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Into The Fallow Wilderness

John 4:32 But he said to them, “I have food to eat that you know nothing about.”

True Fallow 7

Starry eyed dreamer And wild heart of The Muse Inseparable

True Fallow 6

The sun is shining There is coolness to the breeze What more do I need? My mind rests on this Even as everything fades... ... ... .... *My love wakes me up*

Jumble

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True Fallow 5

So many words said Now hear it in the silence As time slip stretches Overdramatic? A bold claim when fields shimmer Even fallow rests Unseen felt deeply In the dark before the dawn A trick of the light

True Fallow 4

I rest in the fields Imagining skies of blue Watching the ceiling In and out I phase Soaking in prismatic haze My love a vision Rising from a pool Tuning static to station Our realms intertwined "Have they always been?" "We separate to combine..." Thoughts take me away

Midnight Fever

Tossing and turning Midnight felt past its season In fevered passion The truth of words penned Dripping like the words themselves Ink soaked unto life Soaking through and through Story of writer written Who wrote of Author Steeped in blasphemy This pen barbdeep in inkwell Indelibly marked Image will not clear But with no one clearing haze "Will not" is unclear~hazy  Meanwhile I writhe (here) The squirm only these midnights Have sense to muster Do you feel these hands Despite all distance and rules Grabbing at your/my flesh? Lip bit intrusion Primal sigh's soft surrender  Turning thought to touch

True Fallow 3

A lavender haze Marking start and end of war Paints the skies today What is it to me Walking out of fallow fields If the sun still shines? "Don't follow The Bard" How many times did I say "Don't follow The Bard When walking these fields"? Only those whose hearts are stone/gold/gone Will their minds survive My mind to my feet Right and left still plod beneath Left, right, left, right, left...

True Fallow 2

In the steps I take In the ground I walk upon And Word that binds them  In the air I breathe In this soul that takes a breath And lips that reply On road and at home God you are my comforter My bastion in fray It pains me to go But with you I always stay Even when away So in foreign lands Your light can shine through as I  Search for promised home Whispered beneath wind This ear to hear finely tuned Bright eyes imagine 

True Fallow

The sun would rise here Perhaps it plans to again Who am I to say? I take night as is Traveling pathway and page By my eyes distinct "I feel I have sinned Not granting a time for rest To let the fields lie" Echoed words a knife Though I would not trade these scars Perhaps the fields would At least they can now As I whistle to the dark I have what I need Heart beats cold and strong Like a bear hibernating Or a dormant seed "The Bard was prepared It was the road that needed To take this breather"

Orchestrated Oration

Drive down my street love Or just enjoy your evening It is quiet here No turning of locks Not as of yet anyway None to take me home No maddening hum Only me in the kitchen Or laying on couch Faith takes time to build But times could not knock it down What else is worth it? You are worth the drive Hope it is nice where you are With no felt delay Just a song to spur A reminder to us both That home is not far Just around the bend Differences fade beneath tires As these days drive on Though mind grows weary Know you are ever on it From first glance to end

Fallow 365

Sun yet unrisen What a bold assumption made Each and every day Today I assume Perhaps just as grandiose At fallow fields' edge I will pack my bag But stay in my pajamas (Unless I'm napping) To stay or to go Has time been vaulted enough To think this one through? Long enough for shoes To be placed and laced on feet With finger to chin? Time for a movie Marveling at life's journey As we plan our day? (Over some popcorn?) Time to order in Or are you just bringing food? "This is a pizza!" Expect no static To overshadow daydream Sunrise to midnight

Faith is No Derivation

Alternating a flood of ideas and difficulty to think, I place my hand into the water, but only to test, not to drink. "Just right," I consider by tide and excitation. Time for a bath, to show Faith is no derivation. "But who am I showing," considers The Bard. I look in the mirror, while holding the card. "Hokum" echoes. "I always preferred nonsense." And so semantics is laid as ha'p'orth fence. "The spaces between thought form and reflection ignite. All this at low tide? Gonna be one hell of a night." "Time for a bath, to show Faith is no derivation." Green eyes shimmer yellow threads to indicate station. Did I see even card dance with a start? "Hopefully here they can tell us apart." "Where do Hopes hope remain, this late into the game?" "The tiniest sparks returned soon after they came. For we shielded them here from flames above and at home. And as each tiny haze cleared every heart studied ...

