She

Friday May 19th and Sunday 21st

your creative side is really flowing CS

She

happy are little moments of joy
the moments when smiles widen
when you are doing something you love
a pure joy when you feed it

incredible pockets of light emerge
before moon dweller guards night 

up with the stars

comfort on this country road
only one step kicking up dust

specks of outside voices collided
she hears all of them but her own
a grassy field made from glass 5 miles
the past as told by other people
replayed through wind 

birds wings heart beats

simpler things

she is full of beauty under curls
beautiful moments caught in the heart

she is talented in her passions
writing to give the world a blessing

she can do so much more today
more than the accepted norm

she is not just flowers and lace
having her own style on two soles

she has a voice distinctly toned
ideas opinions woven in life's fabric
her words differ but that's ok

she has feelings inside
a big part of truly living

she is one step closer to the field
staring into glass half full
fresh thoughts so positive so great
with the future told by her

the path built now from bricks
built sturdy and tough
past mile 5 lies life well lived
a walkway into an alternate timelapse

stills of smooth ocean rocks
gliding across clear waters
sunk beneath nature's treasures

stills of days filled with smiles
moments created when sun comes up

stills of special places you visit
bringing you closer to inner peace

stills of people woven for a purpose
put in when you need them most

stills of memorable firsts and
cherished hobbies to fuel you
fuels never sparked by the hand
but given through the grace of God

the stills moved on the silver screen
her voice finally heard 

outside whispers deflate
inflate shouts of affirmation

round out that glass
trace those jagged peaks
scale the cliff faces boldly

boldly she says this is how life
was meant to be lived
full of laughter
full of grace
full of wonder
live positively present

All about me: My favorite poets

just a few, I love quite a lot. too many to list


Robinson Jeffers
His poems had a message about people and the earth. I love him because of this.

Carmel Point

The extraordinary patience of things!
This beautiful place defaced with a crop of suburban houses—
How beautiful when we first beheld it,
Unbroken field of poppy and lupin walled with clean cliffs;
No intrusion but two or three horses pasturing,
Or a few milch cows rubbing their flanks on the outcrop
rockheads—
Now the spoiler has come: does it care?
Not faintly. It has all time. It knows the people are a tide
That swells and in time will ebb, and all
Their works dissolve. Meanwhile the image of the pristine 
beauty Lives in the very grain of the granite,
Safe as the endless ocean that climbs our cliff. —As for us:
We must uncenter our minds from ourselves;
We must unhumanize our views a little, and become confident
As the rock and ocean that we were made from. 

Mary Oliver

I love her precise use of words. 

Honey At The Table

It fills you with the soft
essence of vanished flowers, it becomes
a trickle sharp as a hair that you follow
from the honey pot over the table

and out the door and over the ground,
and all the while it thickens,

grows deeper and wilder, edged
with pine boughs and wet boulders,
pawprints of bobcat and bear, until

deep in the forest you
shuffle up some tree, you rip the bark,

you float into and swallow the dripping combs,
bits of the tree, crushed bees – - – a taste
composed of everything lost, in which everything lost is found.

Gary Snyder

He makes you think about what the pacific northwest holds. 

Pine tree tops
In the blue night
frost haze, the sky glows
with the moon
pine tree tops
bend snow-blue, fade
into sky, frost, starlight.
The creak of boots.
Rabbit tracks, deer tracks,
what do we know.

Margret Atwood 

She weaves together life and nature. 

Habitation








Margaret Atwood, 1939









Marriage is not
a house or even a tent

it is before that, and colder:

the edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert 
                    the unpainted stairs 
at the back where we squat 
outside, eating popcorn

the edge of the receding glacier

where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far

we are learning to make fire 

Robert Frost

He shows you how New England is I love all of his poems

More than this

Written on May 5th and 6th 

learn more about 12:2

http://gracefellowship.com/movements/small-groups-gatherings/twelve2/

On May 5th the 12:2 held an event called more than this.  It was to open up Jesus to people who did not know him. That event inspired this poem. 

More than this
more than just waking up going to bed

More than what you fear
Fear you can conquer
more than the fear of taking a bad picture
not wanting to post
more than a feeling insecure
not wanting to be seen
embarrassed of how they look
trying anything to be how the world wants
make it how you want
make it stand out
more than the fear of confidence
afraid of what might be said
feel at your best
don't let there thoughts invade
persuade you to change

More then the fear of looking fake 
Worried about being authentic
let your personality explode
the mask is hard to wear now
figuring out it's made out of glass
sharp corners intersect raw edges
how do we really know who we are

More than the fear of having nobody 
find someone who loves the real you
dulls those corners with every sentence
polish each minute cherish every hour
show us your best nurture the vulnurable
just let them be thst rock
being that angel who sees your wings
encouragement to finally fly

More than the fear of acceptance
looking for a group to belong
that niche you fit into
acceptance is not jumping fast
scout out speak the same language
a way to connect the grey
finding two or three groups to call home

More than the fear of rejection
expect a yes receive a no
letting your emotions take over
wondering if it was your fault
halt any sense of want why bother
deciding to switch it up
one yes can turn into 100 yes moments

More than the fear of failure 
try something new this year
you might be good at first
not quite understanding how to do it
become a winner over the fear
just not how we go about it but
how we handle the result

