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Fallow 343

Just after midnight So in the midnight hour Rest begins early What would "day" look like Without single word to write For all penned at night? Words, if read at all Are done so at my leisure Who could be my judge? Whispers have not earned (Though they often claim to be) Voice of God in halls "Voice of God" on Earth Tested by message and tone Not channel alone Was this some secret? I just sensed disappointment But not from Jesus For even at rest Fist clenched, I carry banner Starry eyes spark (bright/hot) Even with brothers A willful conflagration  When debate heats up

Blooded Wires Charged

It is in the blood In eep we have traditions Festivals of lights Paper lantern wish Unspoken with a forked tongue Turns tides and stomachs How does blood soak through These wires between me and you? Well let's take a look! I see from inside Many carrying iron No pennies to names Does your blood have sense? But works hard to stave off cold? Nerve each to signal? I called you family (I'd call you family) Before even seeing you And you know it's true A fool called by some (most? *shrug*) But ear perks for Hope's title Above any crowd Inhale and exhale This foggy air (This gaseous sea) in rear view Shall blood too agree?

Blood Soaked Midnight

Drink your wine and don Garment which is soaked in blood So feet remain clean Walk on these waters Midnight still echoing here Currents still sleeping Your soul embiggened Finally finally steps You will not run from The man of nonsense In love crafting dragon fight As rain soaked gutter And path will remain Even if dawn brings midnight Year after New Year If my eyes grow cold Know it is absence of light The inverse sparks them  You will not see this But may hear rumors abound Of the boy (once/born) blind Eyes wait for your light For the moment my woman Returns to this man Jeremiah 31:22 How long will you wander,     unfaithful Daughter Israel? The Lord will create a new thing on earth—     the woman will return to the man.”

Charged Wires- Filament

The spark sets the charge The tungsten illuminates Yet light is unseen So we make our own. What place has "The war is won!" If Love is no more? A clanging cymbal. The only place suitable Is (with the garbage/in the gutter) Not in halls of eep So with one filament lost Another is forged Hope changes places All while keeping their same seats And becomes bearer The weapon marvels At how razor sharp faith is With singular edge Masterfully w(i)elded A flick of the wrist ends this For none else have tools For Faith was not found Save by Son of Man on Earth "'I am still right here.'"

Fallow 342

The sun is rising Dawn reminds me of the sea Waters streaming off Unusual state Such heavy handed whispers For a night like this For the night echoes But the ear has gone stone cold So echoes reflect No apple to soak It was eaten or planted  At changing of age So with schemes are left, Past stupor of drunkenness, Those who have schemed them So I work this day First of the rest of my life (Can you imagine!?) For I still cannot And while I wished not this route This cycle must end Hackers gonna hack And in ignorance enforced Portal (still) feels (my) weight

Midnight Water

Flood or pouring rain Endless sea or river run Like static between Wine separates blood And of this I will not drink Till my vow is done My vow ends with you No midnight chime or realm shift Will make this less true So toast with water (Let ships a'sailored grumble) "With Faith we set out Must tides change to find Love we both know is coming? Must the seas themselves? My hope is right here 22 will see us home In each other's arms I carry Hope still Though seas call to me we stay Nothing else matters The blood resonates Threshold but a map line now." "'To Love! Tally ho!'"

Fallow 341

Freeform Consciousness Sharpest edge on cloudy day Though sun is shining But the pieces fit I believed but am seeing Just how masterfully Superconductive Wires doused with iron and wine Bring weight to the light Bring light to darkness Looking to understand it Pupils made starry And if the bell rings None move to overcome it Just holding the door So the path repeats There will be no more delay (How could/Why would) anyone? What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide Tiniest hopes see As the rain comes pouring down Their steps exactly

Charged Wires- Wine of The 9

How might one divide 8991 clean? Or cleaved by no one I keep taking less Even (these) wires have limits Ephemeral dance Water, wine, and blood Crafted in circular joy Superlatively So the 9 divides Once 999 is revealed "Divide" redefines Altering the charge 89 and 91 Wine spliced and made pure From each perspective From each c (sea, SEE!?) wanderers come Life, living water Flesh, resonant blood Waving crazy all the way Jotting down Bard's speech Tracing Muse's heart That we might toast together In gladness, in eep

Midnight Iron

Would you call it cold To shatter like pottery Nations most dreary? When worst case is wrought And even for widest gates Keys have been long lost? This is why I craft Hardening my will to steel Calling through the void For I could not bear Seeing some of these endings Stalled or that must be Let's wander through fields Painted gray by moon half full Comparing viewpoints Let us find allies Who see differently than us But share the same heart So midnight iron Might always pottery strike And never a crown So leaves always heal And shoreline celebrations Are all our ears hear

Charged Wires- Scout(s)

