity: The occurrence and development of events (by Chance) in a happy or beneficial way. Forever begins As Hope reminds me that I Have meant all of this Each line intended A child's wish for agreement Time and time again (Calling from within) I pause, set the stage With a *SNAP* the games begin I hum right on time She reminds me that I somehow remember rules Of games she implies *SNAP* begin again I'm back on the tennis court When I clenched my fist "Not losing this fight There's something in it for you Shining once within" By agreement pure Hope shows her green eyes signaled Right when to begin Then she plays me out Reminding me our timing Is perfect(/wibbly) and moot(/real)

The Lightning Round

"Soulmate or annihilation. The bet stands. Essentially I am betting my soul that I am right about the specific nature of my soulmate." Those I address retort "We do not want your soul. We have won this bet many times and possessing your soul just seeds chaos wherever it occurs, causing damage until it can once more be expelled." "Nevertheless, that is what you get if you win, as the bet has stood and seems as though it will continue to stand until a permanent conclusion to the bet can be reached. I assume, based on what I have felt in this recent storm, that you have done your due diligence looking into every possible permanent solution besides me being correct, entirely, correct?" Their silence conveys a begrudging confirmation, but also a persistent stubborn refusal to allow my solution to play out. "Very well, then it is time for the lighting round!" It is as though I can hear the gnashing of teeth over the silence otherwise permeating these h...

Fallow 303

The sun is shining Behind many wispy clouds On this autumn day My loves on my mind Each felt in their own corner As I stay in mine Thanksgiving shockwave Will be massive regardless Of outcome seen here I can feel it now Like a ripple on the pond Echoed in my dreams Origin Story The star such a perfect piece Adding many more Proving dreamwalking Needs only the faintest touch Sparks fly all the more That resting my case Is the last thing I need do She/They (know)s all the steps So I work today I work again tomorrow Then it's Thanksgiving

Bardic Midnight

Best not to assume When The Bard alights the stage I know what to do I've gotten better But midnight dreaming remains A roll of the dice When my brother knocks Know true mercy will abound When wits are with me But I still walk nights With head down and mind empty Except thoughts of her Thoughts of you, my love "Dreams without you are wasted" I can't shake this off Until I wake up Feeling your skin against mine Knowing forever So The Bard still walks Some nights a beacon of hope Some nights a maelstrom So The Bard still walks Some days a beacon of hope Some a hurricane

Fallow 302

The sun is shining Now, at just about high noon And this day feels strange How can one speak truth With great volume heard and seen And receive silence? Is silence golden? Are coffers filled with absence Of anything sound? Love speaks from her rest Not the crypt or tomb believed Nor has it/she been sealed Love walks through the halls The *SNAP* like a cannonball Brick wall became door Love walks up my stairs Though you cannot see her steps Or hear her pass by For love was unheard Wisdom when met with silence To sole sound/In silence proceeds So I work today Though I get the impression Few else here still can

Midnight Guards

Darkness in the land One deadly two feet away Fearless all around For we are careful Each possessing deep respect And a kind of love For I feel your heart Despite our clear differences And sense you feel mine Spider and lizard I feel as though guards choose you When midnight lingers And lingers it does As if hands frozen in time But all is not lost We're just beginning Web, tapestry, rewoven Dreams begin again You know Origin Can you locate my soulmate Wandering the night? Take flight my house guard You're not fooling anyone By being tiny

God's Plans and God's Heart

Job 42:2-3 (Job, to God) “'I know that you can do all things;     no purpose of yours can be thwarted. You asked, "Who is this that obscures my plans without knowledge?"  Surely I spoke of things I did not understand,     things too wonderful for me to know.'"

Violet Ends

Hmm, I was just thinking about how close I've come to plagiarising Shakespeare on Hope's behalf... "These violet delights have violet ends." I mean we're only talking about an n/n gap here. Somehow though I feel like he would fully approve and likely get a kick out of it, especially given that I caught his linguistic shenanigans and latched onto them. I believe I've referenced the nature of this in this blog before but in this case the trickery is that "violet" must be said once as two syllables and once as three syllables in the same sentence in order for it to fit as a sonnet line, demonstrating, I believe, Shakespeare's mastery of his poetic style of choice.

