Why do Autumn Leaves Fall?

They pass. From one season to the next encompassing the circle.

The circle that never gives.

Everlasting, like that rock you once threw that skipped along the water; and upon ripples your dreams fogged up into some reality.

And then, stop.  The lily pad stopped it. Where frogs lie and sweep their flies.

And the end to a beginning is the fathom.

What beauty in disintegration.

What life in so called death.

What hope after a long cold winter and a lone flower blooms; her name is hope.

She lies deep within us all.

Silence is Golden

Beyond multiplicities upon layers of stringent (often) noise; lies as within green pastures and therefore beside them; a realm with peace. A fog of restraint.

Breath; stillness; what golden things are valued for or as.

A mystical essence of price, value or worth; but, get this, this is within the Kingdom where freedom reigns.

Enjoy.

Sound

Ping! you witness the chimes of endless dynasties lying in waiting upon starless nights' lovers' delight's.

Moves you to formations of mountain like crystals of dreams become reality.

Floating upon oceans of tears rowing toward your endless sunrises.

That moon flows deeper; into your soul; and captures you; now a fugitive never to be free to fly upon the wings of hearts again;

Yet; falling stars equalling wishful thinking begin to sweep into and within your heart's race toward your vision of life; and faith doth prevail.

Destiny does it's thing and you will love again.

Forgotten Fields

Forgotten field where we once gazed upon starry nights…where only grace filled creatures roam…leaving their tracks across my brokeness.

I hope as a helium balloon they will heal the wrinkles crunched in time that  are like a rampant torrent will filled storm destroying me, then the awesomeness of the light penetrates the darkness fervently in my shatteredness like a broken glass, rises hope as the fog that I can too.

Even if its just with grace.

Why are the Best not recognized as the Best?

Why champagne filled nights and starlit fantasies of fame?

Because you are the best?

Ponder the dandelion or the crow…

Do they not remain in dominance, yet you disregard them.

Survival makes champions.

The Panic of Romance

Heartbeats; drum beats leave as do the falling leaves.

As animals we panic; life will never be as delightful as before.

Our blood; that holds all our secrets veins and purges and we concentrate absolutely on love.

Our pulse indicates our fervor.

Heartache; perhaps…but we live to live.  Our imprint will not dissipate into some swamp.

But, it will lie upon a beautiful lily pad and house  the orchestra of frogs and engulf the joy of the children; our reproduction which capture and captivate them.

Blooming

That intricate seed of embers ye ears have not seen as they remain mysteries.

Begins; like a sweet sap oozing as foreign tears down a weeping tree.

And - with some ginger sympathy lying within the science of liquid and light - an opening creeps apart and a champion is born.

It's heart pounds; and the art of you as the idea parades.

Petals arouse you and starlight is held within your palms.

Work is final as destiny sees fit.

And forever is as forever does…forever.

Hopeless Romance

Is the scent of the ruling flower unsanctified?

Do falling stars and our hearts' deepest rivers no longer hail?

Am I to believe throughout all of my destiny that my heart's desire is a desolate cave of skeletons?

I see the sun set on my horizon and clutch to my own brokenness that a flicka is all I need…again.

Good vs. Evil

Ever feel like you are enthralled in bombisms of obscure, unsure and unsurpassable riddles of life's words, actions and suits?

The outcome; like the majesty that floats above like arks over the Grand Canyon; we are shaped.

Distorted, deformed; and/or & too we become the Rose and Lily's of our own valleys.

Choose your valleys as a road map  to your heart.

Broken Bones Heal When You Set Them Right

Destruction; multiplications of ruin with unforeseen sanity.

Storms that leave you with starless nights…rising from putrid gutters and catching that luxury of one; just one newborn falling star resides on you.

A symbol of strength, merit and honor.

Always wear it with pride; let it shine to radiate you into righteousness once again; once upon a time.

Be grateful for it presence; your lucky star and the power to be an exception. The exception to the unacceptability of the rules made by ruthless and uncommon dark men.

Direction

I am tortured by winds…

Because they change your essences, your course that  causes  compasses or sirens to rear and I most unfortunately learn.

Sunsets are a mix that neva lets me down.

Words are so venial.  Actions speak louder  than grammy award winning artists sing.

I have heard oceans roar.

I have died.

More than once.