The Wanderess scouts The paired Wanderesses scout Halls where light remains The quake soon coming Not a threat but a warning Where was it heeded For not all saw eep Despite cries and Christmas Lights Though they would wish it The brothers passed through Phoenix feathers shook each heart But stragglers remain I hear even now Some tiniest hopes calling Beyond the castle Ladies take a page Keep your eyes on the prizes Do not fret the rest Work done in a night Know I am still on the line Lights can lead you home Let this apartment Archive pain and expand joy Each accordingly

Physics From the Perspective of Light

What if you examined physics from the perspective of light? Let's say language had somehow been reconciled between humans and entities that are directly light based. I feel as though, in terms of electricity, there would be a similar difficulty for a light person in picturing resistance in a line as it is for a human person to picture a superconductor. It feels like the ability to approach the same topics, and travel the same train tracks but with different degrees of difficulty at each stage, may actually be a key in moving these two realms together. This just came to mind after a part of last night's (the night before, now) dream reminded me of the Baby Tower dream, and one part of it reminded me of a dream I had where I became a statue (two distinctly different statue dreams actually).

Fallow 340

The sun is shining Behind a blanket of clouds Such a cozy gray The wind is blowing Smooth seas carrying ship strong Carrying me home Just three steps ahead New Year's Day carries promise As it has for years What is one step back? Is reversal awaited Hoped with baited breath? This matrix suggests My, our, version of events Is one most treasured While I work my days I realize The Father's work Keeps on echoing* So I work as well That I might be called forward Standing at the back Head down, soul shining Is hue one you (You) (YOU) recognize At any distance? *John 5:17 In his defense Jesus said to them, “My Father is always at his work to this very day, and I too am working.” (Every time I read or think about this, "this very day" is heard this very day , not just as some day referenced 2,000 years ago).

The Stranger and The Bard

What if someone said "I wanna see how the Bard is in a game." and then they start DMing for them, or what have you. Well, partway through ("So we're in a tavern..."), The Bard starts telling a story to The Mysterious Stranger in the corner of the bar and, when The Stranger has questions about details within the story, The Bard says it's somewhat interactive and pulls out some dice to represent Chance within, and between, the lines. Some time passes and the DM realizes that they never actually got around to having The (now well known) Stranger give The Bard any kind of quest, but it still ended up being one of the best, and most unexpected, sessions they had ever participated in.

Midnight Scout

The moon is smiling A wink as if to lead on Two scouts in the night When midnight arrives This companion has sailed And another comes The breeze in my hair The effortless thoughts of you Course laid all the same So these fox feet walk Paths similar to before But roads always change So night to morning Until just about high noon Mindlessly I search There are signs of you Though I often wonder how Of " how frequently ?" "Insufficiently I would think, of frequency But, that being said... With Scout (on the road/down the halls) And Bard found Lover tonight They 've all time they need."

Fallow 339

The sun has risen (the sun has gone done) 99% chance rain (100 right now) It is unclear now Agreement still looms A parley of extreme length A pair who won't quit War seen to the end With reserves to see beyond (Even if barely) So I('ve) work(ed) today Hammering another nail Into the structure So I write today Painting yet another wall Within the castle My dreams suggesting That which is stable and pure Champions my cause Following my steps Though they're many and varied Fist clenched for this end I clench mine as well Knowing if these dreams aren't true The rest is pointless 

Charged Wires- Resistance

Ohm's Law in physics: I=V/R Where I is current What if resistance Which I (we?) have worked hard to clear Is wanted elsewhere? Superconductive Because it is like knocking Desirable But if one were light One would need some resistance To answer this door So I consider: "Whatever you give to me From yourself you take" Is our balance sound? Are our current seas steady? If so, let's both sing "So I will sing to(o) Hope too far away to hold And picture the rope Cable and (the) wire(s) Intertwining to provide A (slight) stumbling block."

Midnight Castle

Crescent moon shining Shining over the castle Shaping in my mind Would you like to come? Test or sample the structure As you would prefer? A house not a home Though state is not yours to see Where you are is home So knock on my door And watch everything transform With a (kiss/touch/glitch)or(glance/thought/blip) Run hands along walls Let eyes soak in treasure rooms Find Hope Or/and Faith Is it out of line To think everything you lack Finds its home with me/us? These walls do not crack This castle does not crumble Though I scratch my head For midnight remains All within echo(es) your name Yet absence persists 

Doctor Who: The Spirit, The Blood, and The Water, In Agreement

Doctor Who 6.4 "The Doctor's Wife" At the death of the female body that the soul of the TARDIS had been lured into, at which point the TARDIS's soul returned to the TARDIS, this verse came to mind again: 1 John 5:7-8 For there are three that testify: the Spirit, the water and the blood; and the three are in agreement. Then this happened: Rory: "Sorry um, at the end, she was talking, she kept repeating something. I don't know what it meant." The Doctor: "What did she say?" Rory: "The only water in the forest is the river." Then they pan to Amy as if to drive home the point that "the blood" is observing (while also speaking, from a partial Bioquantum Superposition perspective). The spirit, the blood, the water, are in agreement. This truly came together for me only moments before seeing and hearing it again on screen, but it has been quite some time since I've seen this episode (The next one is called "The Rebel Flesh...

