Morning Song
Earth stretches
in it’s mouth
a yawn,
of awakening
the wind,
steals
along the valley
of apple trees
a king,
bowing the grasses
the pine hillside,
but oaks defy
a thrust of pride
wind,
dust soaring
cobwebs clinging,
the spider dancing
the morning song
is dew on grasses
glistening,
with silent weeping
in the sun
and
a time piece cock
over hill
crows…
Sept. 78

Heidi's continued talents.

Artwork by Heidi Brannan; etherworks.net

This is an awesome banner, painted on silk, by an artist friend for another friend and hangs in their home.

Our friend Heidi, is a superb artist with many talents, you can find her at,

http://www.etherworks.net/

The Earth is the Lord's and the Fullness thereof

Due to some problems i cannot get into my other blog, so i will continue my entries here for now.

The Scientific community has recognized for decades that we are a unique entity.

The cloning or should i say the efforts of trying to clone is a great example. The DNA factors within each individual cell only allows for the reproduction of another unique cell, and it will always be different.

i will continue to state that it takes more energy to disbelieve in the simplicity of the spoken word of God for creation to have come into being. There are just too many diversities for evolution and too many mathematical perfections for the big bang theory.

i was watching a program about the physics in the universe and in his deliberation there were more probabilities than there were solid facts, because the mathematics and quantum science or "theory", which is just that, doesn't have all the answers; but then for some strange reason, because men have done something with different diagrams and physics, we think that they are more believable than the reality of a supreme being.

Here's one for you. Why are our bodies made up of just the right amount of water and matter, and why is the atmosphere just the right mixture of oxygen, nitrogen etc. for us to be a living being?

Why is the moon specifically a certain distance from earth?

Why is the earth tilted at a specific degree and spin at a certain rotation and made up of the components necessary for our survival in any part of it?

The greater part of mankind are lacking in sound judgement and intelligence and are at the mercy of being led by the blindness of others.

Now that is real stupidity.

Lemming mentality.

(artwork by: Sylvia Laks)

I Remain

I remain
I watch the days pass
like clouds
on an everlasting wind
gathering body
until they ‘re pregnant
and rain on us.
we’re alone now
alone in the sun
we bake
fry
our brains
hot eggs
on pavement
the black asphalt
scorching
our hurting feet.
we beat our
chests
harder and harder
but
Tarzan does
not become us
and I sink
into a misty
blue.
the only water
runs down my face
gathers on my glasses
in little pools
I drown
in sorrows
fallen lament.
I hit the
burning pavement
I’m fried
past cooked
past baked.
I’m harder than
a rock
don’t pick me up
I’ll burn your fingers.

shower me with cool
another rain
another shower
rain on me
but most of all
reign in me.
past iniquities
spent
the loss alas lost
at last tossed
the sea waves
bread on the water
frothing
churning
this burning desire
I’ve never had
inside
my heart
the glass palace
you can see right in.
there I am…
and here I am
and there I go…
sweat is not sweet
not a sweet smell
not a sweet taste
the sweat
of repulsion
I drip
I bleed of
I can’t even shed
a tear
to care for others.
I’m cold sweat
and death
met in a glass bottle
on a rolling sea
to capture me.
out and out
and into myself
time is no friend to me
nothing changes
only
the surroundings
i remain
staining the page
again.
Aug. 99

uncork me

uncorkme
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Aug.99