dElay...

once upon a fall fall day there was a slight delay...
not sure why not sure how...
but in the midst of it all there was a stop...
to stand still & to sit, to not know or care which way was next...
almost at a crossraods...
but more of a delay...

for the day will continue as all days do...
but this time with more of a mission...
full of passion & life...
but till that happens we will sit & wait...
under the silence of the falling leaves...
bringing change with each & every breath...

this is my delay...

...for tomorrow may bring snow

...fOr the want of talent & lAck of the time...

it is not

in the everyday

that you find

such a place...

one to haunt

your thoughts

& defend

your very being...

it is this place

of solitude

that will linger

long after

the paint

has faded

& the trees

are all gone...

lacking in nothing..

living in memories...

it was

times like this,

those days gone by...

this everyday place

that we calmly

just

walk

by..

wOrd...

...so i have been working on a rather large banner project....it goes something like this....with paint & other multi-faceted variations on it...

... & the WORD of God spoke through the darkness. Out of the depths of the shadows. Into the vast unknown. Bringing forth with every breath a shattering silence. The calm before the storm. The whisper in the wind... This voice so calm & still, booming forth on one unexpecting day...

...& God spoke & it was so, life, death, birth, growth, love, loss, laughter, hope, pain, tears, joy, singing, dancing, beauty, despair, peace, patience, sorrow, comfort, passion, goodness, kindness, gentleness, self-control, grace, mercy, justice, fairness, poverty, wealth, riches, rags, royalty, servants, slaves, kingdoms, kings, countries, land, pride, rain, sun, moon, wind, stars, feast, famine, want, plenty, companionship, loneliness, heartache, age, youth, simplicity, belonging, faith, choice, sight, darkness, sound, silence, music, dance, stillness, movement, rest, color, shadow, heat, chill, new, old, forever... promise...

... & the WORD came in the form of a flesh filed promise... Healing, touching, listening, believing, leading. Loving. Watching, wanting, hoping, caring, showing, knowing... More than we will ever know... For this was His word, his flesh, his promise... His life, his death..His love... Which brought forth on one unexpected day more than mere words could ever begin to tell...

eNd oF tHe wOrld...

4...

"₄ all the colors in the world... just ₁ would not be enough..."

tRy tHis...

"When U get to a fork in the road...take it"

-Yogi

sUmmeRtiMe...

2 the days gone by, the times we had
2 the thoughtless days & moonlit nights
2 the summertime fun, lost in the sun
4 the things we share, 4 those days without care...
I wish I might, I wish I may...
GO back again some lovely day...

wiSh i wAs sTill tHere...

i rEfuse...

"...We will not go quietly into the night
We will not give up without a fight..."

I refuse:
to be bought with a price, to listen & not hear...
to live & not learn, to love just a little...
to be apathetic in the face of adversity...
to take things for granted until they are gone...

I cannot:
stop the dance, leave the music, slow the ride...
or even jump off when it hits the bottom...

BUT

I can:
stand tall, sit up, speak out...
walk far, reach up, & hold on...

for if you refuse one thing & cannot do another...
you have hit two of three sections.....
& all you are now left with... is the choice to GO...

..."Second star on the right and straight on till morning"...

aNother dAy @ cLass...

tHe wHo...

I am ever present & yet seldom found
Ever waiting never bound

I hide behind the stars & moon
The watery depths or desert doon

I can be found with knowledge known
The where to look need not be shown

I come unexpected & leave without a trace
Can be burst or broken & haunt a place

I have been called quite dark & gloomy
But slightly golden from others who knew me

I come before a storm & follow laughter
I will always remain forever after

I confuse & transfix, heal & calm
If you listen carefully you will see that's who I am...

tUesDay...

have I ever mentioned how much I love tuesday's.....

aLl tHe diFferenCe...

This Road goes ever on & on
Out past the stars & moonlit song
The wind it sings a lullaby
& still the tears I cry...

This road once traveled
So long ago...
I try to think
But wonder why...

Does this small Road
That continues still?
This burden lighter?
Heavy load?

For what has made all the difference?

This Road I take...
I try to make

A sweeter song
Upon that hill
Where it shall go
I'll never know...

My job is not
To see the end
But walk this road
& trod that bend

Sight unseen
Blindness wanders
Loss for words
Speech it ponders

This Road goes ever on & on
So will I walk & sing this song

The tears that fall
Upon yonder hill
Be swept away
For another day

For the night is young
& this Road is long...

mEin kLeineS meeRsburg...

...more

mY liTtle tOad...

