Poems , Apex thinking
The past is there it lives to talk to us, you can stare
to which we are all of us towards every nuance , can speak to the calm fate
decision , take never what you feel to be holding the thought of common places , of common virtues .
be free of the typical surroundings of your existence bare.
take heed in each way you look , touch the air , touch the ground
can be the only way of knowing,
don't be afraid of your strength and power.
a small friend drops in for food, it scampers around to see if their
is any substance to meet, a human looks to help find , does it know a friend
is there , does it know the human might share,
a friend that loves unconditionally will always be there.
walking down the street seeing the people pass , a small brief interlude of time, eyes meet , eyes flitter , away from the each other a setting seeing to become the stone of structure around you, think towards the incalubale movements of palces let the dreams of scenes pass by. do they look like the suttle guestures inwards, taking the grey day into brightness, never can one understand the complexity to which will we all bear fruitful.
creaking timbers falling embers they collect to an observance , it was only a suttle
gesture , never to be true and forthright of presnence never to be born in the way of your place
of were the surrounding the fence the speciecs live in each will to smile ,
they break into the grouping of each other,
a small step of reasons to see each other bringing forth the gliding light
into the space around them.
Screeching the voices of the staring people, wuill they ask the voices to be stopped
they bleed into themseleves
excersion timing ones movements stopping along the way ,
seeing the field of your space
green points of reflection , boundless to an expansion.
. A breeze flutter across the castway spaces ,
dipping into the crevace untouched
small passages , small opening point into
other realms or time
the breaking silence of small stones fall,
the echoing tunnel comands the atttention
speak softly , speak true
were we lay it might be all we have
Dusk lit moon , under clouds the setting of night falls
hearing the outreach spoken words , some of joyful memories
inward the stepping stones lay apoun the ground
transfixed in their shapes
Corner templates of long ago signs
unheard of situations are abound by its perplexity
can we share the inner feeling of knowing what is right
the brief glimpses can only live with you
take no notice of the howling thunder, its only a facade
far reaching catacombs breaching into a reality
colours abound by their glow.
spittle not be thrusting into the night sky, see the stars born
temperance recalls oneself, not breaking but gathering into
reaching the invitation of delight , seeking each other
the calls and see the sunlight shine through
times are changing... as past things will go, it will never be the same.. breezes to which we all agree can go into silence , its not out of fear, just the knowing it will evolve to something new.