Day 357

Clouds and Mountains

INTERMISSION
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.

Day 356

Leafy Greens

Growing,

Faintly glowing

with life.

Can it be?

This life will

change me?

If you listen,

To the damp dew

Glistening.

They hum a song

of flashing light,

Pouring forth.

The existence

of such marvels!

Astounding!

Ok see you!:S hine!

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.

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..

Day 353

Map of Somewhere-eles

The minutes and seconds,

  Pass.

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!

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!

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.

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.

Day 349

The 3 Eared Flommby

Falling bits of water,
Wonder off to where ever they are going.

Day 348

Bars of Tellurium

....""glimmer,glimmer""....

   The quiet thunder sounds off, 

And takes a bow.

   We stood quaking in our boots. 

....""shudder,shudder""....

   The sight, a sight to behold,

Told us all we needed to know, 

   But our hearts could not comprehend it.

....""crash,crash""....

   The lively light cut deep,

Clearing out the dark,

   Just by existing. 

....""slash,slash""....

    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.

....""music""....

ok see ya!:n ote.
 

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!

Day 346

Giraffe with Sun Glasses

A giraffe with sunglasses,
Takes in the sights.

ok see ya!:O !!!

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!

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

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,
    Sky.
Wonder with me how such things exist-o as we,
    Fly."

"Away!"

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