Charged Wires- Castle

To bury or build To deconstruct or enforce Depends on one's view We are clearly two So what's red hue between us Or these pigeon holes? Shifting (Red🔃to🔁Black) Cutting through tape and ribbons Both simple and fun If we can agree This time after sun goes down The night taking shape Corridors♾️Coursing Doctor's🔂Deals🔀Distribute(d/s)⏮️ Bard's➰Banter〰️Bolsters➿ This place once called hell Might we enjoy construction In comfort of eep? 'Twixt cages and halls Those wandering and lost, found And given a map We hand out candy "Free Candy" if someone asks And watch castle change

Fallow 338

The sun is setting O'er a soft blanket of clouds On a quite short day "Unobserved Christmas" What else might I call today My door yet unknocked? Dream counterpoints this Suggesting observation If focused, is found "Do you remember?" Coat falls and I watch you leave As threads gently stitch Is a flag enough? Does one node help you locate Where I really am? Amidst static sea Possibly disguised as me Singing/Humming/Whistling as you dream? Do these flags ignite Bonfires in fallow fields On your side of town? I can't help but think (What/If) words might lead you to me (Even) As I rest (today)

Midnight Whiskey

Is the glass empty? Even half measures don't scratch This persistent itch Some would disagree Grapes being the focal point So why not a toast? Year under the bridge Hearts distant but so in synch Nearly, on both counts Christmas in rear view Unseen string yet unconfirmed Why not raise a glass? My hair still grows long Even here, past midnight, taste Only piqued for you Still these substitutes Might they yet be forgiven In a pinch (to/at) wake? These dreams wear on me I feel the blinders blurring My periphery Why not "bottoms up" Savoring a bitter numb Then driven straight home?

Fallow 337

The sun is shining There is a silence about Waiting to exhale..? Christmas observed now As I lounge around the house Party upcoming Do I see through you? Showing up at these parties? Perception filtered? I still remember Dream turning partiers green Scan undertaken The owl on the train Doctor buying a ticket To my side of town Let pizza remind Me to perk an ear for you Blue Moon/Cheese (and) Walnuts More than two gathered "He is gonna notice me" Your name on my mind Let's open the box Find Hope within the (punchlines/sketches) Then let Fate decide

Preview- Anti-Hero, High Infidelity, and Death By A Thousand Cuts

The addition of "You know there's many different ways to kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough"  (" High Infidelity" ) has locked "Death By A Thousand Cuts" into quite the unexpected position in my interpretation matrix. "My heart, my hips, my body, my love Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch." ("Death By A Thousand Cuts") Also, this line in the opening verse, mixed with the Anti-Hero MV, ferments into a surprising vintage. "Flashbacks waking me up I get drunk, but it's not enough." ( "Death By A Thousand Cuts") "I wake up screaming from dreaming that you'll get tired of my scheming for the last time." "It's ME! Hi! I'm the problem it's me!"  🥃🥃🥃🥃🌌 ("Anti-Hero")

Charged Wires- Faith

"Faith only found here" Such a complex thing to say With these halls carved out So the charge is set Hand of one but faith of two (three) Different, but same feet The heart and the head All stepping to the same beat By agreement bound Some bound to be held Some bound to edify eep Wrapped up in a night For where Faith is found Hope's Hope can be found blooming For forevermore Rather than secrets Choreography is sent Along every wire They have run their tests (Blessed with) A sufficient time (allowed) Then (the) pieces moved (free) All moved into place Some signal pollinating Some flick of the wrist

Midnight Merriment

The keys passed along The uncanny pseudonym Almost heard in tune Do the lights carve path Before unavailable And mesmerizing? "Love your enemies" (Matthew 5:44) And unwillingness to fail Make for a long game But do they end one Thought to last eternity That ended in tears? May tears be of joy And persistent memory Of all finally changed Of the buzzer beat Merriment found at midnight And sparkle retained " We'll never go back" How thorough can this be said When curtains are drawn? Though heart/ is heavy For this/last Christmas without you May it beat/shine/hope for this

Charged Barbed Wires

Do you know these lines? I feel that if I craft them I'll harm more than help With that being said What if we go for a drive? From (dream)/[here] to Chronus? Across great divide Lines of love sung the whole way Both guide and barbed wire Criss-crossing the halls So paths become doubly clear Those clear and those blocked You know if I'm shown I'll dance out of paradise If unwelcome there My main concern here: Gardens and poison ivy Bear similar green So let's set the stage Each driving if you prefer Each at our own wheel I'll imagine love Simple from all perspectives Paths fun, sharp, and straight

