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Postcard #24

Imogen Connects

A lovely little spot.

Where the Wolves and the River meet

A clearing - where the Forest divvy’s our needs.

Some for you & some for me.

The white Birch keep watch.

Standing tall, skimming valleys.

All of these creeks & streams.

Dreamy high castles of cosmic slate.

Tears cast from the mountain-top seas of fate.

Of winter.

Of ancient future, a familiar past.

At last - pipe cleaner greens.

Spruce, Douglas and Fir.

Confident ridges. Details & blur.

Cast from the backs of wild giants at rest.

Crested, sheer landscapes of landscapes at best.

Carefully carved from the shapes of the globe. Runes & codes formed, spread from above.

How is it that I could think I’m alone?

It’s that universal love that carries me home.

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I don’t want to be like my mother, says the woman with her eyes and her beauty, her strength, her tears, her wrinkly knuckles, dirty fingernails and fears. 

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Postcard #23

Imogen Crystallizes

Glitter, glare. Soft focus. Swallowing air and vast landscapes of surface. Beyond our sky of the Rippled Kind.

Blessed with patience as they unwind. Mysterious spheres of why and temptation. Gossip from the pueblo seeings. An ancient nation of contemplative space-beings.

Torn from the pond, born into distortion. Oceanic forces beyond the freeings. A fusion of tug and a powerful pull. Towers of green and babbling flowers.

Pinnacles seen at the heights of healing. Just one bite for a trip through the ceiling. Feelings of bitter love with a cynical core. I am bound for above. Is this after life or before? Death of the current, breath of the more. A wide open door of universal sensation expanding all norms.

I am in observation of and by two forms. In the grips of disguise. Prisms of atmospheric minerals clouding my eyes. Innocent faith. Fate, ache and no stance. Crystal day-dreams of teenage romance. An elemental glance, exponential in size. New dance of no water, the stillness in skies.

Face to face with eventual, existential demise.

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Postcard #22

Imogen Visits

lashed together - once alone

crackling radiance

transformed into your shelter

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Postcard #21

Imogen Dissolves

And you showed me what it’s like

To be everywhere at once

Yet nowhere to be found

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Postcard #20

Imogen Reflects

Reaching thru bars of cold steel

Pressed on through softness until all that you feel

Is the pull that remains when you wrestle with pain

Carried away on the wings, known by all living things

A message rings true, it minds not the brain

Tied to a stagnant and delicate thought

This battle’s been won

Altered and fought

By invisible soldiers, hardened and bruised

Once programmed, confused

Now marked from the scars, scrawled round to survive

Circle patterns of fear

You’re alive, you’re alive

The one who steps in, is the one who can see

The one that is you

The one that is me

Stare forward to face

That loop which is real

Messenger truth soul releasing the wheel

Shaped versus flush, holding seconds like hours

Patience like ours beckon seedlings to flower

Surrogate guidance stunts rushing your growth

Healing for both with the utmost of care

Powerful rising, deaf yet aware

Expansive flip-sided interchanging dimension

Combine luck with fate until there with intension

Morph rushing river to rippling small task

Unclenching of oaths, follow questions they’ll ask

Let go, watch it go, watching growth, let it grow

Reflect on the message drawn wild in the sky

Needn’t we answer their where, when and why

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the day we stop wandering

is the day we fly away

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Postcard #19

Imogen Hears.

The time is now

Stand calm and listen

Listen to the drums that beat so our blood can tour the same path as every unheard soul before us

Summon the tears that prefer to remain salt

Comfortable in preserving the innocence and purity of nature

Journey with me to places where tarnished soil spills into the deep

Where we now stand with fists raised

Asking the endless galaxies for forgiveness

For they hold lost souls of the oppressed and exploited

Carve out a sieve

That will cleanse ugly truths

Dip your roots into the shallow tides

Amongst ancient cedar

Fall to your knees

And beg for remission

What pulls you forward

Can hold you down

This crippling inertia

Needs a gentle push

Move now

Rise up and dance

Palms to the sky

Stomp your feet

Become the rolling thunder that cracks

As lightning wakes lonely valleys

Our hearts heavy until rain falls

When the clouds form alliance with the sea

The journey straight to chaos will ripple until we feel the waves of abundant change.

