something...
- (outdoor quartets)...
a pair of lips blew built-in whistles...
while their wind soon moved four chimes... :)
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- (mother-earthen-wear's original verses)...
born into a worldly storm...
the rage ain't over yet...
winds may shift... tides might change...
but there's more we're gonna get!...
gotta batten down the hatches...
to forget there's no escape...
figure on... then draw it out...
we're greater than our fate...
feed reward with disregard...
no heed to dark clouds brewing...
live for when the sun peeks through...
and struggle in our doing...
still crawling towards the future...
stuck in weather from the past...
the eye of every torrent sky...
creeps by our sight so fast!...
mother earth is busy...
her father lets her know...
"the children just won't listen!...
...didn't i tell you so!"...
~~~
(this planet can support human beings...
but it can’t physically tolerate so much greed)...
( some humans don't know how to think any better ...
than to keep thinking that the way they think now is okay)...
~~~
- (
record company blues)...
they represent an artist...
whose music rings of truth!...
they'll put his tunes on an audio disc...
and their fair play on hold at the same time too!...
~~~
- (a sunday breeze)...
a sunday breeze swept by this eve...
and swooped me for a ride...
past wild blossoms blooming...
in the windowbox outside!...
then over grassy swaying tips...
o f taller green stalks growing...
(they seemed happy not to hear...
that roaring sound of mowing!)...
we scooted 'round the trunks of trees...
and swooned to upper limbs...
then held the hands of leaves and danced...
'neath angels' branching wings!...
we climbed the pine wood phone line poles...
and joined sweet chirping birds...
curling toes to balance on...
long tight ropes near their perch! ...
high wire led us onto peaks...
of tapered tile rooftops...
down their slanting groove we slid...
to land where rain spouts drop!...
we somersaulted into yards...
with children hard at play...
watching kids do double-takes...
as glee ref illed each face!...
we skipped along an old dirt road...
and stirred up magic dust...
that coated critters' tails. ..
while they scurried home with nuts!...
th is trail found its way upon...
quaint shores around a lake...
we waded in and tickled waves...
which quickened up their pace!...
a flock of geese took off in flight...
and aimed us towards the sky...
what a joy to sail beside...
tho se feathers soaring high!...
they soon grew into shadows...
as the sun had gone to bed...
i begged the breeze to stay with them...
but it blew me home instead!...
~~~
- (economy's starving hardship)...
- economy's starving hardship...
and some more excessive greed...
depletes the source that feeds it!...
~
- (we flew with the sky)...
( we flew with the sky into mother earth's arms...
our hearts soaring high as her soul opened wide...
over red steeple pillars pouring stone down their mountainsides...
through tall tre e -lined parasols shading valleys with charm...
under billowing balconies holding clouds in that moment...
where creation still unveils mother nature's fine art!)...
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- (decisions to make)...
assorted decisions sit on top of his workbench...
strewn in various stages... under different intents...
some nearly finished... a few just begun...
from earnest endeavors to plain harmless fun!...
close by lay those implements for things he creates...
they're used to complete these decisions he makes...
between full contemplation and a long golden rule...
stands a wide range of input from all types of tools!...
there's a meter to monitor his heart and his soul...
and more mental utensils to plug in overall...
with adjustable gadgets that fit mindset sizes...
and snap into place as the brain realizes!...
in a corner hang tools which look almost brand new...
he strives not use them for the harm they can do...
violence and greed and unfairness among them...
stay as far out of reach as the day malice hung them!...
he'd made this decision one time i dropped by...
to let other people see how hard he tries...
so i watched him decide on an issue in view...
before i fell into line at my own workbench too!...
~~~
-
from one human to another...
how quickly an earth full of people can forget that we're all each just a human being...
a planet sustains us while every brain on it loses some of their own human common bond...
becoming living renditions of ideas caught between walls of space created by thought...
where basic states of awareness get lost in man - made homelands of contradiction!...
~~~
- boy in church...
a young boy sits in a pew on sunday...
surrounded by words from the preacher...
quoting some lines in an old sacred book...
about a man who was life's greatest teacher!...
he perks up his ears when they happen to hear...
"pray not ye in churches and streets"...
while looking around he just can't help but see...
crowded aisles of floorboard and feet!...
"treasures of earth are worthless" he hears...
as the preacher continues to read...
leaving the child still puzzled about...
that new furniture the church says it needs!...
the savior spoke of "the narrow way...
and the few of those who find it"...
reminding the youngster of last sunday's sermon...
with a pledge for more members behind it!...
then voices join in as the choir begins...
