I Keep Moving..It's Just One More Stop-

Early morning
Raindrops in my coffee
My pig..
She don't like
Grounds
Mixed in her slop
Franks diving

&
The fish are biting
Jesse.. he's just
Hunting for goat
But I keep moving
On to the back..
It's just one more stop-

My dog's scratching
She's got no fleas?
Bones are aching
My minds in a fog
Well I slipped
On my rear
Went over a log
Now I keep moving
On to the back..
Just one more stop-

Now I started
Wondering
About all this pain
To think..
Those mushrooms
Back
When I took um.. (don't do it no more)
Was all for fun?
Well I got a little lost
In some sort
Of time warp..
Wasn't sure
I was my Mother
Or if I was really
My Father..
Never quite figured
This one out? (that's not exactly true)
But I keep moving
On to the back..
Just one more stop-

It's Not About Skin..It's In The Blood

For O.S.I. Prompt- Word
Blood
In heavy labor
I'd conceived
In that season
My Spirit
Jumped the tracks
Tender eyes
While they were raised
Watched
A new formation
Yet mine,
Were often glazed

We, like seedlings
Scattered,
Growing in the garden
Flowers budding
Lean towards the sun

It goes beyond blackness
It goes beyond whiteness
For it's either Able
Or the Spirit of Cane
Cause your just not
Paying,
Race no honor-

Our lungs, energized
With the power of this world
Youth
Like seedlings scattered
Gazes back, it's the same
In stature, as one another
Lacking foresight
And often wisdom
To set things right

Our Spirit
Pumps the blood
Runs through our veins
Red is the color
From whence
We devour our brother

It goes beyond blackness
It goes beyond whiteness
For it's either Able
Or the Spirit of Cane
Cause your just not
Paying,
Race no honor-

The Son of Man
It's been proclaimed
Upon the earth
Where He'd been slain
Covered under darkness
Raised
The chief Cornerstone
And if we were but,
To look upon-
Our mortal souls
He would transform-

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Meme Prompt From Crazy 8's (the Write Girl)..via September Mom

Lovers On The Vine

Two lovers grew
Along the vine
One's just given
The other time

Home alone
He bites his lip..
Contemplating
How to lower that bar?


Not too far
Beside the other vine
One has flown
With a bleeding heart


Now content
And home alone
She's found a way
To raise that bar-

The Rhythm To This Journey

So God Must Be A Song..

Outside enchanted,
I heard a sound
A beat steady, an sure
The rhythm to this journey

So God must be a song-
Awakening an orchestra within
Consistent,
Like the roar of a train
Leading us ahead-
Somewhere...
On a path we cannot see,
That splits for a time-
As rocks divide the waters-
Along a rushing stream

Then in harmony we're connected
Like a thread, we intertwine-
Softly and eerily
He pulls us in
By a current that chants
The language of love and truth..

And though the pain hold us an anchor,
Still, on an on He weaves-
Spins us together as gold,
His instruments-soldered into Him
Into what He once bore

Though crushed and broken,
We're poured out-
To the rhythm of a hymn
In the song of His suffering and praise-

In the storm
Beaten
We begin,
Just mere etches
In stone

The word
Forged
Through our adversity
Becomes
Our language
Poured out of
Earthen vessels..

Bright Is The Hope

For Simply Snickers Challenge- blue, bright bring


Blue
Is what I play
When I'm caught
In an undertow

Bright
Is the hope I have
In the blood that flows..
Don't have to tarry below

Bring
He's only asking
For my heart
Got no rings to jump through..

I Listened

For O.S.I. Prompt-Listening
(I couldn't get close enough..anywho, when you enlarge it, you'll see)

Morning silhouette
I could hear it too-
A Cardinal's hymn
High above a crooked limb
Squinting, entranced-
To the first
Sunny day this Spring

Sparrows and Java Finches
Zigzagged
Through fruit &
Forested tree
Noontime sun
Brown leaves
Tumbled like dice
Across my path..
Soft crumpled paper...

Black Wood Bee
Nearly grazed my cheek
So I stood there-
While honey bees circled

Lehua blossoms fell
Like confetti
Through a sky of blue
Dusted
In palest red -

My NDE

Note: This is a follow up to NDE-the backdrop and really, a depiction of what was happening around me..you could say in two different realms -(back to back) but manifested itself here in this particular event? Honestly, I hesitated to blog this on account of the references to hell - as I'm not into "hell & damnation"..(in the sense of bopping anyone over the head)- It is what it is though..so what the hell? Ha -Thanks
 
"There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven— A time to give birth and a time to die;...A time to weep and a time to laugh" Eccl 1:1-4

There I was with the devil On a high hill

Overlooking that grave

Late evening approaching

And I could feel the breeze blowing through my hair

Then I turned my head

But it was my future son

We were staring down upon his fathers tomb

Visions passed from nether worlds

Looking out aghast from a bank

On into an abyss of souls like a flood

Grasping at him..helpless

Lost in an orgy, bodies intertwined, gnashing

Beyond my reach

One thing I understood he- would not be there..

Nor would he be there to care for my boys

Then I found myself alone

I could hear a rushing sound

A mighty wind

Looking up towards the sky I saw reapers gathering

From the four corners of the earth

These angels swooped down

They'd come to separate the wheat from the chaff

Placing them in bundles

That's when I looked over

*

I recognized it was He- Jesus

Walking through these earthly fields

A towering figure dressed in white

His appearance oddly- a celestial void, reduced to the earthy Raw..but undeniably prophetic

Accompanied by a few

He looked out as they passed mortality

From the left to the right
He determined..

Yet I only saw brown fields

Every pore

 Soaked up words unspoken

Though I knew it all came down

To where He'd find us standing

 *

Then, it was as if I awoke

In the middle of a dessert

Uninhabited, deserted

Utterly alone -like some ancient Roman ruins

This empty backdrop

In tones of reddish brown-

Stark against an endless blue

Then sinking down through every fiber

Heavy like lead when the spirit's left the shell

Penetrating my being- the reality of life as I knew it-

Exactly what it felt like

An unmistakable void- Without the love God

***

Fast foreword- I conceived later that year to a healthy baby boy. Then approximately two years later, I gave birth to his brother. Their father, my husband passed away when he was just a mere 2 months old.