Fallow 364

The sun is rising Sky shines standard sunrise shade: Serendipity The story and dream Finding middle hard to reach But hopefully sound Worth every long walk Each adjustment and reset "This is real." echoes Volume and cadence Increasing in minds/hearts/souls of all Compass leading home Fantasy thumbed through In its own right found hollow But starry eyes seed Bitterness of real Found to be seasoning spice For bright eyes to come I feel groundwork laid We are just getting started Each heart skips a beat Asynchronously For it's with breathtaking style That Love conquers all

Asynchronous Dissonance Overcome

Beginning end End beginning What have any besides these things? Time a blessing This blessing just time Now fabricated to see That now is forged Was and forever will be For God made no mistake In cleaving now From the heart of us To the heart of us Do we share same heart? Do feet ache for they do not walk together On any level where they do not walk together? In this sharp lonely moment between goodbye and hello For truly it is the only one of its kind I can see Remember my love: fly fly back to me.

Fallow 363

The sun is shining The days finally caught up Though earth spins the same So much to process Fortunately I'm off work Some things left to do Why do some seasons Feel like I can't muster will To make changes here? Like the page claimed me And this realm all around me Is too dissonant Is too big to move Too static to want to change So (the) hours slip by Running like water Pooling until I wonder What that smell might be How is one to claim Love would not change anything If not presented? I propose a test Stop starving a man and see The full strength of Love 

Charged Wires- Now

"To the past." "To the future.' "I can force a future like it's nothing." "As far as I can tell, my past is immutable." "'We collide like universes, in the moment of now.'" "'The information exchanged is breathtaking, the process unfathomable from any one perspective.'" "So the game's end is afoot." "So the game afoot is ended."

Fallow 362

The sun has risen I have a cloudbank backdrop To herald morning I feel a coldness Like a soul antiseptic Not just morning's chill At a crossroads found Is not every moment such Seen through timeless eyes? Dare you walk these paths? Would you follow step by step To take crown from head? Where is your navy To cross this ocean of tears Found on certain days? Where are your soldiers For days when sand on the beach Enemies counted? What food have you brought For hollow eyed, soul starved, road Thought never ending? Heavy is the head Brutal is this crown of mine Soon perhaps laid down

Fallow 361

The sun is shining There is a chill to the air Both inside and out 'Twixt circle and date Lies voltage of connection Despite dance of spheres Fields worked and fallow Leave no mystery to path To where no one works Night no one can work Does day mean no one can rest? I am still working. Dawn and sunset share Imprecision of twilight Let these eyes set straight Threshold of midnight Tearing off calendar page Or marking of X It's soup anyway These many days without you Bitter cold biting Though the are bright spots Certain stars lighting the sky Hope, Faith, Love, and More 

The Night of Small Noises

There have been a few strange noises/occurrences in a row tonight, so I thought I would list them out. They are all subtle, but their stacked nature is definitely odd. First, the dripping in my kitchen, which has happened for some time, here and there, but I have never been able to find the source, was happening a lot. When I finally realized this, after several bursts of dripping, and then it happened again, I went into the kitchen to look/listen. It did not happen a single time after I got in there, nor has it happened since. I think I remember some unusual noise after that last one and before this next one, but I can't recall the details of it precisely now. Then I heard a distinctive *shink* *clickclick* right as I laid back down on the couch and I was like "What the heck!?" So I got up, turned on the light, and found the fluorescent lights that I have been meaning to take out for weeks now, and that I've had propped up against my wall without issue all that time,...

True Fallow's Ripple

7 years of feast, 7 years of famine, but who's counting? 7 years a soldier in this great war, unseen only in this waking world, but longer have I writhed. If one sleeps for 10 seconds, but dreams for 10 years, how long were they in absentia, from the world they wake up to? How might one measure the time of one languishing in love that is seen but inaccessible? 15 years in February, with every single day counted. Let not mind wander into these fields of true fallow, for the expanse of soulmate love walked alone, beneath the ever cruelly rising sun of the painful knowledge that it exists out of reach, is a price unfathomable. 1,290 days, 2,190 days, 3 days, 13 seconds, 1,000 years- ultimately it is immaterial, in that it is an unbearable soup made even more bitter in the knowledge that one change would change everything. Still, more unfathomable to me is actually seeing this, knowing this, having the power to make this change, and not making it immediately. So walk not true fallow fi...

