Circumstance
thoughts of your beautiful face penetrate my mind
how can the experience of that moment be genuine
a meeting with so much circumstance
a crossing of paths so real and so seamless
somedays just reach unheard of results
thank you for being there on that day...
Brian Hill - 2020 # 283
...Goodbye My Friend
We grow up together, side by side
Playing on swings, or going down slides
Brothers we were arm in arm
Building forts, walking the trail long
You dad got a better job in another state
You had to move, that sealed our fate
Friends no more we would be
Except by mail between you and me
Goodbye my friend, you're moving far away
Goodbye friend, I will miss you everyday
I never stopped calling you my friend
Even though our lives went separate ways
In my heart you're a friend till the end
Until my dying day
Goodbye my friend, you're moving far away
Goodbye friend, I will miss you everyday
...Trouble at 200mph
Sometimes we live life like we're in a race
We need to back down to a slower pace
Life's a journey, life's a ride
We need to enjoy it one step at a time
But we go through life on a fast track
Seeing things from the corner of our eye
Living like this is just a death trap
That only leads to our demise
Trouble at 200 miles per hour
Living our lives way to fast
Trouble at 200 miles per hour
If we're not careful, we're gonna crash
We live at a hectic pace, always on the go
Do this, do that, no chance to relax and reload
We need to slow down, before we go down
We need to recharge our lives
Because we are only heading to our demise
Trouble at 200 miles per hour
Living our lives way to fast
Trouble at 200 miles per hour
If we...
Particle of a dream
Motion wandering aimless with tender images,
shifting perception seeming to know the passages.
In this intimate trust of this sanctuary being all fair,
fields of flowers painting the landscape so bare.
The road between felt like a camino of sensation,
moonlight during day in gentle hues of motion.
Taking me to the windmill of slow gesture,
sensing that I have been here before for sure.
Coffee and biscuits on the stoop table prepared,
no one here and I am thirsty and so dared.
The coffee just perfect with foamed milk,
those cookies melted dunking like chocolate silk.
Pondering the reality about in this dream,
created by love compassion the perfect seem.
Is that some melody of love that swells through?
or is my mind absorbed by a particular pursue.
Some truth without form and wave of stillness,
the modesty of a sacred...
Fire-pulling Universe
How much have I pondered - incomprehensible - and how much have I postponed? I can't catch it! I would say. With a true-proud and perhaps whimpering consciousness, to whisper only to the pure light atmospheres of my eyes, what thoughts, moods, emotions I cherished for Someone who gave up trampled on me. The happy fulfillment of the universe can be here on this earth two sparkling, fire-piercing eyes: a tiny dance of teeth, the body speech of tongues in the palate, in a system of organized tissues!
And for in every kiss the elusive charm of immortality flares up; passions collide in the wake of heroic battles. The crease of lips and faces shreds each other after midnight! And in the end, each one breaks, hangs, and finally merges with the fulfilled universe again with united force.
The shattered, sultry bars of the night melt into themselves, guarding the sleeper hard! - how ...
Dear doubts
Dear doubts,
You need to stop speaking so loud!
I'm trying to figure my stuff out.
So aggressive! A bit obsessive!
Making my accomplishments fade.
I've now got A heartache.
The arguments I've caused, the amount of respect I've lost.
May I get some peace? Leave me be please!
My securities are infected, all by insecurities so I left it.
I've got plans yet, I'll doubt I'll regret it.
Doubts so cold I need to build A fire. Happiness lost I'm a make a flyer.
Always got the benefit of the doubt, the rant and I don't know what to talk about.
Impossible to gaze upon and reach for it, if I thought of it I've found myself doubting it.
So Dear doubts...is this your desire or skill?
P.S
When are you going to doubt me?
...Dear doubts
Dear doubts,
You need to stop speaking so loud!
I'm trying to figure my stuff out.
So aggressive! A bit obsessive!
Making my accomplishments fade.
I've now got A heartache.
The arguments I've caused, the amount of respect I've lost.
May I get some peace? Leave me be please!
My securities are infected, all by insecurities so I left it.
I've got plans yet, I'll doubt I'll regret it.
Doubts so cold I need to build A fire. Happiness lost I'm a make a flyer.
Always got the benefit of the doubt, the rant and I don't know what to talk about.
Impossible to gaze upon and reach for it, if I thought of it I've found myself doubting it.
So Dear doubts...is this your desire or skill?
P.S
When are you going to doubt me?
...He Moves With A Purpose
the
footprints of God almighty
leaves
black holes
in the universe
and
drags pieces of stars
He
moves
with
a purpose
through
the
light of God
The Red Moon Hawk
oh
what shine
bright at night
thus
the
red moon hawk
sings
about its plight
then
proceeds to devour
his wings
with its razor sharp
corn yellow beak
From the Hilltop..
From the hilltop
We observe our
Searching paths:
Winding and tortuous..
So to recognize
That the hilltop
Is not a place
But What we Are..
In which our paths:
Winding and tortuous
We have trod...
...