Into the heart

Blue tinged confines
of words followed straight like an arrow
into the heart
of a cold world moment,
I sit on edge
unable to look away
wishing I knew this child,
that perhaps I could have stopped
the sadness of this tragedy
but worlds away
I can only now read and see
that change must come.
What is it within
that makes the evil rise
like cream to the top,
curdled and sour
vile to the tongue
these too often happenings
leave behind in their wake
a longing for the light to shine,
to melt this heartless world
that treats the smallest
as expendable for difference,
for annihilation just because.
I stand here beneath a sun
on a day cool and beautiful,
breathing in the freshness
and high in my land of abundance,
yet a piece is now on the floor
shattered by a face with a name
and I cannot let go of that smile,
cannot forget what has been.

This post was prompted after reading a heartbreaking post by my friend Tre about a young boy murdered for who they thought he was. So sad…..if you feel you wish to read about what inspired this piece, please find it here. Heartbreaking. Thank you Tre for bringing this to light. The world needs to bring light to expel the darkness of evil.

What it is…

Listening to lyrics,
Crushed to the extent
of words that represent
the best of everything
in a child’s eyes,
things unchanged
by wishes and dreams
or escapes of a paradise found,
’cause listening don’t change a single thing
except hearing answers from someone
who slipped in the cracks long before
you came along….
and I see the faces gone
lost in that sullen place
where I visit often
for it is there they teach me
the lessons not quite complete
as they slipped away,
they talk to me
in dreams
where I don’t wish to awaken from
for there are things there
like webs of strings,
following to find
answers I’ve searched for
since a single cell joined,
the music finds me
on the corner of a Southbound lane
there is an answer there…
in the silence of a brick graffiti wall
I find my way
turn round to the shadows eclipsed
by a touch of grey.

Where do…

All the cowboys,

riding the line all the way down

taking it where it leads,

living it as only they can.

Sleeping bags tucked and memories,

music hangs on evenings air

stars sparkle just a bit brighter tonight

as rhinestones join the game,

another empty space in heaven

filled with song.

Suffering at its end as the train rolls by,

childhood vinyl held in trembling hands

not to mar the fresh new smell

the 70’s in the mind alive and well.

But I am blessed for I can recall

and still to this day sing,

for another cowboy flying high

as peace to him now this day will bring.

“And I need you more than want you,
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman is still on the line”  (4/22/1936-8/8/2017) Glen Campbell

Ride that line Glen, follow it as far as only you can, I’ll still be listening on the wire with a reminiscent tear in my eye. Infinite day, Infinite life.

Image result for the meaning of 8
The number 8 represents Infinity and everything good in the universe which is infinite, such as infinite love, infinite supply, infinite energy, infinite time . . . in other words, 8 represents complete and unending abundance without any lack.  
If you take 8/8/2017, add them all up 8+8+2+0+1+7=26 (2+6=8) I love numbers, RIP GC