A lint collector Is to be my calling I do not weave the tapestry I do not cut the threads I do not wind The shuttles But I find The lint The scraps cut The threads worn bare The tiniest spectators of life And I cherish them I hold them in my arms And weep Upon their barren bodies Until they swell And connect I make felt With them A mesmerizing piece of felt A blanket to soothe the shunned The cloth that wipes the tears Of angels The shroud of glory And I find peace As they are laid upon the tapestry Filling in the holes of war Oh, the meek The weak and weary meek The holders of future and past The textiles of felt Peacekeepers Waiting to be held Held up So, they can hold on And rebuild the world Cherished and blessed are the meek For they will inherit the world Saving it by peace Blessed piece 5-2-2014
what are you doing?
what are you doing now? I said with a smile turned upside down the cavern carved into my brow seemed out of place for my emotion did not match my face I was talking to the mirror beginning to ponder how did this all occur I did wonder what haven't you done? is my life's beginning story from day one judged by what I had not done the audience exclaimed "do more" the more I did the more they applauded I am exhausted with all the I ought of turn down the sheet fold it this way fold the corner the other way can't you see how it is supposed to be done didn't they teach you this on day one the loops and the hoops I jump each day have me facing the wrong way when I wake up in the morning I'm on the wrong side of the bed the beam above bumps my head then I stumble and fall to the floor crawl with the dog till I'm out the door and into the kitchen I'm itching to explore what is for breakfast as it is half past four why am I up so early you ask? it is because of this overwhelming task to get it right I have to study plan my day so I don't look like a fuddy-duddy I put a sausage on each of our plates I look up at the clock and its already a quarter to eight where did the time go, I hope I'm not too late I catch the bus with the tip of my shoe and off to school till quarter past two I break apart from the mental for half an hour A stroll down the merry till I park myself in a chair then I hammer at the keys until dinner is ready for me I open up the parcel that was waiting at the door Chicken parmesan is what I have placed the order for I clean up the mess, the dishes and clothing too Sounded into my head I go to the end of the bed check that I folded the corners nice and tight so I can sleep with the sheet folded just right but my mom never knew or maybe she did or did not that I liked to wiggle and not stay in one spot I prefer my toes not to be confined to the weight of the linen she thought was divine so now I sleep on top of the sheet and I have a duvet with a cover oh what an exclaim I would hear if my mother discovered it is only the dog that pins me down a dog on the bed would of surely made her frown and that thought makes giggle and smile for I did what she taught we didn't have a dog back in the day oh, how I have strayed
finding faith
I want to be seen I want to be heard but most of all I want to be believed Signed Faith Dearest Faith You were given to me as truth a single solitary truth but I went looking for others to pair with you I thought you were lonely but I understand now you were here for me not needing me to find you companions for others will find faith when they first believe in truth where truth is universal with the evolving soul 22-02-2022
Hello again
I'm back with those three little words I want you it goes further than that but that is how it starts with the want once first filled it becomes a need a self-sustaining need to be alive as one individual no matter how many encompass that one growth off shoot from life living is in the heart, mind, soul and spirit sometimes they travel alone or with another but each is free to go about gathering information, influences and direction but they come together for decision bringing trailers of indecisiveness for no one is greater than the other we pack so much into our lives that we forget what suitcase has been left untouched for too long sometimes we hide them in the back of the closet never coming to accepting them or opening them up for discussion or decision but left unattended it weighs us down and our mule cannot carry it any further so, we stop, and we bray, and we carry on as if it were the day the camel broke its back once opened and sorted we can toss that which is irrelevant till it fits into a small parcel we can carry on our back little trinkets to fill a memory jar, little words to be spoken again, little sounds to comfort us when we sleep and little souls garden from what we keep for those that are endearing are truthful and steeped in understanding and compassion should be at the top of the heap and to the top of the heap, I will climb and I will exclaim what is yours is mine and mine is yours we are littered with what we have endured through good times and bad times knowledge has formed been recycled into another form but let me express in my sincerest dismay what I bring to you today was brought last may and may you be free to choose but don't forget or stop to climb to the top of the hill and look upon what others have gathered and shared with free will so, to you I might be a speck of dust but I promise you I need you I want you to hear me now and make your elders proud to know you listened to the sound of their voice and took heed of the notice to carry forth in resurrecting the world from deceiving it can be restored by only one voice if it is placed in more than one heart
laundry
getting the laundry done is such an ordeal that I laugh when a piece of lint floats away in the silence of a mosquito past the corner of my eye I laugh when my torso goes to and from, up and down thinking that my wiggle is creating a jiggle in the hips and below I frown and get down on the stains unaddressed for they have sunk into the permanent press but I am jovial and consolable as I turn to myself respect my underwear is clean and dry As I fold my knickers against my chest I wonder what has taken abreast is it the pillow case that went twirling by for perchance it was attune from outer space I bend down once more my hands nearly touching the floor and I squat face myself flat smack in front of a toad and I say "Well hello there, how do you do" and with a Croak and a cog in his voice "I am very aware of the pollution you have done via the scum that felled from the spinneret of that cigarette, hanging from your mouth." So immediately I put it out and that was the last day I allowed something to cling to my lips like it was next of kin. Furthermore, he bellowed from his throat "Why would you smoke and why do you light fire to the forest where the babes play" I assured him