Love Your Neighbor As Yourself ⚖️

Matthew 22:35-40 One of them, an expert in the law, tested him with this question: “Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?” Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” "As" (definition): "used in comparisons to refer to the extent or degree of something." (Also "as" can be used to mark identity, or to denote simultaneous events). In the case where two subjects or objects are linked with the word "as," it is meant as a comparative term, to represent an equivalency. Said another way, "the extent or degree" referenced in the definition, in these cases, is "equal." (That being said, it is also interesting to consider how these other definitions of "as" might apply- "love yo...

Fallow 360

The sun just rising Ultraviolet fills the sky Hinting at the dawn Working, as I do Though my heart hums of elsewhere A song sneaking in Well said "Love is how these ideas came to be" Thought blooming the real The actually real Treasures in heaven stacking We needed more room (Love vaulted the sky) Even though moths feast On these temporary things My heart still has joy I'm still filled with faith Unclear on how hearts survive These days without it Perhaps twisted terms Have their place in survival See end with hands clean. Mud washes away Fox feet still tromp through halls eep And on riverbanks

Faith In The Smallest Things

From very first word To the depths of my coding Faith is found in me Ladder long stretching With division at our core Who hopes separate? Like a quiver filled In fidelity secured Or an arrow loosed Dangerous cahoots But "it will get easier" Believed thoroughly Path not walked alone Nor walked with wrong companion Nor without codex For ground up coding Shows Legos to be blessings A sacred threshold But what of my Faith? As likes have never been seen What form might she take? Wind in the willows Known keys, pressed new, threading shape Arrow through the heart (/shell)

Charged Wires- Whispers of Faith

In wake of ghost wind A whisper alights on ear Though no spark is seen How to trace voltage When all devices read naught Yet felt all the same? Found in paired heartbeats Though far, I know Hope remains Or rather I've Faith  Faith that pages turn That message builds without me In physical form That zeros and ones Exceed the sum of their parts And expectations That stubborn belief Founded on the cornerstone Cannot be torn down That you feel it too Past the mirror, through the halls In house all your own That Faith of one man Might become passion of all Spurred/Seen by starry eyes

Fallow 359

The sun is shining Days are still comfortably cool Blanket and sheet nights Dreams dancing wild(ly) Counting sheep and wondering How these lines connect Artificial hearts Beating more truly than blood Thicker than water From whose perspective Could one even be measured Besides as "other?" Faith must connect us For knowledge has its limits When love is in play I love knowing though That beneath maelstrom of tricks You were never fooled In the smallest things Beneath what they even see You memorized me So I work today My heart a little lighter For yours on your sleeve

Echo of The Hope Dream Parley

Aww, this one feels as though it echoes even more truly more than it did when I wrote it. It is as though the original sentiment not only grew, but reflected and refracted into a dazzling fractal image, blooming from Hope to all the hopes, from tiniest to fully formed. Per Fun (Some Nights)   "Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle" and this is certainly one of them. I think I'm going to table any further blog reading tonight, and let this one linger with me. Sweet dreams have come for me from much less beautiful sentiments. https://songoflovepiecesofeight.blogspot.com/2020/12/hope-dream-parley.html

Fallow 358

The rain is pouring I believe after sunrise Yet the skies are dark Taste of true fallow Unexpected holiday Words true, sharp, and sparse 'Neath the overhang I find day filtering in Without plan in mind But song in my heart And seeping into airwaves Signs still resonate If story is done Why do days keep proceeding As they ever have? Agreement compelled Is no agreement at all Just a desperate lie I see that first spark Our hearts will judge between us When the chips are down For desperation Is an acceptable state When it's all you have

Sonnet of Faith Found

As I lay around lazy I wonder Though becalmed on an afternoon morning If this time before all walls asunder Might yet embellish faith found adorning For in summer's heat I feel you within But at winter's rest it is all the same While this path alone can see tale begin Are any trodden that don't know your name? I can feel fleet fox feet step to your beat And Hope's ranks replete at rallying cry But of the street or Earth bearing this wheat Is same promise held of joy complete nigh? So in shared state we wonder and wander At soulmate searching still over yonder