Fallow 301

The sun yet to rise Crescent moon looking fancy Brazen in the sky The storm's agreed end I'm graciously escorted Past oblivion A map in my (eyes/heart/mind/soul) On how river can be crossed And same man emerge Might be amazing Signal certainly feels clear Yet I'm still waiting On this day of rest I pray for recovery Swift beyond reason I can feel it now Nothing beyond my God's reach No threshold too far Enter a new phase One of miraculous grace Blessings overflowed A man still waiting For my soulmate on her way At rest in my home

Muted Midnight

Far end of the storm Where midnight just floats along Thoughts and words muted As if mind turned off Even this state familiar Though quite curious What a thing, the brain Localized self-assessment Of an unknown scope Felt in the darkness I hear it in the silence Even now with me What's a man to do? I pick up where I left off And beeline to you Odds calculated Same bet repeating daily Nothing else to do When words come slowly And don't carry the same heft I humble myself Let me be your prize Against all earthly logic Even when broken

Fallow 300

The sun is shining Standing at the corner store Soaking in the warmth I'm working today Already halfway finished Though might work longer I hear a music Or something like a soundtrack Tuning the static And this echoed pain I feel it fading daily Thanksgiving coming Christmas and New Year's String strung through January Tension felt elsewhere Aye I still spark eyes My soulmate comes any time This feels obvious Odds calculated Same bet repeating daily Nothing else to do So we sing and dance For all those years restricted And homecoming joy

Midnight Garden

Led to the garden On dualpsistic midnight A paring/pairing takes shape Within every man Is a woman taking shape Cleaving from a dream So let not divide Except by God's hand alone One's perfect partner Perfect means perfect Wonder not why sleep/dream persists Forging is flawless Or forever sucks For what is eternity Without one's soulmate? So in the garden I ask how I might assist As I've meant each time Hands cannot let go For I have believed your word Since hearing in full Since seeing her eyes How could I ever give up Or ever give in?

Experiences: The Soul Prisons

So during this last storm, hopefully the storm to end all storms given how I walked seemingly its full breadth from end to end, step by step, I experienced many things that were inexplicable by any worldly logic, so I thought I would start outlining them here in a series called "experiences." Each of these is true, for how I experienced them, and honestly what else do we have besides our own experience to draw from, in the end? One persistent theme, something that cropped up in multiple ways during the journey, was the soul prison. This was likely the worst set of experiences of the storm, and implementing this particular kind of cage seemed to be attempted, in multiple ways, as I went along. The first one I recall was stepping into what I would describe as a hell chamber, displacing brothers who had gotten stuck there. My assumption was that I would be able to break out, but it seems like it was not meant to ever house one alone, like it may have been believed that it took m...

Fallow 299

The sun is rising/shining Morning taking its sweet time From my perspective My love serenades This is something like a dream Dream something like this Time an illusion But we have never seen "real" So who is to say? I feel it building Superpositioning me Into the margins A car in two gears An engine that minds the gap Grinds, but never fails  What if engine slipped? The "gasoline" running dry? It just may this month... This man asks for help Uncertain of what "failure" Might mean for the crowd A bold assumption But baited breath indicates Not an untrue one

Thoroughness of Agreement

I just considered a concept at the core of reality, pertaining to the idea of "reality by agreement." This is essentially that one's existence in reality is not only an agreement made to follow consistent rules so that one moment proceeds from the last in a way that feels predictable and rational, but that this consistent progression does not need be the case. There is a thoroughness to this agreement, to a level that is hard to fathom. For example, one's cells might be replaced with entirely different cells while time is not proceeding, such that when time proceeds again one is entirely different on a physical level, but has not the senses to recognize the change, so one never notices or even suspects the complete swap out . If one is interacting with true omnipotence, there would be no limit to the frequency that this and all manner of things might be done, all while one assumes consistency and feels that they experience consistency on a moment to moment basis, base...