Once upon a tUesday...
there sat a little toad.

Not just a toad, all big & green
sitting off the open road...

Oh No. You see this one was small,
as small as you or I.

He sat upon an old grey hat
from where I do not know.

He simply sat & leaned his head
from left to right & back.

Counting cars, & old dead trees,
cows & horses too..

But then he stopped his monotone
& looked upon my shoe.

Slightly curious, it would seem,
as to whom would walk this mile.

So I stopped & leaned my head
& we stared for quite a while...

Clouds were passing, cars went by
but still we held that glance.

He shifted weight,
& turned his head...

"Thanks for the chat.."
I softly said...
...& turned to walk away...

For here my friend, I now had seen
the simplicity of a day...

Not one to rush, or fall behind
to hustle round the bend.

But with all the ease of a little toad
will we see how to reach the end.

Do what we must with what we got
But don't forget Today...

fEar nOt...

sUnrise...

O' dark of night
come over me
in sweet embrace
sing your melody

enfolding in
your arms of love
i call to thee
O' heaven above

O' dark of night
why must we fight
please hold me tight
in my blind sight

...over purple mountians view
...the crystal clear of mornings dew

O' darkest night
awake once more
silence plays
upon thy shore

lightening flashes
thunder roars
the clouds torn back
peace once more

O' darkest night
behold mine eyes
Gods's crown of light.....
...........................SUNRISE

hAppy fRiday bLues...

oDe 2 rAin...

rain, rain, don't go away
but stay today
and wash away
the silent tears of yesterday...

bring new life
within the strife

heal the hurts, touch the hearts
hold the hands that can not feel

rain, rain, don't go away
we need you here
to ease the pain
of a life once lost
& found again...

a dReam fOr jEss...

cLementine...

for thee i pray
this one request
t'was long ago
with little rest
remember whence
those days of old
forgotten stories
doest be told
for me i pray
please now do sell
those stories long
i bid thee tell
the rain did'st come
the sun did'st shine
please tell me now
dear clementine
t'was it whence
thy father called
beckoned thee
to him be named
t'were you his child
so full of grace
a small still smile
upon thy face
tell me how
sweet clementine
for once you sat
upon the shore
wept a tear...
...forevermore
silenced in thy tears
...dear one
calming hallow fears
...but one
oh, please to tell
dear clementine
secrets of thine
my clementine
what say thee not
thou do not know
secrets of old
so long ago
remember now
dear clementine
remember soon
for peace be thine...

m+v...

...more

hOt...liKe coFfee...

2 hot today
i do must say
i can not see my feet

the street is gone
it ran away
dont think it liked the heat

mine eyes they see
hot... like coffee
i say i like it not

so take me away
to some other day
when it might not be so hot...

tHe sMell oF sPring...

bEyond tHe bLue...

...to find a place to run to when all is silent & still in the midst of a roaring storm....a solace in the weary world...an island, my island, of wonder & excitement....where dreams are not just dreamt but do come true, this place over the rainbow...my calm, my storm....a little flower so full of life holding on...to all it knows....the solid rock, my island, my solace...the pure & simple thought of somewhere other than here...a HOPE for what is to come....TAHITI....

J...

2 wiSh toNight....

... it's days like this, where morning mist descends upon the heart of a lonely child...playing sweetly on the heart of another... innocent enough but dangerous as a fire, untamed & unchanging...

Oh to fly away into the night...where time stands still & midnight lasts... & I, all alone, will sit & know, the oceans shore, the sweet caress, so out of reach...yet right in front...decisions untouched, yet unknown...why not...

sitting silent
tears unshed
life's true calling
a page un-read

softly slowly
it will appear
still unknown
be calm my dear

the day is bright
the moon still full
these tears of yours
are yet be told

it is this time
this day of dawn
whence time stands still
& thoughts are gone

these unshed tears
be washed away
the music plays
& soon will fade

my heart is torn
oh sweet of mine
why must it be
true valentine

. . .

i do not know
which way to go
all thoughts be gone
the road too slow

I know not whence
this path will end
who will we meet
around yawn bend

its times like this
unheard of bliss
when feelings fade
& set astray
to come again
some other day

we sit and talk
about the moon
when strangeness falls
about the room

its times like this
I wish I might
know what I wish
to wish tonight...

mY willOw...

wHen wOrlds collide...

One day upon a window sill
There sat a little girl

I spoke to her
She was quite small
"May I ask you what you're doing here?"
"Oh, I don't mind, not at all..."

"You see," she said
"This is today
and I am hiding here.

