Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Day 357

Clouds and Mountains
Song by Sleeping at Last.
I'm so tired but i can't sleep.
My mind is full but i can't speak. 
Among the dust of the hard-to-reach, I'm stuck 
Right here, somewhere between side a and side b. 

I could call it compromise
Or just an intermission. 
Some kind of consolation prize 
for the race i never finished. 

I want to turn these tired gears.
I want to feel the follow-through, 
Some kind of equilibrium… 
Something to set my watch to. 

I'm here, somewhere between
Victory and a white flag. 
Caught in this purgatory dream, I’m stuck.
But I want to set the record straight,
I want to retrace my every step. 
If I could just rewind all the tapes 
Then maybe I'd find my loose thread. 

Call it a compromise
Or just an intermission. 
Some kind of consolation prize, 
So close, but never finished. 

I want to turn these tired gears.
I want to feel the follow-through, 
Some kind of equilibrium… 
Something to set my watch to.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Day 356

Leafy Greens
Faintly glowing
with life.

Can it be?
This life will
change me?

If you listen,
To the damp dew

They hum a song
of flashing light,
Pouring forth.

The existence
of such marvels!

Ok see you!:S hine!

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Day 355

Lamp Light
The lamp light flew
Up against the wall.
Glimmering and flashing,
It flew up the chimney
Spilling over the edge
In puffs of smoke and spark.

Ok see ya!:S mells like pine trees.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Day 354

Stand Up Please
  "Stand up, please!"
  The command echoed through the long, sun light room. The man stood with the rest of the statesmen, nervously chewing his rubber gum. He shuffled his powdered wig. Itchy. It was really...really... itchy. His nose itched too. Too much powder.
  The guards at the door stamped their feet and turned to open the grand doors. They stood aside as the king swished through the doors.
  Itchy nose. Grrr. The human held his finger to his nose to stifle the coming sneeze. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the impact.
  The sneeze rose like a hurricane in his throat.
  "No. Don'tSneezeDon'tSneeze!" He thought desperately. The sneeze grinned a misty grin and poked at his nose hairs. Testing for weak points. Hmmm.... AHA! Found one! The gum, like a runner at the starting gun, sat poised on the tip of the humans tongue.
  "AACHOOoo-!" The wet blast swirled around gum, lifting it up and out of the mouth of the human.
  "I'm FREEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee!" Squealed the gum, rejoicing in its new-found freedom. "I'm FREEEEEEEEEE-!!!"  The squeal ended in a muffled yelp, as it was smothered in the king's freshly powdered wig.
  "Yay!" The rubber gum celebrated quietly above the ear of the king. A new home!
  "Boy, I am so lucky!" it thought.
  "I am the happiest chewy rubber gum alive!"

Ok see ya!:T he rubber gum who was most comfortably seated in a wig..

Friday, July 22, 2011

Day 353

Map of Somewhere-eles

The minutes and seconds,


Each moment glinting of good and broken glass.

For my heart cries its tears in real time,
Tracing a map of somewhere-eles I haven't been.
Showing the way back home,

Could you actually see the pain,
Wrought by illogical desires....
Oh, the sadness, only shows, that joy is possible.
This emptiness echos of being filled.

That when I have accomplished my dreams,
I am only left with a longing, an echo.
Spun with ,of all things, my bad days glued together with my good ones.
Good, working in ways higher and better,
Redeems the bad, and the enemy becomes an unwilling channel of grace.

Oh, how can I tell of my revelation,
For only the Greatest could became the lowest,
To preserve His justice and yet, to have mercy on
Me, a rebel, who choose to desire something else than,
The Most Valuable.
Ascend and behold Him!
Be satisfied in Him, oh my soul.
Lift your eyes to see your Desire,
And live.

Ok see you!:D esire Him!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Day 352

Arrows and Checkers
Follow the flow of the game,
Paths long were ingrained, but,
Was it all only about connecting the dots?
What was the point?
Look to the end! Look, I say,
For the Hope is more powerful than,
We could find strength to hope.
And out of hope, comes joy.

Ok see ya!:S earch, and you will find!