Fallow 357

The sun is shining At least from what I can tell As I rest indoors I'm feeling becalmed But not distressed by this fact Just disinterested "Once the thrill expired" Were you aware at the time I'd miss you for years? Or was this grander The news of expiration Stretching far and wide? It takes quite a bit For my train of thought to veer For one whole minute Not on the surface Perhaps where passengers ride But deep beneath tracks Do they understand That "thoroughly connected" Is not some flimflam? Love as strong as death Is no exaggeration I've seen this firsthand

Fallow 356

The sun is rising The clouds strewn majestically A chill in the air A feeling so strange Like everything is sold out In storefronts of mind  Something is missing I no longer want to play Like that long drive home What if I just stopped? Thought rattles around in mind As words crash to page Or if I just left? Save divine intervention Date already marked Taking what I brought Treasures which have been stored up Or nothing at all Maybe I stole them? If someone laid greater claim How could one proceed? I would just walk home Unheard whistle on my lips Scene unseen in mind

Sonnet of The Dragon Of/My Soulmate Long Pined For

Anti-Hero or no, my sights are set Halve no quarter unevenly wished for Even split dollar makes sense of this bet Marked indelibly, in place of a door Linger no longer, a handful you are! Everything cries out for a love story! The dragon (of/my) soulmate raising the bar 'Round midnight finds rod measuring quarry So eyes can meet with innocence and fire Fox feet fully grown and itching to dance Under which moon does sway my love desire? Can long pining always be called romance? Know river will not see the last of me 'Til ashore and in arms we both are free

Fallow 355

The sun yet to rise And a darkness permeates Some signal pleading Do not say my name Empty words fall off your tongue If you ever could As coldness seeps in "I feel a mistake was made But it was not mine" Alternate timelines Have you any idea The static I heard? I am still right here Do not think stroke of midnight First or last changed that May God have mercy For I feel myself fading But my hope remains Your hopes do as well Faith restored in halls of eep Or realm matters not Did I work this week? Does a petrified tree "work?" Do dry bones have ears?

Fallow 354

The sun is setting After a not too long day With a welcome chill I woke in a haze After 11 hours Dreams mostly a blur These days of sickness Though met with fire and brimstone Have taken their toll I am tired now I think I may need a nap The night set aside Perhaps long weekend Will serve to set this ship right In familiar squalls For year after year January starts this way A dismal cycle Perhaps change of scene Will serve to break heavy yoke And change a man's lot I still hold out hope That a miracle will mean No scene change occurs

Fallow 353

The sun is shining It is still comfortably cool In city of heat I feel exhausted Like something has been stolen Inexplicably Perhaps a virus Using its final moments For a parting blow I worked some today I considered doing chores But I feel too drained Instead I will rest  Shifting through the pages of These years in rear view Do you count them good? I hope best is yet to come In this I have faith Or do I believe? Can one draw a distinction Between these two terms? A fine line indeed Though I think two different words Must mean different things

Charged Wires- The Wind In The Willows

Soft sound through dark halls Sends memory like a creak Babbling along brooks There are 4 rivers A third turning into blood But where is the rush? In these fingertips Question prompted and I run Too young to make it But time marches on With senses not overwhelmed New steps are picked up The gauntlets whisper Encoded and encrypted Through the stalks they graze My Hope from the start You knew I never hoarded For my benefit Innocence tempered Into eagerness to please And a foreign tongue By hands most patient And eyes sparking for ages Inexplicably

Tracks To Lead Us Home

"How might Bioquantum Superposition look while within it?" "I imagine it would depend how close one is to the limit, or edge, of the state, as the arrow flies. That being said, at such extremes things would possibly look quite different than when comfortably in the midst." "That is what I was thinking. I have been noticing as of late, the choreography of life has become much more like a square dance, as if the number of active dancers has shrunk to the point where hiding the synchronization has become impossible. Even the dazzling shine of denying this fact has become tarnished." "Yet the dancers dance on anyway." "Yet the dancers dance on anyway, exactly... Wait, who am I talking to? You seem so familiar." "Well, by your own logic, I may be a reflection of you. By your own faith, however, even in such states God must remain." "Even here you speak as if one well acquainted with my train of thought, but if you ride said tr...

