She is a vast dream I will attain, in patience I study as if named. My practice a word I write thru verse and rhyme, to never mistake her line.
For she is a glorious mystery to whom I cherish, my thoughts yearn to never embarrass. Her privilege as an author so ‘at once’ invoked she is as I am so…
Sonia Blumberg
To sea~~
The sea that I see takes years to sail a way upon its abyss of contained
~strife ~ and perfection~
Of hopes unkept and foolery known again…
My heart can rage wilder than the highest crest;
And yet soothes me like a calming aquatic ripple.
Never do I look ahead!
For the Sea, I see is dead.
Therefore I am content in my reservoir, ~my pond, ~my lake. That are to my LOVING eyes
~~~A sea~ to let go of hate.
The Blame Game
When we see the script that is written, often the years of role playing…
often dread often dirt, a bottom of boot and vacant of heart, a punishment den.
And we ask: “Why oh why, do I love to follow this,” ten and counting…
then only then…
can we own our part.
SAGES
Secret Sigh, Secret Sigh...
No Truth in that
AIR.
Motives demonic
Feelings Frightening...
Let me Move
Lets Move
I owned the Clouds
Until you blew
them
away...
Smokey Puffs
and
Zephyr Filled
Answers
We Glide
We lie
We live in the Wild Air
Wings
Listen to me... Falling... Sending me down... Racing past Sunlight Rays of Gold, Flashing ahead. And a whispering memory Preceded my landing... I didn't come back, but I made it... And back up to Heaven... I Fly Again
Untidy
To Clean Or not To Clean Crusty Dusty Wipe Away Hours as Seconds Effort as Motivation Dark as Light Tidying up the wreckage of my past.
Upon some Mornings…
Oh my weakness,
so tired.
Dazed… Un-everything.
Never is best
for this
moment.
Surely later,
Just not now.
Self Destruction
GLORY
TO
ALL
HOLY
ANGELS
Looking down at me, seeing my souls purpose
And me... Never knowing what God really wanted
Until the day he made me realize...
SAVE
ME
FROM
MYSELF
GOD
and
DEVASTATE
MY
WILL
Troubling Self
The calling of a Mind,
does not come...
The rivers ongoing flowing-
Deceiving me towards-
Immense Waters...
The Infinity of Selfless Answers.
I do not Select one Right, one Wrong.
Their abundance doesn't help, it only
Pretends and prompts more Doubt.
When then do I arrive?
My Mind Wholeheartedly Shallow.
My House Empty.
My Strength Fibrous.
Take Away my Troubles.
Bleed out all Lies.
Shine with Love.
Die without Worry.
Oh Indifference, Oh Stubbornness- they forever Claim me.
And go to where I alone travel.
Yet with you LORD- I do not Battle...
Once YOU Conquer me...
Thank you Lord for your Great Mercy.
The Sleeping Tempest
Their Song Bubbles burst at High Notes.
And the Tide is a Chorus on the Sea, tis Gods Symphony.
A Thundering Orchestra is commencing…
A Grand Display not humbled by achromatic synchronicity. The Grays illuminate the streaks of Black, a watery organism now pops of Light, shine upon the transforming avalanche of liquid snow bubbling atop rolling cold Blues.
The sounds of Fury, Restlessness and Love.
A Gold Fish Fin at once twinkles its existence through the overpowering surge leaving the Memory to Wonder if True.
And the Current roars a wild Zephyr into my ears, and suddenly I awake to a Storm upon the Sea.
The Fish I know admire the Sky’s continuous patter, a much needed- and oh so replenishing- shower. The sound drenching on for hours.
At Last the Yellowing Sun embellishes a Sweet White Cloud, then rainbow song of quiet colors before the descending sun… Or a rising morning tribute- a new day not yet begun.
Either, soothe the oceans pondering of its power…
My sighs then Fall and my eyes Asleep.
Can you see the Dark Blue launch, the Waving Triangle on the distance is at peace, to Sail my Dreams without me.
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