Outside's too cold
no one to care,
the sun I cannot see.

Inside's too hot
I like it not,
much to busy for me

So here I sit upon the sill
reflecting on the glass

Two worlds to chose
I just don't know
I wait for time to pass

For now I know
in hiding here
This world is not for me

I look not to my left or right
I only sit
and wait for thee..."

legAcy:hOpe...

...more

oNe pErson dUet...

The day that no one forgot, a day unlike any other
This day was not

It started out as most days do through thick and thin
Clouded sky of blue

The hours flew by as a snail on speed
The minutes came next Truth indeed

Lunch did happen as well as dinner
Break and breakfast too

This day did happen, as some would have said
"A day without ending" the news had now read

Free coffee for breakfast but none left for tea
The muffins were excellent Oh do pardon me
We ate and we ate oh my is it late

But on to this day the no one forgot
Such one so unlike any other
Hmmmm… I might just go call my brother

No diamond rings on a finger or two
A letter forgot, as things tend to do
Packages missing, flowers all lost
I do hope the piano comes with no cost

Lessons we learnt on this uncommon day
We will find out come June, August, or May

The life of the party was left far behind
And we hit pay dirt; I'm loosing my mind

The wine was delicious, the grape juice all sour
I might keep this up another half hour

The car will not start…I don't think I have one
And if I so did then where would I park one
The tasting of cheese is a rare lost old art

Once can not find, the grass green as dew
Or the sun right as rain
The day no one missed out
I sure won't complain

Shrubbery falls on the outskirts of town
I think I shall wear a blue, grayish, brown

The toast it may burn Oh when is my turn
I have stood in this line
And where shall it move I surely know not
On this uncommon day that no one forgot

For if everyday were as normal as this
Oh what a boring life we would miss

No movies or pancakes, No toilets to clean
The clock says it's late, But what does that mean

The radio is playing a love minuet
Or maybe a sonnet…Or a one person duet

O' I do hope there is nothing
I soon
will
forget

tHe cOpper tOnes...

. . . for the copper tones of life go streaming by as we sit & watch the road less traveled take us to where we know not nor how it will turn out. it is on this road of silence that we see all those around us as if in a different state of mind, as one would view their old grandfather sitting in his rocker staring up into nowhere waiting for the last strains of the violinists sunset to make its way over the yonder hills & vanish for yet one more season of darkness.. this is the silence of a hundred years gone by..the stuff that makes you sit for hours & ponder nothing till you feel that you can no longer see the silver behind the clouds. it is this same silence that brings upon the dreams of a wayward dreamer. one who has lost their way in search of the missing link to their sheltered past. these are the days of dreamers whose hearts are so big that you would never see the end of it all. leaving behind those things that others hold dear; they take for granted & venture out on the journy that they have yearned for with the very depths of their bones. it is this life that goes on & on, this road that few who dare to see will eventually step out for..in search of the freedom of life. not the plain simple stagnet thing that you tend to stumble out of bed onto one day in late october. no this is the freedom that is searched for by the dreamer & sought after in the silence. it is this unmistakable freedom that you will find on one most unexpecting of days, when the air is stirring the thoughts of mystery onto your doorpost & you find yourself facinated with the smell on the air. it is a sweet fragrance after the harshness of your winter. it is the essence of change that will linger & be found & continually saught after. it is the unsespecting day of wanting more than you can see with your own two eyes, knowing not what lies ahead but what could be the potential that you will live on to see the newest eddition of the rising sun as it streatches forth to take charge & release forth a new dawn. it is this life , this freedom that can only be found in the eyes of a dreamer on the breath of silence...it is on those copper tones of life that hope is found . . . .

tHe dReamer...

fOr thE hoPe tHat iS foUnd iN thE miDst oF tHe sToRm, fOr tHe peAce thAt iS fouNd iN tHe liGht oF tHe mOon...It iS thIs hoPe thAt nO onE cAn trUly uNderstaNd tiLl thEy haVe beEn theRe aNd sAt iN thoSe daRk shaDows of tHe breAking daWn....iT iS thEse thOughts oF a waYwaRd drEamEr, lOst iN thE dAylight hoUrs oF daWn tilL duSk, whEn alL iS silEnt anD stiLl aNd aLl yOu waNt tO dO iS flY awAy iN seArch oF soMething neW foR thE daWning dAy sO thAt thIs woRld maY bEgiN tO knoW anD undeRstand. In thIs miSt oF a mOrning whEre tHoughts Are tuRned tO thE hOpe beNeath, wheRe dreAms wEll uP insiDe tO bE dreaMpt aNd boRn aNd neW lifE iS seiZed..fOr thiS liFe wHich iS nOt mY oWn hOlds tHe esSence oF aLl hoPe aNd thAt hopE wilL bRing foRth a nEw toMorrow foR alL thE drEamErs thAt haVe eVer sAt aLone iN thE mOonliGht houRs oF tHe shaDowy plaCes juSt tO watCh thE raIn...somEhow lonGing tO finD thE hOpe thEy wilL neEd foR toMorroW.

