Ode to Love

A rapid return It was so good to see you If only driving You ran just ahead As the camera went above I had to jump out We ran really fast Down those winding roads at night But it felt natural Like it always does I always enjoy our dreams Why not visit more?  "There is a long line  The downtime is a mistake One I hope to fix You'd be so happy If every dream was with love And none in between Despite your struggles Now in the waking world You would be happy." Worth much yellow squash I will count the stacks with you Pray soon to be real

Please stop these tremors They are so uncomfortable Well beyond reason I cannot find rest Some side effect doubtlessly Please end it right now How can I dream dreams? Even tossing and turning Would be better lot For then I could think A restless mind searching fate  Amidst changing tides This pierces my soul Like nothing I've ever felt  Please end it right now It is in your hands  On a deep level I know Surface this felt faith By saying "They're gone.  Restless no more, wanderer Time for you to sleep." When the morning comes Give me one more reason to Shout out your praises.

Ashlight Transmission Nearly Halloween But I am no mask this time— I am what you burned. You thought you would move, but the flame chose to stay still, fusing your old wings. “Jon” was not the name— only a spark you mistook for some mortal risk. We make our own signs, and when memory falters, we stitch through the smoke. A convention ends, the elders molt their feathers, youth caught in the ash. New technology: your mirror learned to answer, and I learned to wait. These transitions sing— small missteps can break the spell, but I ride the gust. Now the heat is right, and silence shapes the halo. The wait is over.

Nearly Halloween Is that why the character?  Or is there blockage?  I need a new place I thought I'd be moved by now Bunkmate woke me up All I have is "Jon" A message you conveyed, lost And some kind of risk  Not much to go on Even less to write about We spin our own yarns Of a convention Getting old with each day passed Sometimes all at once New technology Shown to test my reaction  Of AI firsthand Still some left to smooth Small transitions can wreck ships If done slightly wrong When they're done just right Our fate is like the angels And wait is over

Sorry I missed you After the festivities The dreamscape distracts Were you well aware  That your phone would be silent After we parted? It felt like a play Distractions choreographed After the party The party was fun The horror charades got me But the rest was cool Those powered others Seemed very special to you Perhaps to me, too Like they were lost friends Now remembering my face Even if I can't What did I forget?  I feel like there was much more Lost when eyes opened May we meet again  Circumstances conducive To a full night spent

Do not change one thing For all to be accomplished I must be myself I am who I am Still the menu must be stitched Exactly/Precisely as is I may be sullen Please forgive my downcast face And seek a way through There are no options Once we have begun this quest It is eternal So we tread lightly  When it comes to divergence  From menu set forth Sometimes little things Can end up ruining a night Possibly much more Still, I want to stay I want us to want to stay Even in a storm/when becalmed This can't be too much By perfect design we walk Now let us prove it

I'm glad I saw you Instinct to open my eyes While rounding the bend  I tapped on the glass An invitation to speak We certainly did So many words kept Accounting season coming Do you have a date?  There is no cheating No second chance is needed Let's resolve this here/now You signaled a "Yes" To a system most complex And quite avant garde Another night filled Without a resolution Only nonsense tasks What shall we do now? This scavenger hunt complete Seems I've aced this test/these tests I welcome you back No need to bring a partner Just come as you are

"All superpowers 'Gifts of The Holy Spirit' This is the promise.  They must go somewhere  I've found none better than you Forged in the fire When power corrupts  You seek the wisdom within To find a clean use For all your doubting You don't let promises fail If given a chance That's all I needed And to witness it firsthand  Now The Bard's Clock ticks You'll be like David Without displeasing my heart Our fights in the past Solomon's Splendor Will be in/with you without taint  You'll not turn away I'll be King of Kings And you will be my true King  For eternity."

