the Big Bang Theory is simply the embryo to the sperm the collision creating the great divide the change of a simple chemical makeup the flux that which is in each of us we look to the planets and the stars we see galaxies and universes but we cannot see them as whole we divided and we conquered our make up our composition to an extent but we still haven't unraveled that mysterious convoluted conclusion of our parameter into the space, we fulfill we are just a part of a greater whole that makes up another being to say I have a spleen that bleeds uncontrollably when it is cut is that not unsimilar to a hole in a star what within us is that dark comparison that consumes and regenerates that which it has destroyed how many light years are we built of? in our veins travelers from another galaxy and time move we are just beings within beings we are bang upon bang we are the banged we are the frame of the universe within us we are a planet a component just as a spleen of the heart is a star with its electrical energy powering the rest of our cells for without it we would not have the pump to fill feed the rest of our galaxies inside of us are black holes, burned out stars, asteroids, icebergs and dead space time changes when you live within yourself it stands still as reflection passes and you become aware others or the clock on the shelf tell you you were gone much longer than a blink for daydreaming can be an escape into the void of crossing over into that being within us the travel of soul the umbilical cord that links us to our selves and that which is within and without of our perception I bathe in the light that I am not alone that I have million no billions no an infinite amount of creations above and beyond my physical existence and I too shall share the knowledge with those who seek me from inside my being that I hear them just as my God and all his friends voices that have lingered through his said ears have traveled through his body to share their introspects of outside realms and dimensions so that I may feel my life is worth living so his/her/its life can go on my life has a greater purpose it is to keep me around circling in this feed of acceptance existence is dependent upon acceptance and love for the greater good of humanity and the enrichment of the lives we cannot see and those that hold us in their hands and heart just by simply being me as a piece of the global local cosmos 4-15-2022
I’m Singing with the Angels
I have more stars than shine It is a glorious day of twinkling The sky The land The in-between of heavens And earth's core I give my heart and soul And receive so much more Replenishment I drink I bathe In the beauty Of the daylight And I bask in the night The sounds of laughter Pervade my air I swim with all forms of matter I dance Cajole Diminish all aspics of character I am free I am one With the universe My body tingles Goes numb with delight Yet I am able to tremble To put down this insight The energy spinning Around the globe Magnetism Electrons Protons Neutrons Atoms are disseminating Faster than I can blink My future is looming As I float with the flow Thousands of kisses Carry my body I travel without walking I want to take your hand Come join me In this escaped And venture into the unknown Of wisdom and merriment Words meanings explored So many mouths removed For descriptions are too numerous Ears fallen Eyes closed For the energy Is from within Feel your body fuel burn And the coolness remains Come travel Back With me To past midnight And we will hit the reset once more God’s whispers In the heavens Golden Fleece Not of lamb Strewn across the streets Choose your paradise And to it we will retreat Hit the reset And choose another street It will be days In only a blink Hit the reset button On Downy Street 2-2-2013
Be Mused

I saw her Standing there Twiddling her thumbs Crossing over Between bewildered and turmoil I cast a shadow In her direction causing her to gasp Though she did not see me I knew she felt my pretense A wave of encouragement Swept over her and she began to walk away Turning back, she bent down Sweeping her hand over the pavement Where her feet had once stayed She placed the bit of unsung air in her pocket And skipped away I smiled One more good deed done recognized 1-21-2013
a child is more than a word
Do you tell a word? There is no story To encompass him So why would you tell A child There is no one To love Or care For him Remember words do not have to be spoken For think of all the stories untold And that single word Wondering why He doesn’t belong on a page 1-16-2013
Fallen Angel

I met an angel today who had trouble holding on to wing newly melted upon this earth he kept them in a coverlet draped over his arm I've been blessed 1-16-2013
building/becoming human

I have seen my sides inside outside above and below the depths of darkness and light I know all humanity is inside of me and beyond the grasp I can hold no longer is bewilderment a plaything it is a real thing to divide and enclose distill and postulate turn the wonder into suppose suppose I could end world hunger what would I do? suppose I could feed just one more mouth from the seeds of my garden do I share and teach them how to grow? suppose there is not water for the plants to flourish how do I acquire it from the sky? suppose I raise my voice and feed just one be it friend or foe suppose I give it a try even if it is by spoonful from the tears I cry I water my garden and share with a passerby
Why are there so many things to love
Why are there So many things to love The way the leaves slip off the awning The dappling of sun and lichen on the fence The scent of earth in the air The water of moonlight The gestures of the birds with their song The graciousness of the grass beneath my feet The crimping of the worm as he walks The scrolling of bark The echoes of the wind caressing my face The touch of cool and warm between shadow and light The indifference to my being there and the gentle reminder I am The color of copper, orange and gold The hues of daylight and night The patches of greens and blues The indigos, magentas, and violets The naming and the unknown The explorations and risks The future, present and past And so much more And then there is you My you Simply being you giving me reason to feel alive when I awake seeing you hearing you touching me into living 2-13-2013
it’s back, repairs from a concussion
It’s back And this time I was happy The illusions of the dark Where there is light When I open my eyes And peer into the fishbowl Of the blanketed world Under my covers I made a diving mask around my eyes With my hands And dipped my face Into the illuminated world Of a 2-dimensional fishpond Aquarium Ocean I could not tell what size For the depth changed But I could see Another form's shadowing peering from the other side We waved Somehow the imaged managed to swim through my field of view To observe study, me From a close distance I want to say it was a face But there were no identifiable features Just layers of fleshy skin folds in a rose flower swirl Perhaps it was a creature trying to taste my essence I do not know But I understand now I do not Daydream I am just sitting with my face at the edge of a pond Watching another dimensional world go by And it keeps me sighing I’m alive And so are you I see and feel you More than I feel myself For I am just floating At the end of your world With my toes in the sands of time 4/10/2022
subconscious comforting consciousness it is all about the focus and the angles of perspective

I can change my point of view my perspective my lighting I can focus on the umbrella or the rain




trying to catch the sun

I could not stop the sun from falling, into the cool water I waded with my net, ready to catch it rolling in, but it melted before reaching the shore
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