Love life

Life can be seen in a grave yard tree.

Dancing rainbow wave spray backlit sea.

A hummingbirds stare through a window pane.

An immenent storm scents the advent of rain.

Signs of life obvious to the watchful mind.

Between dark shadows light you will find.

Lifes silent sadness more ruckus than laughter.

Smile back at life will never ever end in disaster. 

Look for life in a moss covered autumn floor.

Life is near even when we are cold to the core.

The suns rays permeate our periphery vision.

To love life is an observant conscious human decision. 

QJD

Poetry as a visual

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Use whatever tools available to get whats in your imagination into the real. 

Poetryiin aesthetic.

Heuristic advance

Storm pale moon beyond a cold shadow cloud,

Veiled deeply behind a far off misty shroud.

Illuminated behind the dark side of night,

Shadows cast by the pale floating satelite.

Pure viewpoints hidden in umbra from sight,

Awaiting the dawn for the stark bright light.

Our misty morn blue heuristic advance,

Yawning chasm of a forenoons last fatal dance.

This current void beyond all our limited reason.

Signals change from a deep dark winters penumbra season.

We now await the son and the magnificent glory,

A warm summers day to crown our heuristic story. 

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Climatic points of an anxious mind

Beyond our withered arms grasp.

light into deep shadow fading fast.

Trepidation stalks the pathway dark.

Light is limited recognise the spark. 

Out of reach in the pale moon light.

We question all our wrongs & what was right?

Illuminated sorrow now cuts us very deep.

Are these deeds of my hands or of my very own feet?

Is that a wild hoof or is it a twisted claw?

Waiting just beyond a hairs breadth door.

What is it that i am able to now see?

Through my bound mind currently intellect free?

Oh to look back beyond the future time veil.

A life of kind success or will I this path fail?

Worry about this connundrum i do very much.

The answers to this life i must question as such?

Visions stark light

Seeing now within stark bright light,

A design so virtuous it defies whats right.

Mans perspective of that which is pure,

This imperfect life the life we all endure.

Daniels painted future, Ezekiels vision,

A design of such indepth holy precision.

Creation hewn from this earths rough sand,

Dust to dust the virtuous design, MAN!

An arragance born the journey incomplete,

We prove our lifes worth weeds or are we wheat?

We are a sum of our learned sculptured parts,

Time on the journey reveals the depth of hearts.

Peaceful humble spiritual kind nature nurture.

Chose who we are determines our stature.

Controlling our own sculptured raw decisions.

Self, controls the man towards spiritual precision.

We take responsibility for our decided strife.

Man the architect of a journey's birth to death life.

Our creator gives us asured help, guidance, wisdom & love.

The receptacle man must listen in his heart, the lessons from above.

We add all this to the sum of who is being sculpted.

If our journey is pure the end will be spiritually exalted. 

Days of shortened night

As we walk this line of wild fire,

skipping around the embers of desire.

Minds awakened by lucid thought,

Times imagination has now been sought.

We look eyes wide towards a sky,

Our feet on earth appear to lie.

The ground beneath our step gives way,

As we try hold fast the light on this day.

Freefalling into maelstroms wild storm, 

Ripped asunder we simply must be reborn.

We seek that which eludes our feeble grasp,

We hold forever thoughts from a long ago past.

Days strong light is getting ever bright.

Passing through shadows deep long night.

Awake the night, sleep walk a cold dawn,

Lifes deep troubled fire leaves us forlorn.

Wild infernos rage in our simple mind,

Understand spiritual solice we try and find. 

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