Full & Present |
I awoke to generational images of fear hidden beneath God, who's rightness kept it that way.I forgot my power to change the pattern of dissolution, but I remembered my fear. The fear we shared.Today I...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 16:44:00 GMT |
change |
I have words to vail my resistanceImpassioned pros give my fears transparencyI scream lies that whisper the truthFearLife expands as I pretend I'm at the helm-Okeon
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 19:02:00 GMT |
true but not |
I long ago admitted that the observation ..."doing what's right isn't always easy!"...though true is most often used to distract myself from observing that my given situation is the resulting bad khar...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 16:04:00 GMT |
Communion |
Oblivion's weeping eyes gave rise to communion of the essence that it never waswith the transcended water-colored horizon.-Okeon
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 15:29:00 GMT |
Sun’s warm rays |
We walked with the revolutions of the sun.He believed he'd seen enough.I would not concedeI walked on.She was there too.We watched him walk against the four winds.I couldn't weep.I wouldn't....but I d...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 14:23:00 GMT |
www.bendalbyhand.com |
I make leather sandals, belts, bracelets and even a necklace. I sell them to people. I want to sell more. So....This is low budget advertising: www.bendalbyhand.com-ben
Posted by on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 18:28:00 GMT |
I see |
ben looked as he turned back. He could see himself all the way back to when he and time were first aquainted. "So bleak..." Silhouetted close-calls appeared at random, sometimes remaining visable for ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 16:46:00 GMT |
We rise & fall |
I pulled down the mouintains,Stone bereft...they lay there crying."Weap not, your fall is but the rise of another."Cosmic organism...we move onward.
Posted by on Sat, 19 May 2007 10:43:00 GMT |
Flawless part I |
Flawless part IThe mechanical humm of our pick up truck always seems to quickly fade after a few minutes of our driving route. It's not really the engine that quiets down though. A game betwixt two fu...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 17:37:00 GMT |
Desert |
It was as if I was all alone. As if I was standing facing the sun bare shouldered and in pace with the desert breeze. As if all was heat. Brilliant light glowed through my pursed eye lids. The sun's l...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 17:59:00 GMT |
