risenstarfall

risenstarfall
listens to none
yet speaks to
all

for love

for love wherever
we are is
a palace
we dwell
within our
heartbeats
a realm
complete

so clear

so clear i see
so far
behind
ahead
horizon
...
oh never mind

wreathed

around my heart
the green and red
embraced by colorsong
instead.

to rest like leaves

to rest like leaves
upon where they fall
no questions asked
none at all.
no answers tormenting
no worries no fears
no regrets late
lamenting
no time
for
tears.

sparkling pretties

when by night

my inner dark

seeks the light,

i feel your

spark

my heart, to feel

my heart,
to feel
the many things
the spectrum
of human
imaginings.

new anced

side by side
we change
refrain.
time is motion
and motion is
not the
same.

we stand

we stand in autumn
cacophony
our colors
a sight
and symphony.

differedus

We are different in many ways

but to the earth seas sky and ground

we are all bound

upon

upon this  lifescape I make my stand
not ready to depart
this changing land
I am one of the last
my friends are dying
or have already died
while a few of us
are still trying.

re: borne

every day be we content or by conflict torn,
we have a new chance and we are reborn

i am of clouds

I am of clouds
a space between
the walls
I do not
comprehend

i see the sunheart

I see the sunheart
the sends out the
love part
the where it begins
the where it ends
the realm of the real
in the world of
pretend.

we are the ones...repost

we are the ones

we are the ones who
are differently abled
but our hearts are...
without a flaw.
we are the ones
without our sight,
our hearing
or perhaps missing
feathers, or
a leg and paw.
we are the ones
who time has
taken
into its bittersweet fold.
we are the ones,
sometimes forsaken.
because we are
not perfect
or we are old.
yet love we do
without conditions
and with a world
of glee,
so will you take us
will you grace us
with your loving, kind
company

oui

this life we together we travel

we revel

we unravel

if a world of

in a world of pretty
she wished she dwelled
far away and yet so near
to all that she loved
all that she held dear

in dreams, she walked

in dreams,
she walked
when life,
so hard.
her head amongst
the flowers
above the trees.
she floated.

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what love

love is what bind us heart to heart and soul to soul.
love heals

the hurts the pain
and it is love that makes us whole.

the stark

there is a lushness
within the stark
if you listen
you will hear
all the colors

lifespent

beginning
middle
or end
life is best
when one
has friends.

love

love from every cell and pore
love again...
then love
some
more.

my heart, to you

my heart to you
i bring what i believe
the words i speak
the words, still silent
the life i have lived
the one i wish to
live with you
the world as it is
and what it should be,
too.

there is, but

there is,
but no
or yes
i guess
the joy of fall
then winter's
call
the sounds of spring
with summers reply
there is but this
she said
with a
sigh

rape

rape.
there has been much written and spoken about rape and sexual abuse since the bill cosby story. now with harvey weinstein and his multitude of offenses, there is more.
rape is as old as man. rape is used as a weapon of war. rape is used as a means to subjugate and control. rape is sex as battering ram...
...

anyone who forces him/herself on another person, or species, imagines themselves as omnipotent and all powerful, when in actuality they are the miniscule, powerless lower than lows.
many victims stay quiet, out of fear...fear of retribution, fear of being blamed. some of us were just too young and had nowhere to turn. others are of species that do not communicate with the spoken language.
rape will never disappear from the human landscape...but we have the power, as individuals, and as a group, to call out those who continue to rape. to call out those who enable rape. to call out those who turn away and deny.
but we should never blame the victims. this blame game is the rapists best friend.
our strength lies in our commitment to help others, to provide support for those in need and to shut down those who harm...together we can make a dent and each little dent added to another little dent...
a sinkhole for all rapists to drown in!!!
thank you for taking the time to read this

bushywhooosh

little busywhooosh

held onto this tree...

laughing as he said

to himself,

I can see them

but they cannot see

me.

the floating

the floating starts

when landfall seems

more of a nightmare

than

a

dream

add infin-eye-tum

add infin-eye-tum
the glorious chaos
the unending joy
of imagination.

tendril quiet

tendril, quiet
as tranquility
drips down

a ditty for pretty

a ditty for pretty
that simply exist
would be quite the
pity
if this pretty
were
missed.

we were hippies

we were by stars, dusted
golden
by ideals,
emboldened.
now in reality sinks
and it really
stinks!!!

bowed

to love we bow
our heads and hearts
to love that heals
instead of pulling
apart.
to love and its
wisdom
often not spoken
that makes a whole
out of the sad
and the  broken.
that

finds a speck of joy
in landscapes, bare.
to love that knows
when we need it
and is
always
there.

heal

we heal
we move forward.
we follow our
heartsongs.

immerse yourself...repost

immerse yourself

in whatever season

you may be....

the season that is

most beautiful,

is the one in

your company.

bugzilla

when the imagination is on the run
a bug on a car window
can turn into...
so much fun

world animal day

world animal day
October four.
need reasons for joy
here is one more!

evers

Lost in the evers,

not nows

and whenevers

harmo-need

do we stand together for a minute or so,

or this time can we not let the harmony go

so simple

so simple,
the rose
in its usual
pose.

lossed

we may lose the ones we love,
as heaven bound they go.
but in our hearts forever,

a place they know as home

by

by hate we fall.
with love,
we
rise!