M...

sElf titLed...

Once upon a time, not so long ago & in a land not so far away, there lived a little girl named Lulu. Lulu loved her adventures & extraordinary events. It was not something that she always planned for, but as her grandfather had once told her “Sometimes these things just happen”. It was on this particular Tuesday that things really did ‘just happen’.

It was a day unlike any other, a day that would live in the minds of all who remembered it with a smile of fondness as they recalled the day that, well, nothing was the same. Now, in the life of Lulu, things were used to being different & strange but none so unordinary as today. It was so completely unexpected that even as the sun rose on that Tuesday morning to bring its warm glow upon the face of our little Lulu, something was not right.

I think it was the bright green that first startled this little child. Not that green is a bad color, it was simply the fact that she was so used to feeling the warm orange glow on her face as it crept through the crack on her wall & splashed against her cheek. & today it was missing, for you see, a green glow is just not as warm. It had more of a playful rambunctious feel to it.

It was at this particular moment that Lulu realized this Tuesday was going to be different. It was a day that did not come around very often & she was going to make the most of it. Carefully Lulu opened the shades & gazed out to the world beyond. It took a moment but as soon as her eyes adjusted she realized that she was awash with color & the world that she once knew was transformed into a beautiful sea of wonder that she had only dreamt about.

Green sunshine reflecting onto a shade of blue grass filled with little sparkling number 3’s dancing in the field below. This was not the only thing that caught her attention. For as she watched the sun began to change & the moon came out from underneath it to take part in this color masquerade. It was such a sight that our little Lulu was rendered completely speechless as she saw the moon glow in a vibrant array of gold’s & silvers. Each highlighted with streams of lavender ribbon.

Fascinated & filled with the sense of pending adventure, Lulu began to climb out her window, soon realizing that her house was no longer there. It had somehow been transformed into a large African tree, with branches outstretching in all directions. Branches beckoning her to come and follow their path, to see where they would take her & to see what she would find. Startled at first Lulu clung to the side of her window, still unsure if this day that was so different was to turn out for the good or not. But as she watched the colors of the sun & moon continue to change from blues & greens into a bright cherry red with little auburn streaks she decided that the adventure must continue, & off she went. With the wind in her hair & a smile on her face down a path towards what could only be describe as an adventure.

Not knowing where she was headed nor even what to expect, all she knew was that this was a day so unlike any other that it had to be taken, it had to be explored. The choice was hers & glancing back for one last look towards her open window, she began following a road out into the great unknown with only a hope and a dream to guide her.

For you never know what a simple, slow, unexpected, lonely Tuesday will have to offer when life is full of the extra ordinary masked by the ordinary...

piNk floUr...

rA wOrd liSt...

Live life full speed
Big Mack slurpee
Don't know which way
My way highway
Dream big let go
Operation Superman
Here's the thing
Snowman king
Eyes wide
Not shut
Learn lots
U-Rock
Walk a mile
In my shoes
Think lots
You choose
Slippery when wet
My turn not yet
Smelly candle
Burn bright
Moon beam
Night light
Here's where time ends
Bikini islands
Live life
Where you at
Dream big ...

Take That...

cOver oF foRgot...

diAlogue 4 yEsterday...

ok so it is once again time 4 some dialogue...life picks up, knocks upon the door of opportunity & in the blink of an eye all views & perspectives that were once known are the scenes of yesterday, to be sought after out the back of the family car... the road just keeps going. the ups & downs, the highs, the lows...& yet when do we ever have the time to lean back, stretch our arms out to the wind & enjoy the ride... not concerned about where we are going, or what will we see around the next bend or even what we will do when we get there.. BUT the moment of Now... Arms outstretched, basking in the darkest rays of the moonless night...eating away at the fresh air..the freedom of it all...the sweet release..the collapse of all fears that have maliciously positioned themselves at the door of your life...when will we ever learn to simply turn the knob, let go & enjoy the ride...

3o33...

cOpy tHat...

sOx iN bOx...

mY tiLe...