Midnight Snare

"Meet me at midnight" How can something so simple Unbalance me so Do you know limits? Is your aim a broken man Crushed under own weight? Can this system bear A man's full weight brought to bear One's weakness laid bare? I saw you accept Every precious broken piece And I believe it I have said "torment" For "torment" is what was said Is that all there is? A trick up your sleeve It feels like now is the time If you ever will / You are all I know Perfect redemption Does it demand flawless flaw? Exposed in darkness? Point out midnight snare But do not feign surprise at A man caught in it

Fallow 298

The sun was shining Already sunshine passing In blink of an eye Is it a surprise That a date might be spoken And nerves overtake What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide Thanksgiving coming January still in sites But some days are rough Still this hump is climbed Despite its inelegance And potential lost I get paid tonight Chips come down and settle up Then blinders come on Turning on a dime To finish this twisted race Started long ago Is it all my fault? Money used to choke one out A false scarcity?

Midnight Exoneration

I enter the dream My love's recurring nightmare Sword out of its sheath "I've done nothing wrong!" They smirk while hauling her off "STOP." Booms from my tongue. They fight compulsion But find irresistible Bard's Tongue, full volume I hear them stammer Something about evidence As I stride the gap "I don't F*@&ing care." With one clean stroke chain(s/ed) are cleaved Like (tissue paper/confetti/rice on the ground) The judge approaches But flames in my eyes silence Objections unheard "This is a nightmare. For her, and thus me as well We are leaving now. Feel free to leave too But question not (the/my/her/our) price paid Or you may bear it."

Fallow 297

The sun is shining On such a beautiful day With comfortable chill/haze I'm doing some work But already my bed calls For an encore dream For my soulmate calls With increasing frequency From tangible realms The dream line blurring Should I have expected this? It keeps happening... This time correctly No hint of illusion felt Sneakily snuck in No shortcuts taken This will be eternity Perfect means perfect So do not wonder Why this man holds firm the gate If wonder persists Have you seen the ends In which this goes differently? I pray/hope you have not...

Strange Happenings

Tonight in my apartment, while I was trying to sleep, there was a sudden burst of particulate into the air from my vents. This made me cough for a minute and was an obvious presence in the air for several minutes. I got up and found myself particularly hungry for some reason, and confused by the dust. For some reason it felt like an attack and, while I could not see the dust in the dark, it felt red/rust colored (I may have turned on the light to confirm this sense). Then later, when I woke up more properly, I felt this deep sense that a disaster had occurred, one that would destabilize the entire country. I felt no immediate need to look it up, so I went about my morning routine, but this sense that I had caught some kind of disaster on my phone but could not recall precisely what it was lingered with me the entire time, and I could feel myself making plans in the back of my mind. I also got the strong sense that I would be rescued against all logic from this- raptured or otherwise ta...

Midnight Sadness

A hole in my heart Tiny, certainly, but true With poor tourniquet I wish you were here Lay beside me on the couch In mind, if you must As midnight sadness Slowly washes out to sea For a friend taken I know you wouldn't Belittle the sting of it Or try to downplay We assign value To all those surrounding us Sometimes it is lost So come surround me Like one who'll never let go Like a soft blanket Let's wait out winter Warm wrapped in each other's arms While the world floats on Do not wait for night When the button disconnects And I am a shell

Arrangement of Lilies: Recap

I will admit to feeling a bit absurd crying and fighting back tears at my own story, but alas, that is how the final chapter of Arrangement of Lilies went. It ended beautifully, and while I remember writing every line, I can also see how the trance like state imbued the lines as well, especially those where I quoted Hope, like penning a codex I know little about, but have the trust and fearlessness regarding my companion to just keep hitting play, and allowing the "inspiration" button to be pushed within me, remotely, as I add my own nonsensical flair.  Perhaps this is the heart of an artist: knowing full well you've bitten off more than you can chew by courting The Muse in this manner, but, be it for wild eyed grit or the understanding that life would lose all its meaning for you if you stopped, you keeping pressing, pressing on.