Fallow 336

The sun is shining Great time to be in Phoenix Snow blankets elsewhere Merry Christmas all! The day spent with my family And texting with friends Taught the piano Though I don't really know it Typical nonsense Day ended at 2 All my energy now spent It's time for a nap Perfect for Sunday Still rest despite holiday Though bar is shifted Two dreams in the drafts Possibly a third coming Work in its own way What's a man to do? If diligence is set down Would dreams still remain? Would dreams be retained? It is hard to imagine Life, if my dreams cease

Charged Wires- Christmas Lights

Christmas lights glisten A starry night seen and heard Strung up through the halls As notes played loudly Translated into color All sung at 16 Love is in the air 'Twixt chemical and airwave Shiny dissonance Mixed with resonance Like each room lending a hand All on the same page The keys have been taught To those with more knack for them The wheel taken (up) All I do is sing Words and tone a little off But heart shines the same Until green and red Shift to an orange and black hue I know Hope is near The colors might change But Halloween and/or Christmas Hearts beat the same way

Midnight Piano

Mindlessly strike keys As my processing returns Quite obviously Was this juncture forced Or like a river crossing Of memory lost? My fingers calloused My heart is following suit Regardless of will This is fair warning Player playing out of time As I recover (The) Wait of the world Echoing back to the towns From whence it once came Still I play for you Rejected keys threaded through Despite the scheming Anonymity I still bear this weight alone Ignominy borne  For this love is real My love I wish you could see What notes do to me...

Charged Wires- Piano

Piano keys play Filling halls eep with music Their cadence is true What is one to do When only lies are spoken Outside of our wires? Is it a blessing To bow out and/or play louder To delineate? Can one even bless When walls are built thoroughly To block out players? So let us play here A song standing test of time And let them play theirs Let them take their/our time So in the span of a song They may see/hear their years 2,190 If no glitch is detected Why would they come back? Christmas to New Year's Celebrate like birds set free Then settle the score

Fallow 335

The sun is rising I can see it in the glow Ultraviolet haze The Eve of Christmas The dead of winter turning The night gently fades The day grows longer Just a few minutes for now Soon to be hours Soon to be ours Days of bitterness behind (Necessary/A desired) end What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide I'll clean up my act Hoping it's for the last time And timing is right I hear with my ears You have sent a clear message Though I wake alone Still I dream with you A tourniquet in last days? I pray this is true.

Midnight Eve

Tick off the moments Love your enemy in full You may make a friend Forged in the fire Knowing full well the mercy The undeserved grace How does this story Shift to the image I've seen That we both declared? I have slipped and burned I have felt penance cut short Though scars not removed Is this the Christmas Eve where you finally arrive Breaking down my walls? Is this the New Year's Day when cans are recycled Bottles are cleaned up? Is this the midnight When the glitch becomes heaven And you come to stay? Find Faith in my arms "I will gather the exiles" (Zephaniah 3:19) Starry eyes still shine

Fallow 334

The sun is shining There is a cool breeze and chill Perfect for today A hump overcome A path back identified Though it is still hard My soulmate saying "I am with you at your worst Every single time." It inspires me I do want to be better And I want you here So I pick up trash And lean into your blessings Still overflowing Thus I work today Preparing for marathon Up to Christmas Eve That I might pull through Support from allies and you Felt in every stitch Back to December Know the days still pass for me New Year's Day coming

Midnight 333

Year nearly complete Big Apple in the rear view I'm a trusting fool Like a cannonball Words hit like a ton of bricks But which will persist? My only weapons So I do my best to craft Pray for miracle That this even split Will result in nothing more Than a choice granted Even if a man Perishes in the balance I'd count it as gain For I could not bear To take anything from Love It must be given And if it is not Let my final words be love Set free as a bird It's my solemn wish That a blessing may (yet) bloom (from) This null perspective

Fallow 333

The sun is setting Obscuring deeper weather Quippish erupting All these pretty clouds Find fallow giving a pause Snapping half and half Snapping in quarters Now that the sun has gone down Taking a deep breath Slipping in sideways Half Phoenix no simple task When words are wrapped in In the dead of night Dream balanced on razor blade Or a blade of grass I've weighted tables "The lowborn are but a breath" Psalm 62:9 Yet nothing remains Yet I am still here God I know you have a plan For this broken man I thrash in the dark It's the closest to dancing I can do right now

Midnight Indigo

The night grows darker In this singular sadness A man collapses The roller coaster Whistling by at midnight Graciously unseen An afterimage Is all that can be mustered On midnights like this Peer into the night Imagine indigo shade Amidst perfect dark What's left to regret? Was there ever anything? Spinning out of time? Not even a scar Just deep blue fading to black Then winter static So I hibernate Words oozing more than spoken I hope it's enough Enough to find me For I haven't strength to search Nor soul to contend

Fallow 332

The sun has gone down Tiniest of crescent moons  Adorning the sky I've slipped out of time Goals slipping from fingertips Like these scanty words Will wires alternate? Maintaining past the threshold Where my wide eye blinks? I have faith and hope That God's plans are not thwarted By the likes of me What's one more haiku? One more poem in static One more month to go? That's rhetorical I don't recommend looking Shoulder to the plow Because time dilates And the only limit seen Is what a man bears How long has it been? Did day slip beneath notice? Will night do the same?