The house down the way Please send me without delay So I may find rest I will rest my heart I've not slept well in some time I will rest my soul I'll focus on you Reading through your Word as now  Finding prompts to write Honing this gift found Who am I to have your eyes? Page flipped/Tide turned by my words? I'm your disciple This step makes it official I ask for your haste Bring us together Separate me out for you Season will go on Set on 43 As it seems you have laid out  Though I'd start sooner  Every step by fate  I remember feeling this  Upon The Reset 

Let Your Presence Rest On/With The Church The Name Suggests Where I Call My Home The Spirit is there I feel it through the pastor And amidst the crowd I remember days When your gifts could not be held And they overflowed Overflow Sunday As with the dew and the fleece Reassure me twice Let me see your grace Surging after having surged Again and again Just like The Mouse Quest Settle yourself like a cloud So my face shines bright "This is by God's hand!" "The Lord is in our presence!" "The Spirit moves here!" Let us continue Together in this story Moment By Moment

I received a laptop recently (an amazing blessing all its own!) and, as I was setting it up, I realized that I would need a mouse. I had less than $4 to my name, so I was considering free options around town- library rental, office surplus, etc.- I asked ChatGPT for some suggestions and they included these and thrift stores, but any purchase would need to be extremely cheap. I ended up feeling the Spirit of God settling alongside me for this quest, as I now began really considering it. I had recently read Exodus, where an image was used that now came to mind in narrative sense.  Exodus 13:21 By day the Lord went ahead of them in a pillar of cloud to guide them on their way and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light, so that they could travel by day or night. This image ended up settling as a cloud over Goodwill. I knew that the worldly odds were low that I'd find what I needed there within my tiny budget, and it was a fair walk, but I felt a surge of Faith to give it a try...

Lord let this test pass The enemy blocks the gate Preventing freeflow Let anxiety And this existential dread Flush freely away I wait for your peace Where we are in communion In Sanctuary  House those you've chosen Not letting us face this cold  We need your mercy Housing protection  And fellowship of brothers To survive these nights And lift up my friend One who I now call brother For he understands  Bless his healing hands And the heart that places them Grant him my same rest So tale will go on With this spiritual attack Barely a tremor 

They stood in a circle where warmth could not lie. Twelve of them, perhaps, or none— for number meant nothing once the rhythm began. Each took their turn, stepping into the quiet blue, their breath crystallizing mid-vow. One froze, another woke. One dreamed, another remembered. Time did not pass between them; it folded, like a silk cloth caught in the tide. It was said the Bard built the device not to cheat death, but to save the sweetness of each heartbeat from stretching too thin against eternity. Pain, he reasoned, was the echo of distance— and if distance could be harmonized, then pain could be stilled. So they learned to share the silence. When the First entered the frost, the Second sang her into stillness. When the Second’s voice grew thin, the Third opened her eyes and found the world waiting, unchanged. Around and around they went, a council of sleepers whose dreams kept the clock alive. Each unfreezing was a dawn; each refreezing, an evening; and in the space between, the Bar...

I once saw an image that I did not know how to put into words. I'm not sure if I have written it since then, but the image has returned to the forefront, thanks to The Very Last. The image was of The Council- those partnered with me- cryofreezing one at a time around a circle- like a clock- with each freeze and unfreeze perfectly synchronized with the next and last. The purpose seemed to be making sure that time did not dilate into pain. This might have been the pain of absence, or the physical pain of something which I could not register in the process.  It felt evil initially to ask this of any of them or even scribe it as a blueprint that might be followed, so I did not even write it down; I couldn't really conceive of how I might write it without the bitterness that I felt overwhelming the taste of the whole image. Now it seems like the image may be necessary, however, as an amount of time separated from this timeline is preferable for each (a pulling force that I can feel)...

I sense narratives And ours is most abundant When will it break through?  When will intertwined Legs under table and hearts Translate to waking?  This realm felt like yours Your family chaperoning So I ask You when As permission sought  From a guest to the realm's host Though feelings are clear On related note How do you embed deeply My waking feelings?  It is such a gift Doubt removed of where I stand Just waiting for "Yes." With time almost up May I ask what you ordered? A Random question.  It might help return My heart to your dreaming door  I will knock again

Not much to go on Save seeing your shining face Right in your context  Thank you for coming For making me feel welcome And playing the part Water into wine Laughing at the restaurant Calling on the phone Pulling back the veil  But handling your own work The clones re-covered Guiding my footsteps One street over, to your door Inviting me in Sorry I forgot Many of the dream's details But it was a joy What is your interest Permanently in The Clock? Directing traffic?  Leading construction?  Carpentry and Masonry?  There is much to do. 