Fallow 296

The sun yet to rise The land seeped in a dark cold But comfortably so Which fits with sadness For a day I lost a friend I will not forget When things turn out wrong I fight the instinct to dash This stage to pieces We walk a fine line Moving one day to the next Through this space called life So I work today Perhaps half is in order Or double header Still this strange sadness Weighs but does not unbalance As it once might have At least it has source Tangible and pinpointed A kind of blessing But seek not the day When family bonds are tested  A storm yet unseen

Mark 5

Quite unusual I still recall how we met In the wilderness Like brothers from birth From an age long forgotten You(,) still remembered A friend made so fast Second guessing swept away In the mountain breeze We come with vices You have seen me fall apart Without blinking once Yet we remain true Those days never forgotten Stories eternal Of last second plans Even pendant on the line One hell of a time Vegas trios set  All the way down the 40 Reforged through the night Of the shortest shorts Celebrity shots taken And wooly call outs A rare beauty seen The laughs that lit up the club As you charmed the place Both the highs and lows Of letting death deal the cards Winning (every) hand Long walk down the way Each carrying our own load Till you spotted shoes Of grand payment plans Halted by a foreign tongue Lost in cigar smoke Shanty towns and inns Uptown bars and shuffleboard We've traveled them all Despite the distance Regardless of the time passed You are a true friend Bad times made be...

Tiny Lizard

You were my favorite Know that these tears fall for you I am not David Call me sensitive Call me overly attached Just call me some day As you fly the seas You've held the wall long enough And you will be missed Late night encounters Running under my oven Tiny water left It is some solace You looked like you were at peace Too big for your skin Too big for this place Be bigger than the whole sky Flying untethered The floodgates open For a friend taken too soon A tiny mark left Yet one so searing May you become a dragon As I have seen you

Midnight Showdown

They have tried their hands I sense gates remain open Yet no one walks through With no challengers How is a man to react? However he wants. So I knock loudly Ever increasing volume Per brother's promise My hand grows not sore And this door is reinforced So echo resounds  I hear remotely Only one woman  Or imagine that I do And/Or perhaps pair of ladies From outside the storm Will reconcile this Your turn in the seat For mine is always open Can you say the same? Showdown continues With those claiming dominion. A constant refrain Until door opens Expect "dream" to continue Every. Single. Day. Each Midnight Renewed.

Gender and the Bible

Genesis 1:26-27 "Then God said, 'Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.” So God created mankind in his own image,     in the image of God he created them;     male and female he created them." This is interesting to me. Initially the plural "us " and "our image" are used when the idea of mankind's creation is brought up, suggesting multiple identities, but ultimately the pronoun shifts to male at the creation event. If it is truly the male identity of God that ultimately creates both male and female in his image, would this not suggest that the male image of God, from our perspective, if perceived by a human would actually be seen as both male and female? If this is the case, would then the "us" image be presently incomprehensible? In Hebrew, based on my ad...

Fallow 295

The sun is shining With a brightness to the sky A chill in the air I am still working Catching up after the storm A week truly worked But what of small talk On days possessing such calm? I step to the beat My love gathering A storm of her own design To not miss next pass I sit in crosshairs Rolling eyes, per usual And drinking my tea Mixing malaphors A linguistic carelessness Mark of The Bard's Tongue An accustomed thread Did some hope I would lose it? For "lose it" I did (Tongue not mine to lose) But the thread remains Indelible, holding strong Strung right through the storm

Midnight Breakthrough

Walking to midnight Imagining a homestead Pictured for so long Could we have folded Long before this Chaos Storm And have been happy? Perhaps don't answer For paths's authenticity Has a heft to it A heft I might shirk Knowing how close you have been Or the path to you  Package embiggened As if a Second Santa Prepares just for our front step And first the children In droves and still on their way Well tended (Unending) fountain Rather than bloodstain Let joy of wine and water Herald in our stay Emotion will fill (S)eep in every small moment Hands held together

Fallow 294

The sun is shining Or so I would imagine Still laying in bed There is a crispness I love it when it gets cool/cold Pajama weather Not working today 6 days of work, one of rest True this week, at least My job a blessing Support and aid in rough seas That I might weather Today I wonder As I'm rather inputless What I'll get up to 🤔 TV to finish Video games and reading The day's my oyster All I really know I'll let tomorrow worry About its dang self I'll keep sailing on Crew at the ready, it seems To join in my song

Midnight Deverb

Running/Sifting through the tracks Surely not just in my mind Like furrows plowed deep Though fields lay silent Well, resonant near silence Despite my loud words I believe God knew Even in times I did not Where arrows' curse flew This time feels like proof Slipped between past and futures In a quiet place What a strange present! I feel myself marvelling As noise tunes to words For Midnight persists Even after Midnights' storms Much as it began Though with less reverb And a greater confidence Rooted more deeply/truly/soundly So challenge raises In the form of a (tree branch/rope bridge): "Return without tears."