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Day 351

Cobbled Marsh-mellow
The grass smelt of brown sugar, and the road of marsh-mellows.
It happens just so, if you boil the bark of the pepper-mint tree,
then count to 383. (In case you didn't bring your timer.)
  Next you must grab a handful of powdered sugar leaves from the nearest sun-suger flower.
Grind them in and mix vigorously!
Spice to taste, and enjoy!

OK, See ya!:S weet.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Day 350

The Barns Three
They had stood there many years,
  But they were young,
Young compared to the hill they hid behind.

Ok see ya!:T he hiding depends on your view....I suppose.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Day 349

The 3 Eared Flommby
Falling bits of water,
Wonder off to where ever they are going.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Day 348

Bars of Tellurium
   The quiet thunder sounds off, 
And takes a bow.
   We stood quaking in our boots. 

   The sight, a sight to behold,
Told us all we needed to know, 
   But our hearts could not comprehend it.

   The lively light cut deep,
Clearing out the dark,
   Just by existing. 

    Through the terrible jungle,
A storm of rebellion rains boiling rocks,
   Still, the stillness won't let me go,
And I am glad for Light.

....""aria, aria""....
   I can not speak,
Simply for there are no words to say.
   Standing at last here with my Love,
Looking at a eternity together.


ok see ya!:n ote.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Day 347

Plant Bridge at Night
The sun sank, a soft yellow song,
   A cricket and a black beetle,
    Look down to the sea.

The sun sank, a cloud wondering,
   Floated down and,
    Flopped softly on the beach.

And still the sun sank....

ok see ya!B ut then the morning comes!

Friday, July 15, 2011

Day 346

Giraffe with Sun Glasses
A giraffe with sunglasses,
Takes in the sights.

ok see ya!:O !!!

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Day 345

The inventor of something
With a swirl and a falling curl
The small brass medal sank,
To the bottom of the sea.

Ok! see ya!:G lint!

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Day 344

Falling Water
I use THIS to paint this pic.

Here is the original if you want to see it.
You may even recognize the place! 

Ok see ya!:S cribble, scribble

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Day 343

Where the lost socks go...
Where doth the yonder fair socks meander off to?
    Oh! This problem really does bother our fictional characterful person.
       His name is Lu.
         But, let us follow the path, dusty and a scattering of dust bunnies!
Let us stroll over to the briny sea, to search with a comb, fine-tooth type.
   Lu heard perhaps such a thing would be useful.
      Now with a dollar and a pence of jauntiness and other jumbled happy thoughts,
          Sing with Lu, the intrepid seek and finder.
"Dented bowers floated in the greatest blue,
Wonder with me how such things exist-o as we,


Ok see ya!:A h! What a short ode to developed said fictional's wolly character!

Monday, July 11, 2011

Day 342

The lines are the veins of the country.
Inside the wires,
     Vibrating back and forth,
    Using the principle of AC current,
I'm told.

  Seems like a useful word,

Ok see ya!:B zz-zz

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Day 341

Curved Horizon
Water the sea,
And plant a wave
And watch it grow.
Up big enough,
To tickle your toes.

Ok see ya!:S hhhh....shhhhh

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Day 340

Pattern with Wrenches

        And then...

Ok see ya!:P lunk.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Day 339

Roses and Rock in Hanging pot
A zumble bee zumbled,
Wafting it's way over to the porch.
It settles on a flower,
In a hanging flower pot.

Ok see ya!W uzzle buzzle zum?

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Day 339

The Inside of Orange
Tentatively he stepped forward.
Unsure of what came next.
He had found what looked to be a bright doorway.....The light was too bright to see where the it led.
It all felt...somehow...cliché.
It's odd how a feeling like that can sneak up on a person. But, then...
His foot met the door with a thunk.
Well, this was a tricky door.
The door was still shut it seemed. So this was a bright shiny door, not doorway.
So the boy reached for the doorknob and pulled open the door.
     Slowly at first.
He peeped through the crack.
Small sounds tickled his ears, ears that had not been working for quite some time.
He stayed there for awhile, just listening.
   A small melody, he heard! It was one he had heard before! He knew it!....Some strangers he had met, had sang it. Or rather it had just drifted like a cloud, around them. It seemed to go wherever it wanted to. And it sang.