that I was always cautious with the stick that was attached to my lip, but to myself I wonder had I been. I wandered away with a barrel of cloth he thought such a waste. To have such a large commodity of styles and sizes. Did I really need more than one of each? I still say yes, but I have toned it down in size and frequency in which I clean. So not to get the glare from the toad, who now I know lives down the road in a lovely hovel covered with gravel. These are the last words he said to me that day. I have but one covering and it covers my beneath I don't understand you humans in the things that you do. Calling it one and number two, for should we not have one home, one guardian of land, and that is a we thing don't you understand we are the same thing placed on this earth to govern and sovereign that which has given us birth for to destroy and employ yourself out of existence is taking the rest of us with you, Do you get the inference? Now if you may on with your gaieties play but for some of us, most of us you see living simply living is a way of life and we take it with a grain and build it to grow a meaningful relationship with the ice and the snow the sun and the moonlit night are our tethers to earthly delights so with your houses aglow in a confusing matrix is a detriment to our resurface indication is something you need to fix for when the light goes down so you need to do get some rest get some sleep by not doing so, you're digging a cavern too deep where you mind can't function and its creating destruction on the inside and outside of you and our world too so settle down, stop the mistakes that you make it is not about achieving greatness its not out for the take take only that is needed only what is to restore you to optimum potential to equal the score we are is this race together and there is no 1 or 2 we all come in first or we all come in last
hear the voices
I heard the voices as they came to me and they said do not be afraid for we hold you ever so dear in our hearts of hearts we find joy in the laughter you make for the sake of others tell your story to be true to yourself hearing voices is a blessing mixed confrontations with non-believers and those not willing to believe for they hear them too voices heard are not without scrutiny and one should cherish those of great joy you were only a child of spirit and hope and then you rose to gain confidence through our contact you can never be alone for we are near nearer to your heart than the tenderness of a mother's touch for we live within you the sinew that wraps around the muscle of your heart we are a part of you, and you are part of us no matter how many lives you touch on the outside one cannot compare to those you have touched inside we are sheltered in the cold and rain you are the framework that makes up our being you are the Horton to our who though we cannot see you we believe in you you are our god and we worship you to keep us safe just as you worship your god we are all built upon one another structures upon structures some of which we cannot control but eyes see through you by the tenderness you give and they wonder how one who can be torn so far apart by the dimension of time can appear to be seen whole we are the rapture you endure daily for we sense your world is crumbling about you so, we exclaim shout get the word out you must save nurture feed compose share express the joy and torment the destruction of your surroundings so that one can feel and hear the love within themselves and know it is so much more than saving themselves from destruction it is about saving all of us no matter how small we all matter to someone love you and bless us in the hope of salvation, we too bless you at this moment and every moment your heart beats grant us the voice and the will to go on hear our cries and cry out with us we are here June 24, 2018
A little ditty
a little ditty for those over fifty you think your day will come, when you can relax sit in a chair and say I don't care I have my cigar and I will smoke I might even take a toke a token of gin and upon my chin will dribble smoke and dust a dusting of gray and a bearded trust a sense of wisdom he must have look how cheerful, how grand he sits upon a slab a throne he has outgrown for he rises tall against the back oh, for a better word, I do lack but respect and gratitude I convey as the spectators gather and make their way to ask me the meaning of life and I will tell them it is full of strife living is for those with work to do work hard to make the best of you learn all that you can how to feed and grow the land into productive resources to feed the wilderness the wild things knew and if you succeed you will have a land of plenty diversity of cultures in the soil a diversity of elements in the air and clean water in which you can drink and swim
How Goes it
how goes it my friend the world we have to defend her uniqueness her beauty her breath until the end the end of time is not known to be a part of natural history but the end of the world is a story told and it is not something to behold for if you held it in your hands and felt it run away like the sands in an hour glass with out a frame would your actions be refrained from deplenishing what you took with out a second look to what will come undone if from reality you continue to run the parchment paper is still wet with our feet we haven't met but you are able to scribe what I fear will come undone and not keep you alive alive to hear my words to heed to call, to call them all to arms not against but for armies of love should be knocking at the door the door of inception the door of conception the door of enlightenment the door to what we meant when we said be free to will
if you only knew me
if you only knew me before I bore myself into a hole of despair and disgrace before I was allowed a human face I once was a lad unknown who called a distant planet home but I was exiled to a new retreat undisclosed for defeat was close at hand my friends had been defeated by the foes the forefathers who had bore their names had gone insane they began to choke from the soot about and words of horror from their mouths did spout I have claimed this day one of disdain for it is the anniversary of the time I was framed for speaking truth in a world where lies prevailed to be honest was to be killed when times are scaled I am a conqueror of silent lingo we played it in games of hopscotch and bingo as the numbers were played out we spelled the run way route
with a hint of glory
with a hint of glory i do declare today to be witnessed by the unaware the unaware of circumstance the unaware of half pretense the unaware that there are inhabitant's unknown the unaware that there is more than you that calls the earth their home i am but a wee angel who was indistinguished from a tear drop shed