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Forty-Four days
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[Forty-Four days: 44]
Til the chapters close.
It’ll get easier, Ra
Slower, sparse,
and fizzled down
& out; eventually
Stand fast & stand by,
For the time shall come,
When all my magic here
Is merely memory.
A legendary blip on the radar
A backwards swimming fish uncaught
By the hooks of mediocrity
and their traditional routines
Carved from the ways of was,
Plainly seen for what they are,
Perhaps & possibly
“outdated-faded”.
Free from all of it
Cept what I choose to keep,
I am merely passing through.
I ride the Neap tide ever onward on
To clearer, warmer, waters Felt.
To the seas that welcome wishes
And where the smiles are never squashed.
This, Savy, Salty, sea-dog,
The “tender-hearted Tender”,
“Sir Swift NImhble Render”, here!
reporting For me duties!
Aye-aye! And steady, onward-on!
High winds, fair seas
& biggr’ booties
I’ve come to take a taste (Is all)
I’ll be long-gone, by dawn.
Take your last “licks & looks”
Your petty tongue lashings
And shallow disdainful stares
Are fading fast from relevance.
Slipping through your fingertips
Slick & slimy; like a slippery fish sliding
Annoyingly, just barely, out of reach
Defying you with every ounce
Of greater magic held;
sent from beyond the deep,
To show you of your tired ways,
And the newness that’s been steeped.
And I am but a minor chord
that has been plucked.
The symphony of evolution rings
With a chorus of cacophony.
In a melee melody, with a,
“Do no harm-harmony”
Held in a warning-rhythm
To ways of old,
in the tempo of
temperance.
As Said before,
this has little to do with me,
I am but a mere reflection,
a magic, shadow cast,
Sent to shake things up!
My time is short,
It will not last,
The world is small
We may meet again,
But the lessons sent from spirit
Demand attention; Look within.
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2. |
Bad-Boys & Buoys
00:43
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Bad boys & buoys!
Ropes & totes!
Shepard’s are We
tending-To
the catchers’ catch
We scale the scales With double cranes
Wire-up! Knuckle-down! Clear the lanes
I “trip” the “pulls” with pelicans
And shovel the Unlucky
(Who did not escape)
To the tanks.
Scope the Anchor!
On the “comm’s”
Mind the radars & alarms
bow to stern - the Tie-up’s, go
And stern to bow, to go
Report your where-about
Ever watchful. Never, “No“.
Mistakes will not be tolerated
Whether they be yours, or not
You're sure to get a mouthful
Just as rumored “Sailor-talk”
You can ‘kiss goodbye’ to schedules
For its all, “rapid randomly routine”
Always unpredictable, except the tides,
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I think, that they think,
these tactics will work
You know, and I know,
they won’t.
The things that IRK
& bother the “most“,
Are merely a task.
Containing meaning?
= it don’t.
I’ve dealt with FAR greater
I’ve dealt with far worse
The games that WE play
Are coming from sOurce.
You think you have me,
All figured and known,
Try as you may,
Try as you might,
My spirits intact,
A Non-negotiable
Cosmic contract.
All that you do;
(To harm, or to hurt),
Shall come back around
3 -fold, and it’s coming for yOu!
These are the laws,
unbroken & true,
Divinely decreed
from the seeds that we sow,
To show us all,
“the importance of acts”,
That which you dish out,
will surely come back.
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4. |
"Nimhble, be I"
03:22
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Nimhble, be I
Swift as a sword 🗡
Surrender to source
As I “Render the Tender”.
Juicy and lush
Mere moments appear
In a flash of potential
the rush of sincere.
Steady & stable,
Recovering strength.
“tumbly & tough”
It has proven to be.
And now to the last,
Few rounds of the fight.
Stick to your guns.
Remain in the light.
Mark yourself up;
(With markers of course)
Speak only truths.
Be an “unbroken horse”!
The hour glass here
Is rapidly falling.
The finish line 🏁 follows
Let’s, “Jolly the folly!”
The hand has been dealt
I know all your cards,
It’s plain to see why
Your lives are in shards.
In a few calendar days
The deal will be done ✅
Contended with honor
With, “fun on the run”
I’ve learned a lot,
& liked what I’ve liked.
I’ve loved what I’ve got.