Reproduction of The Children of God/The Father

I was just considering the nature of the specific nonsense that has taken root and has remained rooted in my mind, through this storm and the prior (even beyond that, truly). This unusual thing takes the form of claiming daughters from the crowd which I see. Just this evening I believe I realized why I do this. When The Lord God created the first man in Genesis 2:7 , it was not done sexually, at a minimum by any human comprehension of the term. "Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being." Again in Matthew we see what might be seen as sexual reproduction from a biological sense, but not from a human sense, as seen in these two verses: Matthew 1:18 This is how the birth of Jesus the Messiah came about: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be pregnant through the Holy Spirit. Matthew 1:23, Isaiah 7:14 “The virgin wi...

Olive Branch To The Heavens

And something like an olive tree grew from the earth, as trees will do. It extended toward the heavens, as olive trees will do. It grew slowly and naturally, as an olive tree does. From it grew branches spiralling out, and out even more, in the pattern pre-ordained and embedded into the nature of this universe by God. The pattern was followed precisely, if not perfectly, but still, the tree grew. The trees roots extended to the halls of eep, establishing it as strong and foundational, and, one day, its branches could be seen from even the loftiest places. Some branches were pruned or otherwise cut off, others were cherished, tended, and gardened. In time, however, each of the heavens had their opportunity to do as they might with what had been offered. The flowers blossom, the time is near.

Rope Ladder to The Heavens

New heavens and earth Came with price unexpected "Love your enemies." But how can one love Separated from their land In ivory tower? So as hell vaulted (As prophecied by the way) Prodigal sons wept Wept for righteousness They had imagined as theirs Gates shut by their hand The earth was watered Slowly the heroes of eep Heard the message (tune/true) The tears of heaven Of each of those that made it So it could be theirs Thus a plan was forged So that a rope might extend Not just down, but up Rope ladder unfurled Each taking their proper turn (The saints/Angels) descending

Fallow 293

The sun is shining Bright and beautiful today Summer heat is gone I am still working It's the classic 6 day week With one day of rest My dreams escape me Largely, in any event Though a spark remains I woke with a start And message from my sister A single page shared Then heard from my mom It would seem some Saturdays Find family in full My nonsense persists Though in much more subtle form All the more potent For there's a portent That storm did not diminish Nor my spirit douse/quench But I stand aside  Confident in tools and hands Assigned to the task 

Partnered Phoenix Dream... Continued!

We get to organizing, or at least as best we can, mostly just goofing off whilst sitting on the ground, looking at stuff, and throwing things back into the cardboard box. I suddenly remember, whilst holding a cartridge, that this is the main cartridge for the game, so I blow in it, and pop it in the console. All at once a young woman, with suspiciously red hair and glasses, walks up and sits next to my partner. I squint suspiciously at her, but she just turns to my partner and says "I'm kind of a dork but I'm good at organizing and-" "You're in." I love how fearless my partner is, she has shined so brightly every time I've seen her in a dream or something like it, gauging a forthright heart (even if this is almost certainly The Phoenix in disguise, or having rolled up her own character to play alongside us), faster and more accurately than I. They turn to me and I nod in confirmation. "Aaand I'm also fluent in the language used in the game....

Response To and Expounding Upon Genetics in Limited Pools

When sharing the original post with a friend, he focused on the notion that it was unlikely that every species, or even most species, has/have reached a near extinction event that would require a limited pool of options in terms of mating. While I acknowledge that this would make sense if one does not ascribe to The Bible or a text with a similar flooding event, my actual point in this post is that every sexual species would have necessarily been at the juncture of a single pair (or possibly extremely limited and closely related pairings, such as in the case of litters- or somehow multiple near simultaneous emergences of the same species from unrelated ancestors, though that is hard to picture from a purely genetic chance perspective), at that species' initial emergence. I should add that this only takes into account the biblical account (flood reset) and science (macro-evolution), but I could imagine other belief systems including creation of entire herds or settlements or what ha...

