Poetry
This section shows some of my poetry, even in my own hand.
Finally (for now) because, as you'll see, ideas are sketched in pencil.. Is art really ever done?
Or do we just run out of time..
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Tread Warily
Walks About
Probably Me..
Probably Me
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The Mono-Chromatic Road
Walking along this wooded road, not too far from my abode,
A realization occurred to me to visualize the scene I see -
A connection between my stroll up and back this well worn path and music when melody does lack.
A walk one direction along this way is a chromatic scale for an instruments' say;
Back a different look than forth, the road twice as long as only North.
But when I look from side-to-side, and up and down beside my stride,
The scales like music do appear, my visualization much more clear.
The rhythm of awareness surges as melodies of music emerges.
My steps aligning with this reassigning of awarenesses along my way -
My direction propensity, not uniformity, from which vision may finally see what is heard as melody,
The music of my walk along, now not a scale, but a favorite song.
Rapture Delight
Dropping the Shackles of Time
When we're born into eternity -
Will your branch
Thrive in The Light?
Use your chance
To avoid your plight:
Fruit burned in the bright -
Just choose to do right
This very night
In angels sight,
Before morning light.
Soar above height -
Aliens in flight!
Now dressed in white!
Escaping dead blight,
Eyes open tight.
Beholding God's might!
Not yet. Not quite.
Rapture Delight.