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Postcard #18 Imogen Explores.

Here stands a home Where the streets are named of birds And the creeks rush by in every direction We look left and right but we run free Fearless into the towering spruce Ever searching into the darkness Stepping carefully through gullies and ferns Our hands greet curious reeds The velvet buds of the weeping willow Turning every stone With vivid imagination Unfolding the demands of the universe Wetting sand and soil with the dew of the lily We paint our faces with symbols of freedom Wildflowers Destined to bloom where they please Through broken concrete and stormy weather Filling every ridge with lush beauty Our roots stretch deep into the willing earth below

We’ll grow taller Strike flint for our fire And we’ll be home in time for dinner

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Don’t wait, but be prepared. I’ll set off to find you amongst leaning leaves and bending trees.

Imogen

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Postcard #17 Imogen Admits.

“Your hands on me

Spark a flame

Now the breeze imitates your touch and I shiver”

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Postcard #16 Imogen Stumbles.

crisp clear intent over ice cold steel wrinkled sheets

click pulse

take your turn

pulse

stumble out dirty knees cloudy skies open palms

clear as day

cold steel

pulse

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If I were made of glass, I’d break from you.

Imogen

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Postcard #15 Imogen Discovers.

“Familiar with half a breath, I have become selfish with absolute inhalation

Stripped and exposed

Owed explanations but left to my own discovery

Satisfaction now tarnished by contradictions of pleasure

I found the hardest parts of you amongst the plush softness that made up the sky

Waiting for the rain to come so that you can wash me away completely”

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You lost me at hello.

Imogen

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Postcard #14 Imogen Directs

“I’m lined up in front you stand at the back

you were right when I left your head down time was up

on our way to the bottom did we rise to the top?”

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Postcard #13 Imogen Rises

“i knew it was over saw what was beneath shouting matches light fires and like fires leave charcoal and grief my own sense of belief slips out of their hands when they lay them on me and still call it holy

you said family is forever even when we’re all gone like liars the catch is caught up in your net what you call the truth i call fiction instead accept this except that well that changes the bread that you swallow with pride as the flesh of your dead

look up to your sovereign but enough with the preaching i’m still going to reach in drink water and die still madly ask why according to teaching

still in for the spend what it earns in the end but you’re tired of questions and I’m tired of testing i’d like to get clean get some rest in i’d like to get some direction find my way calm the river seek out my reflection say this is all thanks to mere resurrection

objection it’s way too far fetched to say that we’re blessed in that kind of connection

since i expect your regret cause you say that i’m lost at high cost the dark thoughts are what led me away it’s all in the books it will all be okay

the spirit, the son he’ll say evil won and now that it wins instead of your savior save your minions and wait

there is light to reverse you must carry that weight die for your own sins sink into the deep drown in the water that washes your feet what’s burned at the stake remains at the alter the soot and the powder of a crowd led astray

come one and come all what you call a rise we call it a fall so save your short breath i’ll hold mine and my thoughts in about will and devotion drink in the potion i can see in your eyes as the depths of your lies are as vast as the ocean

shedding tears and dignity shredding fears that you learned from me i’m gone for eternity so now you will see i no longer shine for thee for i shone for so long for your peers and this god forsaken fraternity

it became very clear that regardless of tier up here we’re all equal down there we were not your kingdom of fear this leftover feast left my stomach in knots left me starving and weak what you said what you’d done what you fed unto me first thing you forgot is how hard that I fought contemptuous against friends and my enemy

it was the end of me hide the bodies seek out the faces amongst the masked disfigured and meek you didn’t ask but they called me a freak outcast unclear confused lost sheep

and that rings in my ears over years for years  and for years and for years i will cry for the souls that are born with no voice you’ll take it from them try to say it’s a choice

instead of you trusting and letting me be judgements come rushing i accept you accept what you chose to have seen

don’t say what you wanted is for them to accept me that you even wept for me

it’s all lies no surprise i stand for the mute wild misguided youth using truth and my eyes my own guidance and head

i dont care for your price i’ll be free when I’m dead”