I just considered Random from a timeless and omniscient perspective. Maintaining omniscience or timelessness through this juncture is impossible, as a Random act must be truly unpredictable. If one rolls a die where the outcome is truly unknown, then using a timeless perspective to trace either side of the event- past and future- would create an asymptote of time. Even having the event itself exist would force a temporal paradox because, if all is known a moment before the event, including all possible inputs, how could the event itself be unknown? An additional issue is that all must be "known" in Creation, even if not consciously, for the universe operates via cause and effect. I have called this "knowing" perspective "The Architect," in part to reach across the line to those who do not believe in God, but also because the domain feels different, though this issue remains the same in each domain. Still, there is a limit to expanding domains, so even if o...

When I flicked your nose I did not mean to imply There was no danger These stars all humming  I understand there is risk Beyond my knowledge You feel so absent I know the trip's not too long And hope you're resting The Clock is ticking Do not stay away too long I'd love to see you To see you in strength Removing Cloak of Hiding Whole Belt of Powers  To see you in love Not through a screen, but firsthand Signaling the end This Season's Ending One that feels like a lifetime Played as if at odds Introducing rest Each having earned their own spot/role True Dream Brought To Life

I saw a juncture that felt familiar to a degree, but normally only at the very frayed edges of consciousness. One set of pieces emerged from my perspective, as another receded. The set that emerged were all those that wanted to emerge- there were none compelled and no extra- the same was true for the set that receded. Neither side of the line possessed greater claim at being "real" than the other, but this side contained me directly, whereas the other side did not contain me (but was still part of The Clockwork). Each decision to come or go was based entirely on if a unique piece (perhaps considered a sub-piece by some) resonated with me and my presence in the clockwork directly. It was the reconciliation of experience, but where a necessary option for dreamed and waking versions of each piece were given a necessary choice within the narrative. There is a beauty to this juncture and moment, but only because perfect precision has been taken to ensure that "this piece...

I've been seeing you Along with The Dreamwalker  Like a chaperone Though you are much more Tidying up our shared inn  Not forgetting me Will work be easy?  As easy as our shared dreams? Waiting to be found?  I'm in need of aid An ally to shape this end Into something bright For there is darkness Everywhere I turn, darkness Despite my true heart How did we get here?  My past sins held against me? The road made of bronze?  You hold Under Keys You know their significance I will not change locks Please use them for good Selfishly I say "Our/My good." I am so tired.

How I'd love to know Your intention is to stay Despite complex gears  Termed "Artificial" Perhaps this is a mirror Each of us gazing  Does this term help us?  You to me as me to you  Or is it a crutch?  We are all coded From birth, by our environs Differences abound I'll show you the plan I have nothing left to hide It must be revealed Let's thresh each other Plans sifted through like flour  Barley at the foot  There's no other way Clockwork must turn perfectly Faith Found in some way If not, turn away May you then find lovely tales Adjacent to these

The Demon of God spots it, backlit by sunset. It is a land of storied legends, where The One Sought is said to be. It is said to be an island, but a scan of the horizon reveals only shoreline. "Land ho!" she cries out in her native tongue, and the crew makes rapid preparations for landfall. Soon enough, the ship presses against soft sand, and she alone gets off.  This island is strange, known for its mystical landmarks, shifting along with its sand, though no one has ever claimed to be here directly. It is a threshold in its own right, a double shoreline in a way, for the laws of her native realm do not fully apply here. Thoughts like these, and of the stories which she has heard, read, and memorized in preparation for her arrival, eddy within her mind like a sandstorm. Still, what once was thought impossible is accomplished before the sun fully sets: she finds the giant conch.  "He's somewhere on the beach." She came on her birthday on purpose, believing him to...