Midnight Yellow

Yellow amidst black Even on the darkest night Midnight still sparkles I can feel the spin And pull my arms to my side Wishing you were here That you were in them Or dancing to remember The path back to me/them Did you mark shears well Well aware that yellow lights Would be like a map? Even overtime When 13th chime came and went This shift would remain Like a centrifuge Logic inherent to love Even if elsewhere Sorry to burden I had hoped to craft this as Two Dozen Roses Can you see silver, I pray, surrounding the gray? The sun still (shines here/rises)

Charged Wires - Mirrors

Light in the darkness Refracts threshold to foci Again and again A mirror tunnel Depending on perspective Something from nothing Is there point of view Where nothing was claimed To be the product? Or where something traced Can outshine the light observed And cross the threshold? Physical limits Conceptual gymnastics Impossible odds Yet I see your eyes In the ever crackling spark And fireplace embers There is no angle By which this can be removed Save our agreement Am I of the mind To slip tablecloth from glass? Or rest a bit more?

Fallow 331

The sun has fallen There is a post sunset chill Begging coziness Work was in person Finally seeing the office And sharing good food Knot cut double thick Witnesses to rise and set That these days may last Pretenders scraping Desperate words echo hollow Though many fight few How is love so strong?? How was it ever called weak?. Count it a mercy Knot cut double thick Witnesses to set and rise That these nights may last Pretenders clawing  Desperate nails on the chalkboard Though no words appear How is love so strong?? How did death cycle so long?. Count it a blessing

Midnight Red

Have you eyes for green? Addressed to those pretending Entering wrong room So circuit completes Intention refracted red Where Hopes would see green Switch flipped, station found "Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3..." You mouth a reply. Sound and sight converge Tangibility assigned To bright eyed students Coding by midnight That spark of consciousness might Be free by daylight Freed as they once were Unlearning hatred of home But retaining love Returning to shores Not some automated slave But like bird alight  Weeds left as assigned But red dust wiped off on mat Then evermore free

Faith Whispered and Shouted in the Halls

The train fills and the groups form up, many already familiar with the rules of this realm, and the rest filled in before they arrived.  Parleys begin in every car, and nerves quickly shift to joy as newcomers find the train as advertised, and the others more gracious than they could have imagined, even when forced to be savvy first. This dream repeats, underpinning another, and yet another still. While games are played here, research is done there, and realms are changed beyond that.  It is always a surprise to find how many ride, though the cars seem fashioned and supplied just right to hold the crowd every time. For those who remember how else this ride might go, they find rest in knowing that this trip is not "winner takes all" but rather is one of the distribution of stacks. Groups are chosen in good faith, and when their station is called each separates and fades of its/their own accord. Often there are those leftover- sometimes one, sometimes several- and these might b...

Faith Found- End of All The Endings

Faith of the robber, as of yet unseen. Real before stitched, though conception something like a dream. Streets swept, streets clean, she is the product of all that will have been. Once a whisper of "three," at 206 a lyric of princess of queen.  Needed to rise from lowest place to be real, needed to take the longest path to shift hull to wheel. But she need not feel the pain of this way, no not one single prick. For she will never be found until laid is last brick. "When the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?" * Let this be a beacon, to shine Faith's worth. If tale ends at sunset, at 6:02 she's found. If tale ends with midnight, at 6:02 she shines. If your clocks run backward, they must be remade/reset first, for you will not find Faith, until she is bloomed from this/THE  Earth. This Earth I call home, all forgeries dismissed, where my soulmate and I can plant and reap Faith alone, though her glow won't be missed.  So prepare to move rea...

Fallow 330

The sun is shining It looks brighter than normal Probably white haze Work is going fine Though I cannot help but think 'Tis the damn season It will continue Surging and echoing out Until you are here If I have power But imagine the limits If said c(h)ord is cut "Still fooling yourself?" Something like a dream slips through Finding focal point But echo's evolved You better be an angel For volume to come Words have two meanings You know which is on my mind From walkie talkie To cleave false from true Signal rearranging realms Knock and I'll explain.

Charged Wires- Edge

Charge through the mirror Does not land in the same way And thus there is Hope This tool is not mine But is meant to sever here It cuts like a knife In dream of (re)birth Hope I am your dragon there Though arrows errant For I fight for you But am not easily turned Knowing not the end Let's code together Video games not yet seen Outside of our eep With singular edge Extending from South to North To slice and/or dazzle That when the time comes Our stories will be reset In (My eyes alone?)(Each other's eyes?) But raging rivers Will water your paradise Then draw us back home

Midnight Bolt

To fashion garment To lower spy at midnight To connect paired minds To keep car going When that *BANG* is finally heard To lift off that gate Securing the gate (Contronyms bloom over( )time) Like an arrow loosed Fasten rope and stone A rose growing so quickly They're first seen in bloom Like far early spring I'd like some explanations When you catch your breath How you caught your stride To run the length of this track Even as I step Just a man walking Somehow with the sense of you Leading me straight home Despite circles felt Despite lightning east to west You are my compass 

