A mind nourished, taught what it will surely be,
taught of my environments, my person,
my personalities and is molded, a duplicate of me.

Along life’s way. a happening, a melding
comes knocking at the door of the mind
that is clear, clean, free, no restrictions,
obligation, responsibility, that is a duplicate of me.

It is here a loss is reached,
as my pure nourishment is breached,
with what was lurking not far away.

Some will express a merging is for the better,
I have doubts, as weakened I will be.
I have doubts, as I will be less than I am,
merged with environments, person, personalities
mine will be contaminated, my creation,
no longer pure.

Along the way from birth to hence no more,
I, gone to rest and the mind that was clear,
free, with no restriction or obligation or responsibility.

What was born of me has taken a new…

As I, born clean…as I, born free,
I had no obligation or responsibility.
weakened… strengthened…

I wait the merging

I rapture and was lonelier then before
as its beauty was mine.

My yoke was heavy, my longing to share
welled within me with distant sadness being
with me for time without end.

I saw my likeness within the dew of my creation
and it was good and I was without sorrow.

Knowing my longing to share now passed to
my creation Adam and woman, Eve was also in the dew.

The creations were of my desire and they were
happy with the newness of their beginning
and they had a longing to share.

All and everything was within their yearning
excluding the tree of knowledge although
greatly was the woman’s desire to learn
and she did not want to have knowledge alone.

Coeducation was born.

Looking at the clearest water,
clarity with a depth of person.

The longer I watch its beauty pure,
I see what time has lanced.

The closer I travel with my road,
I understand its epoch.

Looking at the clearest water,
Its clarity has begun to muddle.

The longer I epoch,
I see little of what once was.

Awakening,
Shower to clean,
Breakfast to un-fast.

PC and Poetry, for the mind,
Wal-Mart to refurbish,
Then we dine.

PBS,
PC and Poetry,
Card game and munch.

Supper,
TV,
Then, bedtime.

Today as any day,
No more, No less,
Scheduled obliqueness.

Silently, more or less.

What a wonder,
I see from behind,
I smile and I wonder.

What a wonder,
I see on that leaf,
Pretty red and green.

What a wonder,
I see looking at me,
All wiggly and fat.

I think you are a BUG,
You had better stay away,
Stay away from my cat.

Wide are eyes that weep in silence.
My spirit stolen, my opinion veiled,
fettered harmony at hand…
Wide are eyes that weep in silence.

Character stolen,
My will the same,
Peace gained without comment,
Logic eludes rationale.

Chained as I am,
Shackled in time,
My feelings oblique,
More than one I am.

Fault given,
Quickly I realize,
Chained, you are too.
Chained you are.

To your goodness,
To your God,
Chained, and you are glorious,
Chained, you are sublime

Living out of the ordinary,
Shrouded in righteousness,
You judge…
You see…

Parting only by promise,
Committed am I,
Only then will my chains unbend…
Wide are eyes that weep in silence.

Wishing no malice or mischief,
Doing so would be quite daring.
Harm is hurtful and malice is cruel,
Ask the harmed… ask the reviled…

Nothing but the truth,
Lying is destructive,
To at least one, you see
Moreover, to thee.

Behold all to be beautiful,
Without exclusion.
My eyes are unclear
However, my senses are bright.

Behold all to be pure,
Life’s beginning…
Purity detoured, Lost, unclaimed…
To be found, Refined, righteous.

Those unknown pass by…

shadows with eyes that pry.

The eyes pry deep seeking

what age has bequeathed.

Hidden, is what we were,

Hidden, is what we are.

Today my light is content to share

with shadows removed, as shadows

cannot penetrate the hallways of innocence.

Content to write my thoughts are,

and are what were.

What is done  is past…  

Bluebell Books Entry

Standing tall…In control

Standing tall…Masterfully

Standing tall…An image past

Fantasies you gave

Fantasies to keep

Seeing this image

I am standing tall