Breathing easy, he relaxed. The deer and groundhog playing across the field of brown high grasses at the edge of the woods enjoyed the same warm, blue sky afternoon.
The bicycle paved pathway carried strollers, dogs, Frisbee players and the retired by the headwaters of the New River. All were called out this special day.
Turn the volume up!
Love the music:
I don't know if a thread like this has been started yet, but I'd like to send a giant THANK YOU to JtC and the other admins/moderators/monkey crew for keeping the lights bright, the doors open, and the bar stocked through last night!
White Light Bellows Box Machine
Roll the language up the hill
bee still new heart
much pollinating yet to do
endangered
living anew
bright as morning dew
wet with appetite and fight
mighty fine delights
bee strong new heart
smile
the horn blew and blew and blue
bee meek new heart
butterfly by the tree
ladybug bumping its way
saving lucky days
Before the night breaks us
makes tarnish of gold
remember when we were old
striving to understand
the winter's cold
being bold, as told as we can be,
perfection.
Can we agree,
by other compunction drawn
genetically,
and not by social desires
Bent dreams
exceptional means
waking to betterment...
get up and go dreams of flight, fight
Honor
Lost in nightmares of old
regurgitated
cause we, we, we, we, we
know best
The invincible best
droning over
daring children to oblige
Large screen democracy
with voicemails dubbed in
sets built of corrugated
straw
Blow wind blow
Maybe,
the confusion
is breathing
Common rains
bullshit reins
frustrating the veins
of gold
of childhood
of being
human
of being alive
How can I touch you
be with you, be you
when exchange rates flutter
pushing hearts to purchase
souls by tens of thousands at a time
or one by one in car seats
Help
pools of high mountain water
There's a principle going on
called song
The human being
is
is
English?
Is
when misinterpreted, funny
deadly when applied
Yellow dog howls
full moon rises in blue sky
Turnip greens and olive oil
to die for
nothing
to work for nothing
to live for nothing
is
a hard place
Blackbirds flying
red-winged ones riding
leaving betrayal
Breaking, the big fish danced, splashing
through the dark
I thought of you
Path splits on interstates
Nashville, this-a-way…
I thought of you
Cornus greetings
Flowers needing a camera
Walking in the garden, with you
First season birds
Feeding each other
Needing peace
Billions do
I thought of you, two…
Bungalow
up the hill in Sherman Oaks
Ready
How ready
stands the good heart
snark
satire, pleasing satin
the cloth that covers
the skin that
shivers
to be better than
better than
the other
Billions, and counting
yet the stars
are singular
human, even
good hearts, fail
Scenarios blossom
to hell, the preference'
No
the wrong path
does not lead, nor help in speed
