.done.
every project in my house i finish
every room that comes out perfect
every detail big as the roof, small as the perfect night light
every check on the list
one step closer to done.
every morning i wake early
every letter of the book i digest
every chain reference reaching into my own life
every check on the list
one step closer to done.
every day i get through it
every moment i keep myself in
every opportunity i give to others from my own
every check on the list
one step closer to done.
every kindness i offer
every love i freely give
every time i step away from myself
every check on the list
one step closer to done.
always but not all ways 17
he loved her as she was
and she was
she fell in love with him at the first
as she was
in that moment he was her whole world
and she was
and time stops
and she does
and anything she can make perfect outside of failing love
she does
creating is easier
than failing
which she does
and never does time stop long enough for her to right things
just because
and she listened to small voices for what to do
just because
the whole world ended as 'fixing' was finding the way in
and then hope died
as it sometimes does
and like locked in syndrome of emotion
she was
and he was gone
but she was
and time still went on
and she does
so after a short more moment of life
she decided
just because ...
to reach out
with untied shoe laces
looking down at them
as if she was
just to trade it all
to get back to
what was
try for a time, than just accept unlocked; as it
a skeleton key
i had to find it
for my own locks
formed for me and given freely
called by name to even be gifted it
but 'life' was more precious
and doors locked
made for hallways much more easy to navigate
unwittingly i locked all true precious and goodness away
with the same key
loosing it
what is something to understand about the hidden
is it's power once found
destructive
healing
we pick
and if we can not fix- we can seek
we CAN
seeking means trusting
means handing over the key
carefully
or the rooms start locking back
and if you are not careful
the become sealed
but-
if in good faith
you gently
set it on the table
pass it across the conversation
hoping for one more click
one last door to open
and it may not
it may not
whatever you do
don't force it
because you will loose it again
and time passes quickly
if you must- be the shrew
the shrew with the key
When leaves show their undersides, be very sure that rain betides
like the moon in the early afternoon
awesome, hanging there - massive hidden in plain sight
hidden in the day
in it's own darkness
even when surrounded by light
a breath
taken for granite
not even noticed enough to dismiss
or care about
until it escapes and can not be caught
the things we care so little to notice
collectively
attention aimed at actual nothingness; noise
screaming, ranting, raging, and writhing
only to talk about it later
with friends or family
in furnished homes with running water
and food
men stood smiling for cameras
as nuclear winds blew threw them
as bombs went off around them
as their friends lay dying and screaming
for posterity to be impressed
--- voices not recorded off camera giving instruction on emotion... and refrain
watch it now when instead of an endorsement those films were of men; of boys
what else are we ignoring?
things we chose not to see until forced to
the cicada are coming
the eclipse is moving through space
the buildings are falling
the fields are burning
anything good on Netflix?
should you be reading this, i do hope you enjoy the book as much as i did
should you be a stranger i should say
if you knew me, if i was shaken from the pages, please donate the book from which i fell
if you are stirred by this- read this book before passing it on
or at least that is what i would do
(yes, that was on purpose)
if you miss me it will pass
you will only think of me with things that make you laugh
i know that and it was what i enjoyed most in life next to Jesus- making you laugh
i kept very few things in my life-
my last bit of advice- things mean nothing, and weigh you down with what some call 'nostalgia' but it is all just greed; things and time
you can not have everything all the time, yesterday is not actually here if you tuck it away
... when you are older you will realize more that living in the present is the only way to actually be 'living'
when you continue to capture and save the past, you are worshiping something dead
be clean, be neat, be minimal - living exists there, everything else is mud
if you are missing someone
that emotion is something you are hanging on to and does nothing for the person you loved, no matter your faith or belief if grief is shaping you negatively- they whom you grieve not only do not care but are completely unaware, so if possible... be happy in your life and do not dwell on things that can not be changed, but instead change the things you never want to dwell on
... known to you or not, when i was 'here' I loved. i loved through my career, which started as service in someway or another to others before i even finished grade school ... i was only happy to be there when i was helping the least of these, the forgotten and those who were like me, less---- and be assured i am much happier now
you can throw this away, or place it in something you unhitch from yourself in this life so to be a bit more free- but whatever you do, please do not keep this- it is nothing if it is only kept
cement charming
the sunset can be beautiful
the way the bike makes the world pass by - magical
captivation can grab you up and hold you tight
its not a forever captivation
not if the road ends, you tire, darkness falls
or potholes explode into the journey
all life is like this- something grabs you up and lifts you
until it does not
then you are just slammed to the ground with less time and more trust issues
skinned knees and bruised interest
cement charming