I’ll keep what I’ve kept.
a feather
A blade 🔪
A book 📖
& some sage
A patch from police 🚔
The knots and the ways
“Toughened-up” Right
No, worse for the wear.
The Power & peace
Of a mended heart tear
I’ve been patient (too kind)
For those over-the-line
I’ve taken the licks of a lifetime.
Much-More than fair
“Humble pie” have I shared
(Perhaps I have made it to Easy).
For the shallow and dim,
the distain & the grim,
Your champion Swift is still sailing ⛵️
On! onward!! beyond!!
Tap. Tap. & “a-check”.
The honey pot seems to be oozing
For the richness of life,
And the bounty and strife
all mixed-up Right for a feeling.
There’s more lessons to learn,
And alternative ponds to discover,
The culture and tastes of the others.
In the kingdom of many,
Where the people reside,
Large is the world 🌎 for the looking.
There’s much more to see,
many-more Seas to be seen,
Did you think for a sec I was staying?
I’m In, then I’m out.
With a gambol.
A flash & a spark;
Then I Ramble.
Back to your ways,
As you please,
(If you will),
Remember the ways
Of what others instill,
That the new ways of living
Are better and fun
And just like your ways,
The work still gets done.
I’ve lost it all / “free for all”
However you see it, it IS.
The woman of mine
Only mine for a time,
Let-loose-to-leap
& swing so-high, solo.
Our plan & our map,
cut-in-half, Then divided.
An alternative choice we decided.
And here I remain,
wrapped in the love
that has passed
And morphed into
whatever we’re doing.
It’s now only me.
And the dreams that I weave,
Together no more as a team.
Much has been lost
And can’t be regained
When a dream is
no longer a dream.
Get ready for more.
Which way? Which door?
Let’s continue to make it more worthy
Of the story of you, and what you’ll go through
To find out your way, topsy-turvey
Just listen and swim
Let the newness seep in
sift through the shift,
Let the chaos begin!
For, “Relax; everything's out of control”
Just “Meat & the taters”,
And the tastes that you taste.
We, “ flavor-trippers -
armed with “trust treats”!
I must, relearn, how to live
All, By-myself, How to give
To the meaning of life
singularly
And to love life, as is,
seemingly
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Wet & Wild
01:41
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Wet & wild
“Pucker up! Buttercup!”
She won’t make it Easy,
Time to take the test.
Can you contend with little rest?
To be amongst the best.
And while we’re on the matter,
Can you perform with heart intact?
A “give” from deep within
A Divinely Written sacred contract
It’s all happening right before you.
It always IS, it always Was.
Despite your observations,
And awareness of its buzz 🐝
Behind the scenes of all your knowing,
Around the curtain; out of view
There’s something going-on
Besides the choices that you do.
And when you get bamboozled
It’s great spirit who winks at you.
Throwing curve balls to remind you
That life’s a game,
not-a ,”walk-through”.
Get rightly stumped, and be confused
For slap-happy-silliness Loves to play.
It’s more fun to live a life with laughter
In me opinion, superior in every way.
For the gruffness is in large supply
There’s no shortage. We’ve got plenty
Let’s not order any more today
I’ll let-cha know, when we’re down to: 20
And if, IT no-longer serves you
Will you be brave, and walk away?
There’s more choices on-ahead
That need attention outside today.
Just live your life; (It’s just that easy),
Let’s not complicate the path
Just a step in a direction,
Be well; Grow wise; be daft.
So much beauty; All around you!
Take a gander! it’s on display!
You ALL know this.
What else is there to say?
You may choose in how to view it.
Participate in what you wish.
Live with purpose. Learn to listen.
Take some risks. Go Catch your fish 🎣
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6. |
a Critical Gaze
01:14
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A Critical gaze
Straight Down to
the molecular level
What Consists your core?
The key-ingredients to
cook, craft, & create a fate?
Is it writ within your code,
Or “picked-up”, perhaps, In pieces
Awesome-Osmosis!
Symbiotic -sickness!
transcendental Telepathy
Or hammered home,
With repetition-discipline,
And the will to reach the water marks
Within this realm.
As above, so below.
This is the law;
this is the flow
Is it all predestination?
Or am I “at the helm”
Of my decision?
