Face Value!

Remember glistening off the coast of marvelous…
Giving away best intentions to any passerby?
da Vinci captured your mystery for all to see
In the eye of his Beholder, was beauty for his travesty.
You are the dreaming vagabonds over hills to mountains free!
A distributor of wavelength symphony, harmonic energy!
Your voice of laughter hums the drums too sympathetic quietly.
Oh dear smile
Won’t you laugh for your own warmths company?
Don’t abandon yourself over some things not meant to be.
Think of all their hard work, yet the Buzz of the honey bees
There is nothing more sweeter than “the forest for the trees”!
Smile!
Curl each end of your making
Share with the world everyone’s priceless virtue,
Gleam your best defense for the taking,
Mona Lisa,
Leonardo knew The Secret of face value!
Myth*.
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Sand Travelers

We are ~
Sifting through sands of time in search of our destiny’s
Life’s open door leads to where we are meant to be
Sweet Jesus the path of crossroads curls behind me,
Be still my heart in hope, timeless future bring us harmony!
We are pedestrians, vulnerable to crossing very thin lines
Where fate can be habitual, with karma ready to bind,
But the sun, and the moon, then stars, they rhyme
Sands in crackling hourglass glow heavenly divine!
We are ~
Sand travelers, still learning to walk softly within the strain
Less incorrigible sandblasting, less unwanted blame
If only we could rest awhile in one another’s pain
Paths we cross when future comes, might never be the same!
Myth*.
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Thank you so very much for reading my poems.
Be safe in the world!

Infamous Ruby Reds

Numerous times in death’s war zone, helpless.

Stripped down to the harshness of moments too soon

Watching loved ones die,

Not everyone gets to come home again!

Time nagged on about sunshiny days

Or drowning in sorrows

And why take a chance on tomorrow’s  no guarantee?

“A river is deep, but an ocean is shallow”

On my own, with the infamous ruby reds

With skies still blue, what to do? What to do?

So I clicked my heels and fell in love with the world …

Inviting my nature to dance!

Anguish never had a chance to hold me down.

No! Not this time …

Though that was years ago.

I kicked off those ruby red slippers

And I ran with my loved ones deep within my heart

I ran all the way home into my life!

Chilled to the bones rattled my chains and I broke free!

Free to give the love that had been given to me

Free to pass down the ruby slippers –

By those who won’t be coming home,

Free to love this life, this world,

And the fragile I fuse

To remember that I am not alone!

Myth*.

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Voices

Dear Ghosts Of The Past,
What must it feel like to drift through echoes of lost love …
Over an over, an over again!?
What comforts you when every last minute keeps coming!?
Do you dive into the depths of our unused spaces and cry?
Do you sit at the gates of Hell with no one who cares to tell …
How time is the true Reaper and Punisher?
How many hours do you have to find a future that has a chance?
The future was the world’s first born innocent.
The bundle of joy that no one ever seems to recognize.
And how many screams do you silence with every truth you find?
And how many truths do you bury alive before you go blind!?
Dear Ghosts Of The past,
Do you ever wonder why you are the ones who are truly left behind
While we go forward with choices?
Maybe this is the answer that comforts you …
With every last minute that finds you 
We still hear your voices!
Myth*.
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Thank you so very much for reading.
Be safe in the world!

No’ Bother …

Dear Winnie the Pooh and Charlie Brown too,
Long live everything sweet and honey!
Innocence has robbed you completely of nothing,
Twice sweet as pie and kites higher than high
I do so recall, maybe wasn’t at all …
When all that mattered was something!?
Such was much and most heartfelt
When Father stopped time for a notch in his belt
What I thought, I thunk, I think, I may …
What you dear Winnie and Charlie might say …
To woke or wake each same, each day
No turbulent, non brilliant, to take you away,
Neither two, two you, to fiddle that ponder,
Innocence holds no grievance, and certainly no bother!?
Coattails of everlasting colors and fun
Where anything wonderful comes never undone,
It is us in your hummings and cartwheeling ways,
Lingering in your innocence of our once yesterdays,
Dear Winnie the Pooh and Charlie Brown too,
What became of us, in you will remain!
Myth*.
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