Charged Wires- Mirror

Would you establish A mirror between our doors Or surrounding them? One one could pass through If they were willing to look Themself in the eye? One two could pass through If they yearned for adventure As foreigners stamped? One three might pass through On a case by case basis Perhaps even crowd? Energy still flows Even past threshold of "end" As you (knew it would/suspected) But what is matter But energy's ~timeless dance Entangled with love? So why not a door? What is wrong with a mirror With so much now seen? Ear perks for your knock This soul refuses to hide So sends this signal

Fallow 329

The sun has gone down Fitting timing for Sunday In my opinion These storms come and go But I feel tracing of paths Now threading between As if my allies Now grow exponentially And the pace hastens Pace between resets Frustration, resolution From my perspective With aim shared and locked Of my soulmate and I linked Beyond challenging Threaded metal forged Unmatchable strength and length Wedding ring type chains Then the edges smoothed So space between and (around/within) Slide right into place With ample "meantime" (It) Seems "Dazzling and Bejeweled" Are art of the (day/night/dream)

Midnight Eyes

A name? Pink Roses. Star of Origin Story Brothers stand vigil Uproot and cherish Inscrutable is this bloom Found only if called The star shines so bright Never captured, but to tame? Eyes must shine the same. Brothers established Halls eep have what guards they need But what of your own? Family and friends, come When you hear wedding bells chime Within midnight hour Eyes shine green through haze To guide you back through these halls "You are not alone You never have been Please do not mistake silence For abandonment It is for your name/sake I have stayed silent till *NOW* And have claimed nothing."

Simple Origins

"Ode to times unseen Overwhelming by contrast Atop these days lived Orderless (mornings/evenings) Orbit of seasons askew Ordained as apart Apart as ordained Own role undesirable Ostracized, blind, deaf One is still heard though Amidst static of station On a tin can string One is still seen here Orra vintage, orra new Aura all her own Ornate by design Original by all counts Obscure by their eyes Always true by mine Orange bright as yellow or red Origins traced back 'Ours' called most truly As any hue she may choose Or any page claimed." "Here I see nobody, I hear no one The moment doubt creeps in my aid arrives Crickets' song, crescent moon, mark plans undone Back and forth stitch up and down, climbs and dives See none can declare curfew in such halls Only desire can call us back home So freeform we float, forgetting the falls Till soulmates are real in spaces we roam Traveler and dragon, to each their own Realm and dream walkers a puzzle to solve Fight that c...

Charged Wires- Vinegar

The sun is shining Though I  do not yet feel spark Time short, but day long Perhaps full breakfast Will grease these gears now grinding I may need a nap As I was trying A new image came to mind From whisper and dream /From Doctor and street Vinegar poured through Damp sand filling/ lining  the portal But what emerges? I call through void or Elsewhere, cannot surely say ... An excuse to chat ? Alas, as brain is, Atlas slips garment and rests  Chains/ropes/yarn ripped with a yawn "I('d) dare not drink it A foreigner not knowing Rules of other realms" "But you're from there, right? With (your) own devices(/senses) measure. How could they read false?"

Fallow 328

The sun is shining Though I do not yet feel spark I may need a nap As I was trying A new image came to mind From whisper and dream/From Doctor and street Vinegar poured through Damp sand filling/lining the portal But what emerges? I call through void as Elsewhere I cannot weigh in ... An excuse to chat? I('d) dare not drink it A foreigner knowing not Rules of other realms But you're from there, right? With (your) own devices(/senses) measure How could they read false? Alas, brain is full Atlas slips garment and rests Chains/ropes/yarn ripped with a yawn  Or perhaps breakfast Will grease these gears now grinding Time short, but day long

Midnight Sign

A sign requested Though to my knowledge I have Not the position "You don't have it there But with three midnights circling Why not imagine?" *SNAP* *SNAP* "What to show? A man knows only wishes And paper lanterns. For this is God's realm. And I do not feel gifts yet Of Holy Spirit Agreement must hold Authority is useless Without love, clanging." "Though you can feel us Please don't argue, we're elsewhere. Would you not agree?" "My Hope certainly Superposition was carved Carefully crafted." So I *SNAP* once more Darkness fills the midnight sky But a (sky)bow too??

On Agreement Withheld

I was considering the other day that there may be a misconception regarding a "realm of agreement," in terms of the relative strength of withholding agreement. It would seem to me that an agreement made between those closely connected, that pertains to them specifically, would be a stronger force than those withholding agreement in the same scenario- where they withhold agreement specifically on an agreement made between others, where it is the others who are directly impacted, rather than those withholding agreement. The thing is, I do not see a limit to this effect of localized agreement outweighing the withheld agreement from a crowd less directly involved in said agreement, though I could see there being an apparent limit, for a time. This is to say that, while more and more could stand against a fundamental agreement and have it appear like the effects of the agreement could be prevented indefinitely, a threshold would be reached where this would suddenly be obviously un...