Free will; so it seems
“One does, what one can
“Love it OR leave it”
An “honorable man”
Accountability, Quality,
patience & strength.
Could you be?
Would you be?
Willing to work?
At ancestral healing?
“wring-out, the root-rot!”
Planetary Alignment!
Get your, “Cosmic assignment”
Your chakras & aura intact for the battle
For the Alien allies are all overhead
Watching for worthy terrestrial friends
Microscopes! Telescopes!
Atoms ⚛️ & stars 🌟 !
Creep close to the nucleus
Seek out the quasars
For the further you go,
It all circles back,
Mind the morsels &
Follow the tracks.
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Be Cautious Who
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Be cautious of WHO,
You give Allegiances to
For power is not given lightly.
To obey the unjust
And to follow the foolish,
Is equally wrong.
So own it.
For the wicked and cruel
Should not be given a tool
For greater reach;
& amplification.
their dark-deeds indeed,
Are but Sour-Rot-sEEds,
Which MUST be cast!
(without thought or a query).
Where is the “Might of the Right”?
Who stand bold in the Light?
To serve an honorable cause
I’ve been seeking.
One whose mission is pure,
To the Ideals which they serve
Without stains of corruption and greed.
I shall continue to search,
And seek-out the success
Of a mission that’s worthy of me.
If found Not by a search,
then ONE I ought to create
In fact, that may be
thee Answer
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Lotions & Potions
00:47
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Lotions 🧴 & potions 🧪
Elixirs & creams
Mineral mix-ups,
And freshly juice squeezed
Blended & brewed
For the wellness of you
The tools of a healer
Which oneS should I use?
For our vessels need tending
We toil & grind; While towing the line,
Much gets forgot; Made to wait
“I’ll be fine”,
To keep it all moving,
& running with ease,
Requires attention,
(But you do, as you please),
Many a thing can be purchased.
There are plenty of things to replace.
Yet The glorious gift of your body,
Is a single-serve suit for this race.
Take critical care of yourself.
You matter, It’s matters, it’s health!
For there’s much to explore in a lifetime,
Make sure that you stretch in the mean time.
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In a matter of weeks
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In a matter of weeks,
I’ll be back in the world,
With cell service & internet,
A car, and no home.
Jobless again,
with some money to spend,
But debts are still owed,
And my tooth needs some fixin’. 🦷
Lucifer, bOb, & tank, to begin
Then, Natasha & Colin,
the cerveaux & crow,
Then back to sin-City,
Where my things have been placed,
In boxes and bins, sidelined From this race.
But where to go next, Cept back to my Rees,
And reforge a feeling fresh-founded release.
And sort out The now-new ways that will be.
What’s working for her.
What’s working for me.
But short in duration,
no matter the length,
My path will go on,
Which ways will I take???
Great spirit,
my guide,
my center & source,
Give me clear signs in
The matters of course.
The wisdom to know
The tracks on the trail,
And ears to perceive
Which ways I should sail.
I am willing to serve.
I am ready to play
The game of all games
Let’s start with today.
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10. |
Fish Frenzy Five
00:53
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“Fish frenzy five”, in the tank.
We began all Wobblie,
RockIn’ & rollin’
making swinging heavy pulls
More treacherous!
The pace was intense,
Then leveled out to a calm,
A bath, and a meal, and some winks,
Before starting it all... over again!
To the dreaded processing boat,
Where the suction is low,
And the work is all ours.
Deep in the guts & the blood,
After forever, (and a day),
Of shoveling feesh,
It’s sanitization
and “bleÂch-bitch!”
Me foul weather wear,
As clean as can be,
The smell of the catch,
Is sticking to me.
Another quick-rinse,
teeth scubbin’, & meal,
5 hours of dreamin’
Then Back to the deal.
The galley is gorgeous,
All primped, primed, & clean,
The hoses are rolled,
Let’s work as a team!
For my time here is short,
A fast stay indeed.
I’ll do what I can,
I’ll see, what I’ll seed.
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This “Run” has nearly run-out 🐠
Of catches to catch 🎣
And the days, in a daze 😳
& the ways of the weighs ⚖️
This son of the Sun is about -🌞
To finish this chapter, 📖
And conclude the game, ♟
The final few pieces remain.🧩
“En-guard!” Til the end!⚔️
This Bards on the mend 💊
Then on, to the fortune 🔮 & fame.