"the church's one foundation"...
folks rise out loud and he's wondering how...
it creates all these congregations?...
the sermon hangs on climbing far off the course...
of those words that the preacher first read...
leaving awareness with no understanding...
in the mind of the little boy's head...
time finally arrives for the offering hymn...
where plates of collection and thanks...
lead the boy to question again...
if they'll fill bigg er piggy banks?...
an hour of worship tones down its late bell...
while that lad dwindles towards the door...
hoping the preacher won't shake hands so hard...
like he did each week before!...
~~~
-
i am not... i am...
i am neither great nor weak...
if you need your proficient collar wetted...
with tears of helpless dismay...
or to have a brush touch your feeble heart...
and whitewhite your darkness away...
i pass you by...
i am not the past nor the future...
however bold or lonely or gay...
is your feeling from memory...
whatever hope or despair or change...
foresees your hereafter to be...
it is not me...
i am neither success nor failure...
you will not see me among the who's who...
of expensive recognition...
nor among penniless pushers addicted to...
their empty exposition...
i am not... i am...
i live beneath the bustle of life...
when daybreak peeks over the hill...
i live in the bath of dew-dripped grass...
under life's window sill...
i live in the line the sun does touch...
when it travels to the west...
i live amid the rays of shade...
the trees give me to rest...
i live beyond the shadows cast...
from lonely harbor lights...
i live amid the sight to stars...
in the vastness of the night...
i am the stillness in the soul...
when no thoughts do interfere...
i am the breath of spiritude...
when there's nothing to adhere...
you find me when you look no more...
for a treasure to behold...
for only in instance of innocence...
does my cloak in protection unfold!...
~~~
-
some at common dreams...
if your biggest reason coming here is mainly feeding ego trips...
and your knowledge base still needs to bite another hand that feeds its face...
while you line up with a plate you hold so firmly in your brain-sized grip...
then where is it that ya placed the common dreams that help this human race?...
did ya let 'em fall to grab the napkin cloth you store for ways and means?...
or drop them hot beneath a pot of gravy trained intelligence...
that leaves a lump run down a chin to stumble over someone seen...
as far too dumb or poor or sick for common dreams of yours to sense...
what is it that those taste buds crave to wave their tongue toward high iq's?...
and snub the nose at hungry mouths who wait each day in floods or drought...
while full degrees get ready to debate new terms on menu views...
missing common dreams that wisdom ordered up for take-out...
how your countenance stirs growls around the head chefs of a government...
who use your same slick gimmicks pitting wits against the status quo...
yet still you fail to see your own no matter where you smell your scent...
it must belong to someone else with common dreams too bland to know...
you pat each other on the back like chimney stacks that stoke the ego...
then whet perception's appetite by passing down your judgment call...
but all the time you're so engrossed you never see your thoughts up close...
to notice which ingredient squeezes common dreams to pulp...
do your analyzing book ends cover things behind a center stage...
which never looks beyond your own reflection for an audience?...
watching as you chomp on foam that blows a selfish mental gauge...
then spitting it for common dreams to clean at their expense...
will your cherished mind soon realize talk won't work well without action?...
nor rest upon those laurels conning notions sown in know-it-all ground...
where roots and stalks grow long and tall but fruit itself is lacking...
as it mostly just shows common dreams how smart a thought can sound...
will you lend a hand to help a land of people help to fix themselves?...
or are your motives busy primping i and me and mine...
can your interests open simple doors for more than just a spoiled self...
and give some common dreams the chance to stand first in that line!...
~~~
- phone charges...
toll free let the battery set another current charge...
for its future operator using two prong calling cards...
a copper-wired land-line running yards around this home...
gave recent mutes the boot reviving voices through my phone...
the dial tone burst forth from underneath a silent shroud...
opening up its mouthpiece for a louder beeping sound...
numbers sang staccato notes with buttons amplified...
as a melody spread out onto a distant mobile vibe...
two folks continued talking far across a country's span...
hitching thoughtful thumbs to be picked up and understand...
but their length of time for travel rides grew shorter all the while...
as one handset engine's battery pack leaked fuel tank juice for miles!...
after an hourly refill transmission engaged those wheels again ...
putting communication back on track towards further things...
but only long enough to drain more minutes from a charge...
and now it's down to less than ten on any calling cards!...
~~~