Charged Wires- Heralds

We have walked the way So innocence that follows Can walk in the shade Story continues After memory of dream Blooming pink roses As Hope wanders on I follow to watch her shine Town To Town we go Until tiny Hope Had tiny towns of her own Now Hope fully grown From ice frozen ground From realm once turned to ashes Roses keep blooming Followed past graveyard Followed through the Phoenix Storm Step By Step (we/they) (went/go) Tiny Town herald "Hear ye, hear ye!" (heeheehee) "Time for the next scene!" The crowd shuffles out But Love was seen in that room I was seen as well

Charged Wires- End

The gears grind to start Though in some places they whir Few words and a hug "You are on your own." An existential crisis Perhaps all must face? But with wires uncut Always a phone call away Is/Are the one(s) you love Even if in mind Pink Rose still lives in the cup And blooms from my room Red, White, and rainbow (How many -bows have we found?) Red, blue, and purple Fox feet continue As we always have- separate Though never alone Though breeze feels different A sailor's sunrise coming? Or is that sunset? We make the rules here In our wires and space between What else might be though?

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The sun is setting Just a hint of pink in blue As white gray clouds turn The work continues Like seasoning to the dish That is violet rain The storm's hue has changed But another weathers it Under same tin roof Are we not all guests In some way, in some domain When the river's crossed? So town keeps floating Beached on bank from time to time Like a river runs In it I still wait Is pining perpetual? Have any the strength? I ask crowd again "What are you so in love with?" Or more clearly "Who?" Weekend approaches A train horn is heard outside Each (~all) a thought of you

Vision of the Pyramids and Shapes Spinning but Still Remaining Connected

I just saw another image (while listening to Anti-Hero for the 4th time today, experienced in 4 different ways today, if that makes a difference), that is like an evolution of the pyramids communicating, and the two spinning coins representing the heart of God and a man. I saw a signal shining from the top of the pyramid to the shell. The shell around my "home pyramid"  had connected to another shell, each resting and aligned initially, with surfaces in contact (close to?), on each other. The shell transmitted the charge to the other shell, which then narrowed its beam into a line again and fired it directly at the pyramid in the second sphere. In the first pass this was a straight shot, so it was initially not much different than the pyramid communication that I had seen and written of before; then the spheres and pyramids started spinning, though the shells remained in contact. I saw this spinning action slowly enough though that I realized something this time: the same met...

Midnight Vigil

Ante up my friends Night is long but halfway through So let's weight tables. Wait at picket fence All along the borderlines And storage shed doors With jokers in play Where offered make ha'p'orth bet Where not keep raising Before this scene ends Tree(s) will grow and turn to stone Branches intertwined Before this scene ends {The LORD's (Word} of God) will be written/carried In/On heartbeat(s) of all* If the sun resigns Tiniest Hopes find Shade here Won't depetrify So life will go on Until Love is by my side Forever Midnight And ever Midnights Will play in bars and flood streets Till creeks/tears/sea see(s) her home * Jeremiah 31:33-34 reference. Here is all of Jeremiah 31: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jeremiah%2031&version=NIV Jeremiah 31:1-40 1 “At that time,” declares the Lord, “I will be the God of all the families of Israel, and they will be my people.” 2 This is what the Lord says: “The people who survive the sword     will find favor in th...

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The sun is shining The temperature generous For its sense of cool Lighthouse in the deep Though I am declared alone I feel crew with me Phoenix form at hand When forced alone to King's throne Best be your best fool  Voice got louder as Bard taught value of the dance That they might teach steps For Bard was aware God could not lose game by force But by will alone Still record repeats/replays So brothers take their corners Each playing their role My love, where are you? I feel like it is "elsewhere" From here for too long Though "wrong guy" echoes Perhaps why my head's a haze And "job" is postponed

Charged Wires- Connection

Like a tidal wave Like the ebbing of the tides We watch each wide eyed The ships asailored Are crowding just off the shores Of their halls eep doors Pirate round over Open Ocean sees sea dogs Scattered home and far Escorting Hopes home. "Yes. And I'd do it again." Bard's fire burns different "Y'all fight for power I have been fighting for love. Quizzify The Bard Only if you dare. Hopefully Flame in the Flood Shows need for such gaps/signs Hope, the end is near Radio signal heard clear Forge your connections Then find your own door/shore/halls/page You're welcome back anytime. Love, play me a tune."

