Daily Archives: September 17, 2017

THE PUZZLE OF THE BUFFALO

THIS dream.

I am walking through a tunnel between the streets.  Air as thick

as my misconceptions of life.  The gutters are gone but my fears

fulfill the deed.

A passing light of brilliant orbs dazzle me then I am walking

across a cache of weapons and I see my feet amongst others.

The wolves’ den.

“Who are you?”  One asks.

I am a dream walker.

“Are you crazy?” asks another.

No.  I am here for reasons unknown.

“Kill him.” says the one with shifty eyes.

Why would you wish this?

“He’s a pig.”

No.

“Bro, do you have buffalos running around within

your head?”

Yes.

“Let him go.”

I love you all and please learn from this:  if you

do all that is told then you are not living a brilliant

life as you can.

And the buffalos will trample you one soon day.

I wake up.

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THERE ARE AT TIMES MORE SAID

Such firey autumn colors are
within the eyes of this love
she is the season of all that
becomes a singular reason:
joy.
AND then some are storms:
the moments of ozone
burning that burns the lungs.
the purse oxygen of destructive
rebirth. But I am laughing,
sometimes crying and mostly
listening. There are at times
more said in silence than all
that has ever been spoken.
In all of history.
By the shores are waves
clapping from angel’s wings
flapping as they watch those
which are a little below them
but higher in esteem by a
Creator.
The Only One.
Above All!

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PREGNANT IS MY WORRY

pregnant is my worry! many months
before it was born. the morning
sickness and swollen skin of my
mind and that of heart!
And finally that which was born
nothing more than fanthom
gestation!

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