2021/4/13 #poetry There once was a place where winds brought sand across small dunes till it did land
upon a dune that is so high across the whole bay you can spy
stand atop it drink it in before the houses what has been
still there now it will break down no more built up trees at it's crown
sit in quiet breathe the air it always feels so lovely there
watch the ocean feel the breeze observe the motion of the trees
There is no place quite like Grand View I hope that you can visit too
2021/4/12 #poetry When the time has come and there's nothing more to do but to close your eyes and sleep
but your thoughts still rage like a howling wind and aren't settled by counting sheep
You might think that squeezing your eyes super tight will slow your engine down
but that doesn't work often just makes it worse and thoughts just keep bouncing around
The best thing to try stuck in bed in your head don't resist or force it to behave
to use this technique just imagine a board and go catch a massive mind wave
So long as you stay focused and sure going in just one direction
stillness and calm will be a sweet balm and you'll fall into that dream connection
One last little note if you focus on life when you're picking which crest you will ride
you won't do as well as if fantasies and dreams are the focus on which you decide
2021/4/11 #poetry Even if you didn't ever know the time your life would still pass by you nightmarish or sublime
With each and every moment you always have a choice to notice what is happening to listen to your voice
Every time you focus on things outside of you you build upon your story loosing sight of what is true
There's not a single answer each experience it's own things are always changing don't stay stuck in what is known
To change you or your world don't chant alakazam for effective magic mantra You might prefer 'I am'
2021/4/10 #poetry Much effort must be made And plenty of attention paid By those of us who choose to wade Into the cause of words arrayed Around a theme as they cascade Along a rhyme that must be laid While keeping time like a parade Avoiding sounds that could abrade Or playing up a whole charade Steering clear of a tirade Reviewing the whole escapade Before being proudly displayed
2021/4/8 #poetry If you had to choose between two bowls one with rice the other having berries would it be so hard? If you had to choose between taking the stairs or walking up the hill and around and entering through the back would you take more than a second? If you had to choose between cleaning the kitchen or taking a bath would it really break your heart? If you had to choose between answering a rhetorical question or responding to the implication of it would you even recognize the choice before you acted? So why is it so difficult for you to choose between these?
2021/4/6 #poetry Entering the cave across a mossy threshold Blinking into a misty cloud The trinkle of rivulets all around you The sound of your breath seems very loud
Taking further steps while you are still yet bold The swirling mist is chiming as it churns The tales you were told you find now are true To listen forever your whole body yearns
You gaze at the cloud, to you prettier than gold A sparkle shines through it now and again Fingers and toes start to feel like goo So will your brain soon, you should leave before then
Pulled closer still the distance seems to shrink or fold You struggle to regain your will From deeper in the cave comes a wispy oooh Right into your bones you feel a chill
The focus is escape before you become mold You take a deep breath and bellow out a long yell Your hands clasp your ears and you squeeze your eyes shut too Retreat's the only way from this deepening well
Chiming, through your hands, becomes the sound of a stone rolled The eeriest sort of a low moaning roar That the tales exist must mean somebody got through but what is it that they must have done before?
As you turn away you feel something cold You charge, it is not upon you yet Entering at all you begin to rue Just a few steps and freedom you'll get
Of the terror that grips you was one thing you weren't told You race blindly forward feeling moss underfoot That you had to flee quickly was something you just knew Leaping across, you land, and stay put
You hear no commotion just the calm forest, old You turn, with eyes open, to see where you've been Wondering if it is a thing that you should do Just stillness, moss, and darkness, inviting you in.
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2021/4/5 #poetry You may be looking for a bold statement Perhaps you are listening for a rhyme Seeking a flood of feeling without abatement Some fun word play to pass the time If your need aligns with what I've writ you'll find it seems made just for you But wait a time and come back to it will the same poem still get an ooh?
2021/4/4 #poetry With the tall Eucalyptus I stand underneath looking up. I'm too fast to notice the movement, swaying, or fluttering leaves, the action escapes me. My time moves at a different rate to the trees. I can slow down, and I do on occasion, but it takes a thought, I must remember. Connecting with my breath, in such a direct way but still so imperceptible. My body disintegrates into air and becomes the trees, they do the same for me.