courage to choose
And so traverses, gun in hand, the creek.
We on the other side waiting dreamily
as for a wave. The head of the tree
is heavy. The pears are not ripe.
I do not dare look up, seeing as
the day has splurged against my face
and you are on the other side
where the grid breaks into tiny oracular
tiles, wafer thin, distorted, pale.
The huge sound is mechanical, not
expressionistic: things
into other things, exploding.
The serial furthers.
Were you wearing a sombrero or
just a hood to keep hot chords
from your skin? Serial, as in many
tunes, many kills, weeping
additions and accumulating, dry
remainders; the cost of endurance.
👨🏻🌾
Of This by Ann Lauterbach
Let’s take a better look
beyond a story book
And learn our souls are all we own
before we turn to stone
Let’s go to sleep with clearer heads
and hearts too big to fit our beds
And maybe we won’t feel so alone
before we turn to stone
And if you wait for someone else’s hand,
(If you wait for someone else’s hand)
Then you will surely fall down
(If you wait for someone else’s hand)
And if you wait for someone else’s hand,
(If you wait for someone else)
You’ll fall, you’ll fall
I know that I am nothing new
There’s so much more than me and you
But brother, how we must atone
before we turn to stone
And brother, how we must atone
before we turn to stone
truth is cavalier
life jauntily goes on
with or without me
wisps of time remaining
whiskers and sweat are a rough lifestyle choice
ashes and rust make a way of adhering to ancient venetian plaster
scraping razors uncover the smooth behind the blood red
layers of years, of jobs, of actions done wrong
Smokey two-chains of battle-scars and emphysema
gravelly voices fighting their way through fear
with guilt lurking in every corner
deflecting laughter leveled at consistent foolishness and aggravation
Careless broken pieces of windowed ledges
Flash fires suddenly stormy
Powder kegs are a mile a minute
better walk in the middle of the street in the early morning hours
It’s hard to change directions when all you know are guilty pleasures
looking for moments of light breaking through
–
Is that a cat on his neck?
Yuuup…
–
yes sir-y-bob, it ALWAYS is what it is…
even after the third time asking the question to yourself…
everything will be ok in the end…
never. never. never. quit. (WC)
Lightning 13 miles from thunder moving closer with that crazy-eyed sky
hearts are, as usual, our least/most vulnerable spot
even after the eclipse shows us how to start over
step by step…
Prize fighters never forget how to clench fists
hard getting harder with each blow
unless something new is chosen
Practical life changers have seen some business
“You gotta get up early in the morning to try to get me…
and all you’ll get is tired”
I was here for a minute
then flew into the deep blue yonder
while you play games you’re sure to win
as you are the only competitor
somehow my life has completely changed
in ways beyond this moment of knowing
beyond the lingering smell of cigars I can’t outrun
destiny takes no prisoners
freedom rides the hot delta winds
love always wins no matter the shape it takes
suddenly the simplest spoken truth shifts all perspective of the weeks behind
Changing nothing and everything simultaneously
I breathe free released from my illusive, nagging, self doubt and confusion
no more trickery allowed in my personal realm
I can see things clearly
there in the clouds of heaven
Atlas finally takes the world off his shoulders for good
🌹😘
Amy Lloyd
“Lord, protect our decisions, because decisions are prayers
Give us the courage to choose between one road and another.
May our YES always be a YES and our NO always be a NO.
Once we have chosen our road, may we never look back nor allow our soul to be eaten away by remorse.
💞
― Paulo Coelho, Like the Flowing River
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Atlas photos via pinterest / al513
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