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Waking up to Marigolds

I’m waking up to marigolds
Glorious colors for my eyes delight
Glowing in hazy morning sight
Brilliant reds, orange, and yellows

Sound of bare feet on oaken floor
In the doorway standing there
Half a smile and a sultry stare
Radiant beauty that I adore

Dust lingers in still morning air
Atoms sparkle in colliding flight
Silhouette in the morning’s light
Contours outlined with aura flare

From your eyes to your breast
Curls of yellow layered in gold
A white cotton lace camisole
And a sterling silver neckless

Summer skin of sandstone brown
Wearing a pleated cotton dress
Legs smooth to my caress
Gentle to touch soft as sound.

Your open lips intent foretold
With the floating flutter of a leaf
Touch mine for a moment brief
In your hair are marigolds

30 years through perils of life
Sighed and surrendered with relief
Laid down my head in my belief
30 years more you’ll be my wife

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Break Away

You say you want to run away
So let’s go on a long lost drive
Far away from our cares
And leave this shit behind

You say you want your freedom
So let’s lock hands and break away
To a secret place beyond the lights
And leave this shit behind

You say you want to breathe
So let’s find a clear blue stream
Gaze into a dark starry night
And leave this shit behind

You say you want solitude
So let’s join in quiet union
Share the sounds of silence
And leave this shit behind

You say you want to fly away
So let’s spread our wings
Drift with the clouds on high
And leave this shit behind

In to the fray

Walk with me now
into the fray
Where drizzle saturates
the white with the gray
Where the sky and horizon
diffuse the way
Between the darkness edge
and the dismal of the day

Where shadows dissolve
in a halo of white
And colors imbue pure
in bold richness insight
In an absent field
softened by light
Between the gray of the day
and the gray of the night

3:00 AM…My Mind on My Brain

It’s 3:00 A.M. and I want to sleep. My brain has other plans. I’m so tired but my brain is in overdrive.
It seems as though we live in and control just a part of our brain, while another part does what it pleases. It’s a battle of wills. I want to sleep. My brain has other plans. What does it want at 3:00 A.M.? To create? To contemplate? To rehash the days experiences?

Where do our 3:00 A.M. thoughts go if not captured in conscious thought? Are they still there or do they dissipate forever? In to thin air. Will problems be solved to be revealed as the days and weeks progress? Is 3:00 A.M. the only time our conscious mind can truly free associate.

If we cheat ourselves of sleep, where do our dreams go? Are they lost in the grey matter never to serve their purpose? Do they disrupt our consciousness trying to find their connections? Or are they compressed, biding their time, waiting until our next slumber to re-invent themselves? To express themselves. I’ve dreamt of flying. I’ve dreamt of dying. Just dreams.

When we sleep are we still us? Is our consciousness still active or are we surrendered to our subconscious?

More often than not our brain asserts its control. It is in charge. It is a bully. Making decisions for us without our consent. Making sense of the world we live in and how we respond to it. We’re just along for the ride. Bystanders. It’s a battle of wills.

Where do we reside? In our bodies? In our thoughts? Or somewhere unknown? Are our thoughts virtual or are they real, tangible, physical?

When we die our brain dies but do we transcend the body to a place beyond the physical? Have we been there all along taking up temporary residence in the physical?

On average, we spend 218,880 hours of our life sleeping, or trying to sleep. That’s 9,120 days that our brains have free run of the house unencumbered by the boundaries of the physical world. Resolved to contemplate and integrate our daily thoughts and experiences with an ever expanding database of past thoughts, experiences, and emotions. A virtual playground. Doing what it pleases. Without regard. Without consent.

In the Moment

I Breathe In

And I Drift

My Heart

Beats

My Blood

Pulses

I’m Alone

In The

Silence

Of The

Moment

The Clouds

Appear

Still

In The

Distant Sky

The Sun

Warms

My Naked

Skin

Glowing

Pink

Its Welcome

Protest

The Moment

Hangs

Quietly

Drifting

Soft Breeze

Cools

My Feet

My Soul

Lady Bug

Perches

On My

Knee

A Perfect

Vantage

To Life’s

Wonder’s

The Flower’s

Scent

Delights

My Senses

Summer Days

Drift

With The

Clouds

The Call

Of The

Moment

Becons

Thoughts

Pause

Briefly

Teetering

On Here

And Now

Floating

In The

Silence

Of The

Moment

I Exhale

No Worries

No Future

No Cares

Slowly

Tumbling

Through The

Silence

Of The Moment

Where you’re going

You’re standing still
Don’t know what you’re doing
The world’s your oyster
Open for your choosing

Looking straight ahead
The road looks wide open
One step forward
Will get your future moving

You’ll find your way
To where you’re going
It’s a ways from here
It won’t be what you’re hoping

You can map your path
but it’s you that you’re fooling
You’ll find your way from here
Without knowing where you’re going

Standing at a crossroads
Wondering what you’re doing
The choices are profound
The options are confusing

You’re living a life of promise
Living a life worth pursuing
Stop wondering where it’ll end
Get busy doing what you’re doing

No regrets
No reservations