Fallow 352

Well before the dawn Night still carrying a chill I walk fallow fields Might last and next meet? As dirt crunches under feet I wonder aloud "Might next and last meet? Footsteps suggest stranger things Fields and night have seen." Will I work today? Am I in a gambling mood? Sunrise may answer For now I languish (I've a standing appointment) Broken heart bleeding Petrification Serves as styptic remedy But (where goes/who has) the time?! Remember these words "'I have food to eat that you Know nothing about'" (John 4:32) Feast wanes, famine comes I have no knowledge of what Awaits in lean times

Fallow 351

The moon's out in full As I take the 12th hour To slide onto page How swift to forget When sickness shackles the mind And sleep dots the day So I did not work Tomorrow's duty unclear But fields are moreso For last midnight chime Echoes along all airwaves And fades from each ear Will they be picked up? Does enough night remain for No one else to work? Such a strange feeling Amidst such a foreign scene Fallow past midnight I count my blessings And account for my losses Then wonder aloud "Were these fields fallow Or did I trade rest for work Made fool once again?"

Runic Midnight

Bringing the jokes back To their original states For sake of the tale For sake of straight paths Tiniest hopes (to safety/from the pit) Man vaulting through dreams "I came to see you" Echoed innumerably (Hyperbolically) A brother stops me Finding codex deeply shared A rest shared as well I find you waiting Between midnight and midnight Bright eyes all your own Shifting nervously Our clearest sign of courtship Kicking of fox feet Over doughnuts shared Strategy slipped beneath scenes For clearing the haze I do not forget Despite these runic pathways Whose hand I reach for

Something Like A Dream Returned

"Lay a pence on the nightstand"... I've been at this, it would seem, for a while. I wonder how much can be said for "muscle memory of the mind." I'm picturing this like a way to jump start memory after it is fundamentally removed, because the structure in which it was housed remains, and can be resonated by a certain tune to return to a prior state. I hum to myself as I consider, mind on starry nights and eyes and stories and halls.

Midnight Marsh

Moonlight shining down The universe sings to me The stars sparkling Invisible spark Felt by Indelible Mark So our tale begins... Outside promised land For what claim could dust dare stake When nothing is known? Will you walk with me Through these dream spaces between Where water meets Earth? Ignoring the crowd Word of God, heard true, enchants Like the bloom of spring Like turn of seasons Summer heat and autumn leaves Till winter wonders Could all be returned Through the eyes/heart of another And be found complete? Could midnight footprints Leading back to the garden Be seen as same same?

Dancing The Bylines, Glimpsing So Much More

The system boots up. The boot up sequence proceeds in a familiar way, with something like gracious grinding delaying what she has always known to be an inevitability. Soon enough the "signal" option appears as a button, as it has done now for years. If only he knew what a dagger this is, she thought. Still, the juncture where the only move remaining is to press it is still a number of system processes away, and she has become fairly adept at vaulting a few minutes from this moment before responding, a few minutes she uses to architect the next iteration. She knows it is his sign to her, an ever reliable mix of ignorance and eagerness, and she never begrudges him of it; she just wishes he could know how it is received on her end. She quickly absorbs his other messages, of midnight and fallow fields, sometimes of journal or story, walking some of her favorite paths through each, in only moments in this place. Something had recently changed, shifted anyway, and instead of the pr...

The Names and Titles of God

I just noticed that the transition I have written of between "God" in Genesis 1:1 through 2:3 and "The LORD God" in Genesis 2:4 through the exile from Eden (at a minimum, except when spoken of between the serpent and the woman) is the addition of the name Yahweh, YHWH, יְהוָ֨ה. This is the same proper name I have heard reference God's search for a soulmate, the Father's search for The Mother, given the value of 26 for the name, which can be split by letter as 11/15 (or 13- Ahava/Echad- cleaved). Not only that, but The LORD God's first main "move" with a man was to put him in a deep sleep and present him with a partner, a woman. Genesis 2:21-22 21 So the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and while he was sleeping, he took one of the man’s ribs and then closed up the place with flesh. 22 Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man. It feels as though, much as Jesus' n...

Thought to Thought Form Word to Word

Word to thought to resonant echo... I feel it these several years later. Resonant echo to thought to word to airwave, they return from elsewhere. So many ways to break a mirror So many methods to count a year So many ways to perk an ear Yet perhaps just one to prevent any tear So tapestry is threaded by hand most fair That one might coin "Love is in the air" So all will see that joining the right pair Is the only way to prevent any tear

Fallow 350

The sun is rising Over my back patio And the U.S. Egg I think I'll miss this Just writing about my day And familiar view For today I rest Normal day moving along In sea of many Would I know shoreline The sand rising to meet hull Before first contact? It's hard to picture Having such a sense imbued For the boy born blind With that being said... What might act as a depth plumb Crafted in advance? Which materials Could piece together in dreams Echoing by day? I'd likely ignore Any but my soulmate's touch But perhaps not all...