What’s next now for me?
What ought I to be?
There’s so many left
I could choose from.
As always before,
It’s a mystery door 🚪
Great spirit Provides the -
“blessing of guessing”.
For life’s about choices ↔️
And forks in the road 🚏
Thirty-one flavors & 🍦
spoons on your nose 🥄
What’ll it be?
You, and then me?
For service is served, by a Server
And the needs of the needy, need to be met
So, Give to the “givers”,
so the gives don’t run out
& Forget not yourself,
so says I, in the count.
Hang on & hang tough
Let loose & let go!
For what’s coming
has already happened
Through the actions of past
And the dice that were cast
Each moment collected;
the outcome effected;
It is writ in the stars ✨
So is ALL that’s to come.
Continue the learning
& conquer the quest
So raise up the bars
And beat on the drum 🥁
Stoke the fires a-Burning
& ace the last test.
And in the in-between’s
Stick to now’s, for so it seems,
That you can have It all; your dreams
If you dare to cross the beams
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Fingers & Toes
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Almost “Fingers & Toes” Til the close
“The nose knows”, so they say, so it goes.
Each little piggy remains for the count.
My senses are sorting amounts.
Rejoice in how far you have come!
The work was all rigged, but I won!!
I may never return to this game;
(But) my impression will last & remain.
For Quality speaks for itself
And it WAS, I’ll say-so, myself
And all the extras I piled on the top
Will be remembered and seen to be sought
Yet IT, was never me, it was gOd
Channeled through the “willingly odd”
Just a fOOl who fancy’s his fun
And the “ways of the plays” -on the run!
Hey-Heyoka! (Sacred clown 🤡)
Care to show me around?
Great spirit is who I am seeking
Could you help me, in finding the feeling?
It’s somewhere hidden inside me
It was here, then it vanished, quite rightly
I continue to race through the maze
But all ways, only work, for some days.
“Yes, why!” He replied, “I had seen”
“For ones, as we are, “in between”.
For our paths, are All paths, reflected
To brighten & lighten the lives we’ve affected
No sense in thinking it out.
Our gifts come, from beyond,
(There no doubt).
Have courage, for the fears of the many
Need reprieve , and a laugh, from the money.”
And, with a squeak, & a wink, & a jingle,
It was me, only me, (I was single)
Left Knowing that all will be fine.
Keep playing, and towing the line.
Head & Galley,
seas that GO,
4.knots.easy.
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Soaring Solo
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Soaring solo,
swift as can be,
(For Swift is now me)
Never the less
Nix fuels the distress
Like a cloud that consumes clarity
Quick-draw-Mc-Ra
Nimhble-symbols, Ta-Da!
For the sigils I’ve steeped, & seeped.
Into Battle-worn Armor
My, “Well-worn, wet-wear”
Prepared for the challenges
Of eyeballs that stare
To see me at Sea,
My magic mixed, in-the mix,
Watch me work, if you will
While I’m “trippin’ yó picks”
In a 3, 2, 1, SNAP!
I’ll be long-gone, “So Long!”
And the few, who were wise, for the having
Shall trace back the time, that we shared
(So divine!) and remember what’s really worth having.
Who am I? If not me.
Though it’s quite clear to see
That I’m different from most
you’ve encountered.
But I just play my part,
A role, “wise & Wiley-disguised”
As a, “peon-serf-no one“ Surprise!
As pertaining to me,
Still confused what to be,
For Your costumes I’ve worn
(Many/plenty).
How do people decide
What to do with their lives?
I’ve been lookin’ for longer than most.
All too content, with the irrelevant
As long as Moolah keeps making its way.
I need something MORE
Than the options galore
So many are quickly displeasing,
all too soon it’s a bore,
And little learning, left to explore
“Expansiveness”, she seems,
seemingly slim.
“You are, what you do”
I have heard; and been told,
There’s truth in the ways of the phrase.
Unless that which you do,
Was for fun, and not you,
In attempts at escaping the daze.
So what does it mean?
To be a “learning machine”
Starting over & over again
A “bottom-rung skipper”
The talented, “dead-end Dipper”
What will be worth loyalty?
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