More than the fear of letting go
the past has already taken place
keep the memories photos advice memories
heal what runs negative patterns
breathe in new rich thoughts
I am learning to love my body type
I am a beauty full of great ideas
I am confident in my abilities
I love how my words bless others
I love hearing his words
I am controllingmy anxious energy
I am better I am worthy
I am letting in new ways of seeing

More than the fear of the unknown 
the future blank canvas sits
hide in lighted paths
batteries of your flashlight never die
meeting at the dark starry sky
walk around and see with night vision
canvas holds threads of leaps,bounds
great adventures found buried
world becomes known once again

More than if you're being still
you are always moving each second
creating noise making progress
check this off a never-ending list
things less important overtime
be still by the sun's rays
charter those ocean bays
notice whats around you
and how we create the blur

More than the fear of a life unfulfilled 
time is measured by days and hours
each day you have a choice
what time to get up
where to drive what to eat what to do
people do so much yet so little
easy to make life busy
 what are you using your time for
make it wise make a purpose
see time in detail
 details used to move beyond our selves

More than a fear of not being perfect
onre thing out of place
that one thing judgeable
people will love you more
just be yourself

Urbanite

wrote this at the end of April


Gods image is all about how you view him

Urbanite

Genesis 9:7 "be fruitful and multiply,
and fill the earth"
start a city ; expand the meridian
leave behind Eden
enter new found sinners
beginners roots, Shinar
look around barren landscapes
see how man became urbanite
bricks built one by one
every hand working toward heaven
with a declaration
an acclamation of what man can create

no snapshot of the past little remains
architecht what did you build?
a temple 20ft tall
our marvel studied questioned
archieologists dig up answers
answers as to why it looked unfinished
unfinished you say let it be
let it be a place with no rooms
a sturdy base
wrapped in a staircase
up along gate of the Gods

see how great it is
the progress
the working towards a goal
so close so far
a world that seems real
God came to visit
they said do you like it?
it gets an F
failure to remove the lens

the lens where pride
glorifies
tries to blind the eyes
success measured in quantity
make more
do more
fatten up
set resume

Job built Ziggurat
built for worship
built for fame
it breathes life
one place
recharge
charge our spiritual
electrify exterior
cascade in wax
seal the past
listen to your confidant

God we all spoke one language
one city
show us that A+ we all crave
take all the jewels we stole
become rich with sin
sins that taint
paint whats right and wrong
I know you won't judge
my views are for me only
pandoras box is where you lie
high above locked with a key
free from the idea of perfect
idea of no control
idea of being different

no He says I won't
I said multiply scatter the earth
but my word does not matter
its like a tea party
with the mad hatter
all of your chatter merely
silenced
stop all that work
build no more
view me as your God
see the tower of Babel
a traitor

Dear God is this really our punishment
you did not read
read the fine print
a succesfull life starts with me
if pride takes over
if you want to be a God;
you can't
you can't live without me
if you never scattered
shatter my heart
splatter you over lands
leave behind traces of first
language

with a thirst graces of
my wisdom and love
embraces in native toungues
His actions sung out
around people
as told by the bells
of the church steeple

A new lens a whole new
place emerged
saying I can see
clearly because of you
because you are
the spiritual lens
worn yet loved




   

Chaos

Chaos

April 11th

I quit this second skin
society telling me too much
what is the most American
and how do I live like one
each morning as engines start
work begins made by time
one sip of coffee turns into
two cuos before 9:00
waking up steel eyes wide
news from every angle;bombards
so and so tells us what past
the world keeps going 24/7
echoes of snippets heard
never opens a full story
flips through like insta pics
liking your favorites
day of blurry tasks began

I quit build me a clone
society telling me my schedule
what is an ideal balance
and how do I use my time
our weeks are just tornadoes
planned out with pretty pens
check marks in a box
I dos scatter my subconscience
I erase those words
today has come again
and adventure will rise
as America tries to disguise
people in turquoise waters

Constitutions Eyes

4/26

Constitutions Eyes

Please, God  why did you make our
eyes so different
having only one hobby in comon. A vision
of the whole
a vision whose details match only yours;maybe thats
the beauty of the world
because creative souls like mine send words
on a journey
a journey in a world where you meet people
everyday
a name,a face,a look of how people see each
other
through glazed over eyes-clouded our ability
to see deeper
   deeper than how are you
   deeper than just a hello
   deeper than who are you
   deeper than a beating heart
Alone until you say hello or the exchange of a
friend request
a simple word that sparks a convo that satiates
an empty space
a road filled with more memories
an invisible ray of light
a voice to comfort when tears won't stop coming
the gentle hand if fear comes up
walk out of the comfort zone. One street
where peace fills your lungs
expanding the darkness around gravitys core
grounded by few people
         lifting us up
up into a place above the clouds
watch each element enter harmony
see the hidden passion
              view specks of light
space is alive with
         dust of our first goodbye

God the spy why do you hide
hide the facts of our innermost self
afraid of showing too much
too much
      too fast
too scared
change our pace
hello old school meet the new;slow down
breathe and think who amI?
     master the worlds vibrato
     smarter know everything
     ultimate renaissance man
making us fit into societies mold
take a step back
       spy inside what makes up me
our desire to break the "supposed" to
more nuances      more roots
find your ish
                  that niche
start one revolution
create your own constitution
amend paths
                   explore ask, go
beyond hello
beyond a name
God hands a tool
      the ability to go old school
your voice
             carried on by His words
drop that fear
         just hear
learn who people are when
      wifi is lost and
                         cell has no power
growing our friendship