#majoules

[wordlypaintings]

it's true

I have grown to love you as I love the ocean and the breeze… The moon, the stars, and the rain.. Old growth… and the oldest of friends.

I have grown to appreciate you like the warmth of the sun after stepping out from the winters shade.. the way hot liquids warm you from core to fingertips on the chilliest of days. Like the feeling of blood pumping through each vein, and throughout every muscle.. at the top of each climbed peak. Like the air that fills my lungs, when I’ve lost my breath… And the first sip of water, to touch my parched lips. Like a book so well constructed I could reread it forever.

I have grown to admire you as I do the tiniest of shells, weathered rocks and canyons, the mountains, seedlings, and towering redwoods.. As I admire the innovative, progressive minded genius…

I have grown to trust in you as I do the ground and gravity.. That it will be there as I take each step.

I have grown to believe in you.. As I believe in my self.

What exists within us all… tried and true.

[wordlypaintings]

one way road

“One way road, know where you’re goin? …riding along double yellows not meant for division…. where’d  yous begin? feel like we’re old friends, good companions…  you’re nice even.”

and the road turns. as the magic hours ‘ve ended… the morning birds sing.                      

“One way road, you still the same name?  where’re all the signs… what game we playin?” 

everything got bumpy.  even my eyes’ve gone crusty… blurry moon glowin upon you

"One way road.. you’re now a lake! no wonders why my feet are wading. you’re as cool as the rain & i’m seeing moon rings rippling… such things remind me of this journey’s beginning.”

and now i’m swimming.  and you’ve changed names…  and now i’m floating in other storms’ remains… 

hearing each breath’s echoe… every heart beat  "…giving life to everything it greets… One way road…”

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orange juice

cool fire 

burning among the foggiest   times    fossilized treasure   of winter’s heat   a man whistles a tune of the moon  

a pale light with very very sensi direction   a   muse finding its nature  playing games not knowing their purpose   

a wonder   us 

wonderous  dance of mist   like dwindling flames grasping for air    while slowly freezing over    these melodies   seasons  have  mold.ed    inspite  sarcastic dancingdaggers    despite external temperatures     

remnants of  a   frozen bonfire     warming still   hearts that have never felt  it’s warmth     growing hopes for future’s now    

talking notes   these moments’  impresssive powers  release    luminous magics          within this                                                                                        within    us.

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haikus.. followed by the rain, beaus and buttered whys

a golden ship sails  on a sea of endless green blue sky now yellow

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innocent telepathy karmic synchronicity purest of perceptions

handicap outcast compassionate listener beauty’s reflection  

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without direction under umbrellas of green moonlit adventures

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just.  as brilliant things give birth to their future brilliance. so.  an alliance does wonders for the wonderfilled.

coloring in pictures written by the past. printing a new chapter, observing this very moment’s every character. absorbing and omitting creations’ vibrations, energy, directing instinctive affirmations. wearing  each day the same, a new night ….spaces beaming with light. colorful formations  of intimate images a moment’s sensations; every flashback’s recipe… de ja vu’s anatomy.

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[wordlypaintings]

you

You warm shadows and make them glow.. Your inner light heals the dying, quenching the dry.  Your presence stirs the deep and calms the waves.  Your words, the rarest medicine, next to that of your eyes.

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they are flames the eyes & those who gaze are flaming the ear’s fire & the fiery music, live coal the lips & tongue firebrand, the one who touches and the one who’s touching, thinking & thought, & the thinker is a fire and all things burn and the universe is a flame, & nothing burns like the rest, nothing except a thought in flames, ultimate smoke there is no victim and no torturer

an old journal… author is unknown

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i burn

within your eyes i lay, i swim, i search i watch as the story unfolds like a reflection  like an image mirrored light particles projected into myself this life of hours residing in your smile kindling feeding a dying fire this hope for warmth for a future for love  for ever  for now

with you, i burn i drip, defying gravity like embers caught in the wind

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at sunrise

delicate hearts

fragile moments bringing joy streaming wonders

breathes of serenity peace awaits stillness the guide a new cycle begins