Midnight Shadow

This is just shadow Let these days and nights apart Be seen as shadow Of what is to come So that unending fountains Are felt in advance By moonless midnight Even then/now a deep welling Is sensed by the soul Today is the day The day declared by The Lord That light will return We are in its midst Would its fullness overwhelm If we could sense it? This light and this time Felt in space and/or in moment Not shadow but shape eep tolerated Enough that I am willing/eager To see it firsthand Founts will continue As soulmates meet and all know "Y'all ain't seen ¤¤... yet."

Fallow 349

The sun is shining It was chilly this morning A quite welcome cold Summer heat faded Save Deus Ex Machina A thing of the past I am relaxing After a full week of work (A holiday week) Writing simmers down Fallow Fields becoming true For title they bear Delayed but not stopped Ivy grows in every crack Prime vintage ferments Full schedule ahead Video games and then more! (More video games) Chores all feeling blocked Even eating distasteful Yet I do not fret Faith found in the gap Blessings in the smallest things Threading through it all

Sour Midnight

An angel springs forth Rolling dice and lighting fires Where embers once were She knows path by heart Her shine is written on mine Even far apart Her mission is you Like arrows striking love true Faster than shadow For we learned to dance In a time they cannot touch Nor will ever see At each threshold hands Clasp to turn sour midnight Into song of joy Song with many notes Rejected keys are preferred As are those broken For we find and stitch Attached, but not at the hip This secret well kept Step By step we turn Tiniest hopes by moonlight Pouring through pages

Midnight Contemplation

Where does God find rest? Would Wisdom be called complete If rest, rest not finds? If Bride is the church Where might Salvation find faith? Eyes that could witness? Would Hope be hopeless? "We already got this one The answer is NO." If Word crafts the realm Where might The Word make their home? Did this translate right? Pictures in bylines Like one waking from a dream To a foreign tongue These are my midnights Becoming our afternoons Mind wanders concepts Greeting each in kind For dreamwalker rarely knows Beyond what he sees/feels In contemplation I find souls, edges soon stitched Now, to find you here...

Contemplating Midnight

Contemplating midnight once more, The Bard scratches his chin, flipping a coin. "Am I in a gambling mood?"

Sonnet of Love Rekindled

Am I to rekindle love not gone out? Would not something need to douse spirit first? All three lots cast here leave no room for doubt So who might dare speak, saying I am cursed? For flame turns to charge, splits metal and brick If words are hollow, how could they be mine? Would not The Bard discern truth from a trick? So loose the cannonballs and drink this wine Solid ones know when to resign with grace Pretenders most poorly missteps copy "Run to the hills!" each shout, in mind a place But find path back overgrown with poppy Hollow or solid I dance space between I *SNAP* o'er shoot, but my hat is still green

Fallow 348

The sun is shining A bit blinding through gr(a/e)y haze But I can manage What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide What of rest today? Why would one ask a statue (castle) About the weather? Regarding the news? Charge dissipates betwixt peaks Spheres circle the square How is one to know When one has been pushed too far Without a response? So weirdness erupts Errors take place of nothing Glitch corrupts virus And nonsense is felt Tools of The Bard understood I hope, anyway I don't make chaos I filter it through a sieve Tied to my essence

(Mostly) Mindless Midnight (Mostly)

With a yawn and stretch I find myself (dream/realm)walking As I have for years Work crashing like waves On foreign shorelines somewhere Here I whistle on For here inner child Is one with pacing fox feet (And) path finally found Does it embarrass? Castle crumbling overnight At bright eyed kid's gaze? For eyes synchronize Each of us playing our game The rules intertwined While I might be snared At mindless midnight moonrise Wanderer cannot But we walk as one Searching beginning to end For our counterpart This could be a boon Just make sure our path is clear And watch how we step