It sang this song.
This song sang of a King. 
One that was above and apart from anything. 
Above and over,
The One who had lived forever.

This song sang of a genetic curse.
Growing, growing worse.
Promising everything,
But giving less and less.

This song mourned of a grief.
 Brought by that thief.
That brought death,
And turned breath,
Into dirt.

This song sang of a people.
Given inherent worth,
Because of Who made them.
Willfully turning back,
Into dirt.

This song sang of a Savior.
Burdened with grief and trouble.
Reforming life,
From all this rubble.

This song sang of Love.
A love so great,
Loving even those,


This song sang of  Life.
Of a twist in the tragic story,
That turned death on it's head,
And brought forth glory,
For Him.

  A torrent of emotions rose up, lashing his mind, like a willow whip. He tore at his hands. His eyes were different now. They saw a horrid disease that affected everything. It hemorrhaged darkness that turned his will to evil. He just want to be alone. He hated the song. He hated everyone! ALONE! The dirt on his hands screamed. ALONE! It would lock the door from the inside too.

It was hell.

  He had run away, pretending to be outraged and offended, but really he feared the Man the song sang of. Guilt followed at his feet like a cold slug. Those horridly bright people, who's eyes burned like forest fires. Something terribly black inside him hated them or what ever it was. They were as bright as this door. They made his eyes smart most wretchedly.

  He then spent his days trying to forget them. And too dull that pain. But they would not be forgotten. Living on in his dreams, faded as they were. His ears and eyes still remembered, remembering the color of the song.

So then.

He had found a door. At first, he stayed away.
  But his ears kept hearing snatches of life. Echoes of life, bouncing of the canyon walls.
    His eyes kept seeing flashes of good in the fog of grey.
      And soon he crept nearer.
And nearer.
    A odd thing happened. The light began to dissolve the darkness. Slowly. He dreamed often of a boy, who giggled and twirled, danced ,calling out in a wordless song. The song flashed like a sword.
  He woke up, swimming in his tears, when he dreamed of the boy.
He dreamed of a lion, who breathed out stars. He wasn't safe but he was very good.
   He woke up with a wild hope, bounding around his head, when he dreamed of the lion.

So then.

A crack of light.
He moved the door open more.
The melody changed. It grew wings and started winging its way over to him. He blinked. How did he know this? The question struck him. He froze, vibrating from the shock. This felt new, but yet was old. It tugged at him.

A feeling swelled in his head, and ran giggling down his spine. It hopped off at his vocal chords, and henceforth spilled out his lips.

A whisper. "Father?"

The enlarging melody, gushed open, splashing the inside of orange all over the sky and burst in a full song. He clapped his hands over his mouth. He just whispered, and yet the song reponeded as if he had yelled.
He fell forward, shoving the door open. He tripped and fell flat on his face, as he saw Him.

A hand touched him. He looked up into the ecstatic face of Him who knows no end. 
"Do not be afraid, my love. 
     For you are my son!"

Ok see ya!:R un to Him!! 
         For He is life, forever!

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Day 338

Windows  with Yarn

A glint of blue,
Startled her. Turning,
She peeped out the window.
   "Huh..." She thought to herself.
She absent-mindedly wound a stray thread around a finger.
       Today her mind wondered off into odd places.
It was spring, after all.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Day 337

Vase and Sun
A abstract thought,
Stumbled into a imaginary man.
        ....Frankly though,
He didn't feel much.

    Being imaginary and all.

Ok see ya!:S tep on though...

Monday, July 4, 2011

Day 336

Speedy Limit
A High-speed bug chase ensues!


         Can you see through the blur?

Ok see ya!H ow fast is that limit anyway?

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Day 335

Silent Pineapple
A pen scratches,
pausing occasionally
As its owner thinks.

Ok, see ya!S ilence....

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Day 334

Echoing crickets from the light at the end of the tunnel.
The sound of water rippling.
A swish of grass.

Ok see ya!:G reen leaves and clear water

Friday, July 1, 2011

Day 333

Distant Amoeba
An amoeba, flying high.
Passes a pine tree,
Like so.

And that's the story.

Ok See ya!:Z oom