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Kahuna’s pure chords
Heaven’s break of Day invok’d
so smiles Melia
(Back from 1 month Staycation with best friend from Australia. Relinquishing the heavy party favors for normalcy. Peace, everyone.)
shades
be there mystery
behind curtains of dark glass?
I see all of You
endanger’d species
th’ ancients spoke of life
outside the cave—
when sounds were emit’d
from lips
till lips became fingertips
and fingertips thoughts—
when emojis became the light
in darkness
and darkness made us fear the light—
while under the eyes
of night and day
were creatures on the loose
not so intelligent
but somehow more content
within that breath of fresh air—
no longer ours
Giiwas
love’s rejection
shaman sacrifices
seeds of war—
when spirit of Sky
drown’d the fires
of Underworld’s god—
that Mazama might hatch
from its mountain cocoon
and be reborn into purity—
into Crater Lake
Life Finds a Way
our footsteps—
thoughts in a fog
of ice and flame
thrashing land’s breath—
creating new seed
from featherless ashes—
new tributaries of thirsty veins
rousing Terra—
rescuing her from her dark dream
of compost and mulch
to fructify a new tomorrow
Fresh as a Rose
how refreshing
those times when the world
offroads thru another prism door
to refract a breath of newness
engendering feelings
a child sometimes feels—
and for that twinkling
I am a kid again
Gaia
with each breath
blows
a spectrum of Life—
her nose and cheek
powder’d
with another day—
while at night
a rainbow of grays
arise
from sleepless dreams
Symmetry Stopover
where two worlds
to her be but one
bridges their embrace
to new mix’d bags
of adventure
Bartender
Magician
with a Hat full of Spirits—
th’ Eyes and Ears
of th’ Ups and Downs
either from man’s Heart
or from tilapia’s Tongue—
He is the Memory of the Day
till even beyond Last Call
always Today
should Tomorrow waylay thee
with whispers from my Heart
‘tis but an Echo
adrift upon our mystic orb
from Night’s other side
ne’er to be lost
home schooling
Mom’s experience
must be follow’d faithfully
her years to succeed
Merry Christmas, Everyone!
point of view
Heaven’s reflection
examining creation
through different light