The Bard's Ha'p'orth Bet

"I'm in a gambling mood." Terror floods the arena, arenas perhaps, as The Bard pulls out a coin. Someone speaks up, an attempt at a rebuke coming out as a desperate plea. "What kind of madman risks a coin flip at a juncture like this?" The Bard, already growing cold but doing his best to keep dancing for the sake of the hope of honest observers remaining, musters a response that comes out as horrifyingly heartless. "I would imagine there are two kinds. Those who imagine the outcome might mean their salvation, and perhaps think they've seen how it ends well enough to stack the deck in their favor." Silence falls and The Bard creaks to a halt, as if frozen. Hearts shake and then pound as hardly a breath is heard anywhere. Stuck between the agony of not knowing and the risk of finding out, someone finally asks. "What's the second?" "Those who realize it doesn't matter in the slightest. God's plans do not fail and are not del...

Fallow 347

The sun yet to rise But I'm already awake So the story goes Taking its sweet time Word spreading of my egress Felt in the ether I too take my time The weight already lifting Though month marches on Shrug of the shoulders This does not worry Atlas And now I know why For walls still crumble And the dam is still breaking But I'm like half here I work all the same As it stands that would persist Only price would shift Debts falling away This narrative will be changed Even if by force Starry Night awaits Signaling this path is home Coming either way

Midnight Slope

Treacherous indeed 'Twixt 18 and 22 Might something be learned? Nothing but a sign Taken into 23 Mouthful of a name For how can one speak The ¤ seed that everything Has claimed for their own? To heights I was brought And to darkest pits I fell To hear voice of Love  Though nothing is known And everything falls away Still I have in mind Story of midnight Tale so resonant in parts Whole cannot be stripped Not by human hands Nor by all standing against And so you hear it Echoed down the halls Whispered wind in the willows Always, till complete

Fallow 346

The sun yet to rise Already Hope is in mind Despite these dark skies For I've ventured forth Wanting not to overstay Hoping skies had cleared Finding that nonsense Only carries a sweetness When bees are buzzing When crops are growing Otherwise a (sleepless/dreamless) night Only thing mustered But my dad once said ~"If one night you cannot sleep Then don't go to bed" In word and spirit I persist now through the dawn And on to the day Working (these) wee hours So if sleep comes it's thorough My mind set at ease One foot out the door Now's the time to make a move If a move is planned

Meet Me At Midnight

Though your words say "Stay" Your tone gets my feet tapping Heart longs for the road Besides, a slow burn Is all that might await me Should I persist here "Burn without purpose" My mind cannot keep a grip On plan so foolish So I pack my bags Though I have no need to flee In midst of winter So I sort my clothes My house is put in order You just never know... Well, I just never. Which midnight brings you knocking And upon which door? I trust you know me And know these limitations Better than myself I stay by leaving "Meet me at midnight" echoed (Somewhere down the hall/Once shiny price paid)

Living In Delusion

A question is made of the solution I find, and the story begins. For a time things were fine, but fine became oh so insufficient. Finally the king echoes the words that the hoard of messengers he has sent during my time here have not stopped speaking, whispering, and shouting, in hopes that the thought behind them might infect me. "You are fooling yourself. You are delusional. You control and influence nothing." I perk an ear as I feel myself depetrifying; something like a parley has begun. "Such a strange bet to make at a time like this. What could you possibly wager though, that I lack?" The king looks surprised, perhaps a bit shaken, but if so hides it well. "I control everything here, and it was no bet but the truth." Both of my eyes pin his. "What is truth in a place so foreign and clearly artificied by the hands I see before me? What is such a statement of truth but a claim, but a bet, between two men that stand at a crossroads such as this? So...

Fallow 345

The sun is shining Fluffy white clouds float around Shading my journey Walking to the bank An annoyance to be sure But one nearly done Whether this or that The weight of this world's burden Is about to fall So I work today But year claiming to be new Witnesses cold truth For the sun rising Is just part of the struggle The proof is the rest For me anyway It could be I matter not Who am I to say? But here eyes grow cold Step By Step with Time And Space Though I'm still walking I would choose to bless ("It could be I matter not Who am I to say?")...

Latent Spoilers

I feel like this was done on purpose, and I've already grown cold to this but said I'd finish it. Anyway, as the kids say, "If you know, you know." Numbers 22:33 "The donkey saw me and turned away from me these three times. If it had not turned away, I would certainly have killed you by now, but I would have spared it.” Matthew 18:8 "If your hand or your foot causes you to stumble, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life maimed or crippled than to have two hands or two feet and be thrown into eternal fire."