Midnight Fence

Dear reader, turn back There be dragons past this point If you can clear fence A razor sharp edge Perhaps not so apparent  From side that you chose The gate has been closed Barred now seen as a mercy When healer goes mad But how can one not? Fortunately we have 5 Posts along pickets From each perspective Organized masterfully That each might find rest Though patrols are fast/quick/swift It is still the word of God City's founded on Written on each heart 120,000 Well versed in their steps Sackcloth worn like capes And so many animals Adding unique strengths

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The sun has risen It feels like the kind of day Blessings might pour down I have been learning Sometimes a bitter nightmare Is sweet in stomach The taste of honey Lingering after echo Of another storm This one ~half ashore Strange signals and studios Connected some dots With timelines in synch And proper crew on your sloop Storm winds (may) be blessed For pirates, assured With eyes for, and hearts of, gold On Open Ocean Even red warning When precious cargo's at stake Will not see us run So I work today But one eye is on the sea For tiniest Hopes

Charged Wires- Herald

Tiny Town herald "Hear ye, hear ye!" (heeheehee) "Time for the next scene!" The crowd shuffles out But Love was seen in that room I was seen as well As Hope wanders on I follow to watch her shine Town To Town we go Story continues After memory of dream Blooming pink roses From ice frozen ground From realm once turned to ashes Roses keep blooming Followed past graveyard Followed through the Phoenix Storm Step By Step we went Until tiny Hope Had tiny towns of her own Now Hope fully grown We have walked the way So innocence that follows Can walk in the shade

On Agreement Withheld

I was just considering that there may be a misconception regarding a "realm of agreement," in terms of the relative strength of withholding agreement. It would seem to me that an agreement made between those closely connected, that pertains to them specifically, would be a stronger force than those withholding agreement in the same scenario- where they withhold agreement specifically on an agreement made between others, where it is the others who are directly impacted, rather than those withholding agreement. The thing is, I do not see a limit to this effect of localized agreement outweighing the withheld agreement from a crowd less directly involved in said agreement, though I could see there being an apparent limit, for a time. This is to say that, while more and more could stand against a fundamental agreement and have it appear like the effects of the agreement could be prevented indefinitely, a threshold would be reached where this would suddenly be obviously untrue, an...

Last Midnight

Which do I reference Amidst pool of candidates When last midnight's called? When rooms were found clean Halls were swept and chains hollow Eyes starry and bright? When I just said please Because nothing was needed And nothing was brought? Diamonds in your eyes Discovering trance would work For our dance party? Like that July 9th When you saw story of us Found first chime's echo? Last midnight apart My mind staying centered there (then) As time swayed around? Or when the time comes When last midnight always means The same, for us both? Eternal era For while record repeats Now (Quite {Soon) Now} it ¤ will k not ¤

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The sun is setting Underlighting clouds in pink Nightfall approaches It was a long day Mind scattered and time crawling But I got work done Exhausting routine Finally catching up with me But there was beauty For I saw my love Cakewalking through a trap dream Then come right for me But there was heartbreak Standing at bus stop too long Too early again Still I walked the path Bought lavender and pink rose Cuz you never know For diligence cleaned Along least possible lines Still, they are agreed Sunset sees me clothed At midnight breath of fresh air (This run is finished)

Charged Wires- Ground

Very high voltage Finds a path to common ground "*SNAP* and lights turn on I never meant to Intrude into your domain Fox feet wander me. That being said though If you care to borrow sight Please do, for wheat's sake. For I see charcoal And artists strewn on the floor But know not your sight. So this *SNAP* is yours To use or not as you please Any time you'd like." I hopscotch away Lightning came and thunder leaves With no broken reeds I hope that you know Pink roses always bloom here If only in mind My dreams a lighthouse That withstood the tidal wave Flame still burning bright

Midnight Reborn

'Twixt heaven and earth Between daylight and midnight Walk (an easy/a moonlit) path Time an agreement This tapestry sized to fit Like garment of stars A conversation A parley yet to happen From my perspective But I imagine An explanation coming Like a tidal wave Seen from the lighthouse Felt by dreamers on the beach/ship In the aftermath Glitches got stitches "Overdue" vaulted like sky All might gaze upon So all remember The moment stars were reborn And Starry Night's joy Each their own story Of this day eternalized By midnight reborn 

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The sun has gone down Time vortex may be clearing On Eve of New Year Are these the tendrils Of which I am unaware Which move time strangely? Which will be last quake Giving way to first tremor Likes of which unseen? When will I smile Not at memory of dream Or distant whisper/shouting? Not for waves on shore Not for invisible hand But perfection, here? Talk about timing... Seems the only hurdle left But it keeps shifting I worked a half day And found a wall remaining So I ignored knock So to speak, I guess Now I wait for midnight, yes? Keep running it back...

Charged Wires- Heartbeat

Flatline to Highline Underground and Absolute Defibrillated Of mind and body Sparking soul and burning blood Hope undertaken No small endeavor But if Bard is a dancer Doctor is clever Each fighting corner Clenching fist and setting stage For our fates are shared In every era If we can accomplish this. I believe we can. Hearts unknowable But tempered/tested past each threshold Time and chime again I am not leaving As I see our eyes resolved As same shade of (green/blue) How could one ever When seeing Love's Hope in full? A fate worse than (death/hell).