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In the ink-stained nebula
this the course of the abyss
light as in eternity
there are the ones
who were taken
within the sacrifice
their hearts beat serene
these roads to the stars
are an empty conveyance
I tell you this
it is a trick of the light
now servants of the void
I hear you say quietly
were they sculpted by night?
were they cast from stone?
my friend, my friend
this dusty reliance
on faith as it suits you
yet still we shall not perish

Within the depths of my being
I feel a love for Beauty
Beauty is awe inspiring
and praise invoking

During a quiet moment
on some deserted spot of nature
my soul rises
from this earthly plane
to celestial heights
the mind is at peace
and the soul communicates
with some mysterious cosmic power
that is so pure
so beautiful
and so overwhelming
that to me
it is absolute

In such moments
I feel
so helpless
so insignificant
my soul is lost
within this mysterious realm
whose magnitude fills the universe
for now I am just a part
of this mysterious consciousness

In such moments
I probe my logical mind
-my scientific mind;
I explore my upbringing
and psychological background
to test the validity
of this consciousness
but they are all silent
It is as if this is a domain
so convincing in itself
that logic stands helpless

Feelings reign supreme then
-such intense feelings:
peace generating
and beauty creating
that self is overwhelmed
by its magnitude
Ego is defeated
and the soul is set free
-completely free
from every thing
that binds it
on this earthly plane
for I become a part
and yet the whole
of this mystery
-a paradox in itself

Is this truth
-Absolute Truth?

would you say it's o.k.
If I fooled you in all aspects of everyway.
Made you vote for me... represent you... even cared for you...
Would it matter if I chattered some truth in my youth.
Probably not.
I wish it was funny.

We sit on the silver back of midnight
a haze in from the Aleutians
where God left a twist
of scale and immensity
with the moon hanging surely
above the creaking dock
timbers dry and seasoned
we cast lines into the wake
and drink from the home-made wine
under the mighty canopy
we are star fueled
philosophy flows
while the crabs scuttle
along the shoreline

The first light of a new day
Near in the middle of June
Even the mating birds song
Is muffled in a softer tune

Bright promise of summer day
Still hidden away will stay
Cloudy skies laden with grey
Misty fog out over the bay

Wind is calm and a little chill
Even the distant church bell
Muted by a heavy air so still
Rings the entire town in a spell

The long drought is finally over
The dust is washed from the earth
Looking out over fields of clover
Softly falls the rain giving birth

Ripple of water cascades
follows the river bank
ebbs and flows the jagged rocks
cascades down burrows

From simple flows the stream
widens and flows
sounds of water cascades
Down waterfalls power and surge

sound fill ones hears
to the waging roar
water cascades
descends to the cool waters below
sound silent water flows
fish pool and swim below

The river descends it onward flow to open sea

The purple petals darken in the gloaming;-
In their flowered elegance, belles' dresses,
Fall in a slowly darkling Summer night;-
To the fecund loamy softness of the earth;
Where the purpleness dissolves into the air;-
And creatures stir.

Soft velvet carpet, clear Summer skies;-
Stars circle above, in the black eternal vault,
Mysterious. A full moon shimmy-shines,
It's radiant silver, to shower the trees.

Sparkle stars, hours pass, soft dawn encroaches;-
Diffuse flower fragrance kisses the sunrise;
Crystal dew drops refracting tiny rainbows;
And soft mist, from the ladies' purple dresses.



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My frozen world becomes broken in time
Splinters of beauty does cracklin' ice bring
Those gentle clinks of a muffled wind chime
Wintered valley hear a tolling bell ring

Smokey steam rises from a running brook
Drifts lazily through a dark barren branch
Across the sleeping woods might be forsook
Iced o'er water making the earth's blood stanch

Depart these last days of winter sublime
Water turning vapor before my eyes
Restless as spirits will rise in their time
Ghostly apparitions we need surmise

Castawaya dreams imaginary
Exist either whole or fragmentary

The sun kissed West
In romance dressed
The home of the summer snows
Where the wily camp bird builds it's nest
In the land where the cowgirl grows.

The rope keeps time
To the hoof beats rhyme
And the tanning breeze that blows
From youth to age man's at his prime
In the land where the cowgirl grows.

There circle race
And fall to place
As the lariat she throws
Across the blue flit clouds of lace
In the land where the cowgirl grows.

She's blithe and brown
She fears no town
And laughs wherever she goes
It's there they help the man that's down-
In the land where the cowgirl grows.

They sing by rote
And swear by note
In the home of the sun's repose;
But it's ladies first, when they go to ride
In the land where the cowgirl grows.

If you really want to please her
Present a bouquet of
freesia
Purple, orange, pink and white
Delicate petal delight
Heavenly aroma
Uplifts my heart
God's creation
A work of art
So when I'm poorly
Don't give me
Milk of magnesia
If you wish to please me
A bouquet of freesia