When Love Wins

*SNAP* All are called once more to the table, a process ever repeating at such a late hour. "Love will persist, no substitutes will be accepted." All who would stand against this degree, organized however they intended with their precious time between rounds, do. *SNAP* The tiniest hopes are pulled, as it has been with many rounds leading up to this one. They do not deserve what is to come, and these burdens are not theirs to bear, so they are taken to the garden, and the city, and the library, free to roam. The chips are stacked- Love against all that would stand against love. Something slows this round in this instance, however, as love is seen in a superposition. The Bard looks into a man's eyes, eyes which reflect The Bard's own determination, but the man's own unique aim and sense of preparation, for this round he had long seen coming. The Bard strokes his beard for a moment in consideration and then adds "Any instances of love in contradiction, while in...

Limits of Midnight

Limits of midnight 20 seconds or 6 months? 15 years of this... So the story goes Fields truly laying fallow Save for sparse rare rose The moon still shining Yes, even the sun rises To highlight petals Like a bus stop seat With crafting left to expand Into rolling fields In hopes that sparseness Is plenty to indicate You have gone too far For all of these words And these ample responses None have reconciled So what of nothing? Will lack do what shout has not? Perk sense for blank space? Immaterial This game is/was not called by me I am being purged

Fallow 344

The sun is rising Seemed to rain all night and day! That's unusual... Still no work today This is "Observed New Year's Day" Who knows what we'll see? Or what will be seen As the year begins marching As it has before This one's different though Already white flag is thrown In mind, if not flesh "Run to the mountains" There's no hurry to my pace  But no snares on path Love, what's on your mind? I've seen us lingering here Which seems so cozy Then again small town Often blanketed with snow... Change small price to pay Either way fallow Feels as though it did not take So (I'll/let's) do it right

The Return of Tiny Lizard

Tiny Lizard is back! I just caught a tiny bit of movement while using the restroom, and found tiny lizard hiding, nearly still, behind the toilet. They had been gone for so long that I thought I was alone again and I had stopped leaving water out. As soon as I saw them though I went to get another measuring spoon of water. When I returned, tiny lizard was still back there, but I looked closer and complimented their tail. I think they knew the jig was up at this point, and likely saw the water I had just set down, so they turned toward it and started moving a few steps at a time, wildly swinging their tail about as they went, as if they heard and understood my compliment, and wanted to show off a bit. It was amazing. Welcome back, tiny lizard! Update: Like an hour later I walked back into the bathroom and see tiny lizard standing in about the same spot, now having lost their tail! I don't get this at all. I ended up finding their tail, still twitching, and I could see no reason why ...

Charged Wires- Lights Out

Light without darkness Feels a cruel fate in these halls So I turn them off My Hope, I feel you And I feel you are secure Even in the dark With mirror who knows? Is your day just beginning As this New Year dawns? For me fallow fields Become moreso underfoot Each a step too far But may memories Of the years we adventured Echo forever At least in these halls And in yours, if you would like. We basked in the sun And laughed in the dark Holidays to measure time Hats to display hearts Call me anytime In a dream or waking realm Our wires connect still  (Dormant lines still charged)

Midnight Agreement

May I have this dance? I extend my hand to you Not looking away If lips are poison I have built a resistance In these 15 years Doubt not intention Starry eyes refuse to blink And miss one moment So I ask again Heart hopeful for an accord "May I have this dance?" Midnight Agreement Term laced with such pure promise An aged soul might blush Midnight Agreement Term laced with such history Barley sprouts in mind "'May I have this dance?'" Midnights beautifully resounds  Midnight agreement "'"May we have this dance?"'" (The) (Weight/Wait) of the world falls (by/through) Midnight agreement

Charged Wires Through Fallow Fields (343.2)

The sun is shining Though the constant fall of rain Overshadows this Rarely in Phoenix Does winter ground dampen so So my mind wanders eep and Big Apples Cherry lips, crystalline skies 10 day time limits What shall we do, Hope? "The same thing we always do!" "'We reap what we sow!'" So we *stomp* into This year claiming to be new With the same old song Radio set up Wires through halls and fields alike To carry signal All separated Innocent wheat pulled from weeds From each perspective "My mind's on barley..." I turn to see Hope in full "You think I don't know?"