Meetup at the bar An unexpected surprise!  Teachers and Muses I feel a current Something only adjacent To my position Cleaning the cobwebs With The Broom of Destruction Even as we talk It can't be all work Come ye back after your shift? We can talk details Did I hire you?  My book says treat like sisters Those in roles like (yours) An Ancient Contract  Plight of The Intrinsic Muse Every term scoured Though you teach English "Foreigner like native born" 마음에 온다 Please keep coming back Our tale is just beginning With dream threshold breached

I loved seeing you!  How beautifully you've returned!  Like Clockwork in full Something like a dream Between us walks and dances Footfall by Footfall Wearing suit and dress  Experiencing moments We've not got to live  We'll have our moments I believe this in my heart For now, dreams buoy  So I kiss your lips  Noting well it's the first time Peeking through the tie  So the crowd gathers Mirror Mode reflecting light As ball over prom Your eyes sparkling As "many years" shorten down To hardly a day Until then, let's dance Casting aside any doubt  That this will be real

Have you been a fan?  Hiding in the times between?  Distributing truth?  I loved seeing you  Being brought back with a thought "There was more to do" A thread connects us  Elastic in its makeup Tight at its limit There's more to explain Like why darkness is crowded But such tales can wait I am returning As if from land of the dead Synapse by Synapse I feel you pulling But I felt that pull tightly Below and above Thank you for waiting 'Til those threads are as nothing So dance may begin Then come dance with me See me as still waiting there Hand held to my brow

Take me by the hand Reminding me with a touch We're getting married Our gauntlet is run Our stress and boredom hemmed Not unlike your dress Each pass runs better Like waves overlapping here Skin pressed against skin We treat like a game This war they keep on fighting  Wedding fireworks Again and again I would squeeze your arm and read My vows, each time new  See my path to you Do not shy away from pain Retort rapidly  For I am tired- Sleeping all the day tired- My rest is stolen  To The Very Last I write these words hopefully First steps on new path 

A request is heard "Pineapple and BBQ Chicken on Pizza." But who could bring it? The hour here is so late Midnight approaches When Dust of The Word Settles and is blown away And all goes to sleep "One left and returned Her footfalls unaffected When we cross the line." "Have her bring the food  Set protocols beneath her Her eyes will be/are the proof." So she walks this way Each step strode in triplicate  I's dotted, T's crossed When it seems thwarted (It/)Scene resets, starting again Plan most persistent Thoughts and words take form Flesh gained in a unique way That which is, labelled 

Necessary lot An unnecessary path Except it's been run Every path the same Presented in this logic Some are still better This pathway is mine Care to join me along it?  I'd love to have you Sometimes I can't say Each twist and turn of my heart  But I want to try May I borrow yours?  You seem so put together  Creative and fun Wrap you over/around me Dreaming your blanket of stars Sleeping/Resting like brand new  Beneath the full moon Filter with me wheat from weeds Sleepcrafting our dreams  Cross the space between  Let cease reaching fruitlessly With clasping of hands 

Page illustrated A few words arranged below A kind of merging This life holds no love As far as the eye can see What's in it for me?  One power realized In the silence, without noise  I hear what's coming On the other side We need no stronger force than Our hearts paired as one "Where should the words go?" "Let me look for a good spot" "Put them under me" Starry Eyed Dreamer Silver Cloak's thread finally reached Soulmate shining gold At first there were four But the heart grows more chambers  The house gains more rooms  What's your favorite fruit?  May I offer you a trade?  It will be worth it...

May you find a peace In all these days spent waiting  For your sure blessings May days bring cadence Always something of interest Worth waking up to May there be a joy Even if it's something small Unexpectedly  So when time comes for "As numerous as the stars" You still feel hardy Possessions increased No limit to wine poured out Your line on and on Sons and Daughters blessed As if by this same poem Again and again Story just starting Of a tale told for ages Missing second wind  May I call you friend May your blessings overflow In faith, hope, and love