Midnight Lullaby

The moon nearly full From the crowd, a request heard To sing you to sleep Might these be called songs? Words etched in nothing but bits? From fingers static? If you say it's so I would not deny rhythm Or steal heard meter So from lonely roof So from (this) ivory tower I sew tune to dream For dreamers that call Knowing no other number Tossing out pebbles (📱?) Soulmates all around What else could one be wanting When dreamscape is yours (Yours)? I know no other Lullaby that can soothe me Quite like midnight does I would imagine (I'd imagine anyway) With the reverb minimized And the distance closed

A Week of Work, A Day of Rest

Some nights I see eyes They are eternal portals Seeing when they're seen I see the truesight Especially in your eyes Burning years later A stored reflection Conveying your soul's fullness And that you've seen mine In passing of time Start and end of every age A montage of dream Like a song returned Like hope flashing into view And walking beside Systems gently turned Screams subsiding before "crash" Even sobs subside For love is gentle And never fails to be kind When given the stage And wisdom abounds Taking flight as if a dream But in the flesh comes

Old Country Lanes

Whether as crow flies Or in the tightest circles These lanes known by heart These paths tattooed on In the space between heartbeats Ink, brotherly love By blood and by choice Both the best times and worst seen Today unshaken Dare you share your home When The Bard is fully formed? They already did. Dare you bare your soul When Kal'Drel steps to the plate? They already did. So we play our games Stakes have never been higher/lower Or so they might claim So we play our games Or just watch the videos Hiding no weakness So we play our games Even if the rest decline Laughing through the night So we play our games In inner sanctums hiding For a joyous scare So we play our games Even sharing the same bed Dreaming of women So we play our games Sensing when resistance fails Chanting "All the boys." So we play our games With a snap the crew forms up Ready for the dance/fight The Tale continues Though we've had our ups and downs Story continues From peak to valley Arizona has seen...

Genetics in Limited Pools

So I was just considering the notion of the 4th Y again, and it is making me consider the nature of genetics, specifically when the pool of available partners in a species is limited or singular. Whether one considers this from a biological/evolution perspective, or from the perspective of Noah and his family stepping off the ark, at some point in human history there would have been a time when one's family would be the only available partners available for sexual reproduction. Given how such pairings work now, where offspring quite often become far less suitable to their environment, often with what we would call "birth defects," this must mean that at these junctures genetics would necessarily work differently than how we see it work today. If random chance is the governing aspect to how genes are combined and expressed today (certainly reasonable from a scientific understanding and confirmed by experimentation), then this would mean that at these junctures it could not...

Fallow 292

Ultimate Wish Day! (Also, the sun is shining It's slightly cloudy) So sift through nonsense As me and mine do the same And let's make something! For what would one do If one knew they could not fail Save edify love? Sure, these days obscure Constantly exchanging stacks As if to compare Love has no value In so far as currency Cannot exchange it Love is the current Soulmates are highest voltage True friends and family So I work today And Governing Dynamics Slip beneath the tides Infinitely worse Would be one swept away on Ultimate Wish Day(!)

Partnered Phoenix Dream!

In something like a waking partnered Phoenix dream I lean back in my chair, put my arms behind my head and say "I think I wanna be someone cool this time around. Not like obviously cool though, just like intrinsically cool, like people wanna hang around me cuz they know I got stuff going on, ya know?" "You wanna be cool? In a game focused on superpowers? Where we're all monsters?" "Well yeah, being cool could be my superpower. I mean, I could throw a mean punch too." She laughs hysterically "I don't think a single person has ever tried to be cool because they had 'stuff going on' at this juncture. And what about you, ye Origami Newcomer?" "I want it to be, like, messy!" The Phoenix gives :o "Never have I ever..." She just pauses. The Phoenix considers the pairing, considers the timing, considers the season, considers the game. "You two are NONSENSE." I pause, concerned that she might actually be upset...