PS I don't Know what Happens When people Die?
Until I cross over the line
Until I do, then I’ll find
People on fire, People drowning,
People dying suddenly,
People shopping down towning
Then I’ll be free
God as company
Throw some seeds of your own…water them with encouragement and tears from your own Sea
Throw some exuberance into the sudden heat that comes sweetly
Throw off what I always thought was true
Now these days I just don’t know
Where all our animals, and passing dear friends go?
My Nammi tiger miracle cat is so alive rolls over
My tears need the music to hold me undercover
Where did you all go?
Randy, Bandit, Annette, all in a row…
The final hours
The final goodbyes
Their final smiles, quips, laughs and cries
Let the music soothe our aches and pains
Let the warm sun warm my back reigns
Let True Love play her beautiful piano
Let me rest assured in you Lord and know
Know what I can only guess…just where do they, we, they go?
I cruise the old neighborhood
Life was simpler, easier, good
And it all comes down to this
Ashes, violence, recovery, trauma, thrown fist
I just had to go
As far away as I could find some quiet serenity to hear my own voice, my own wounds, under the brilliant high prairie sun, and galaxies and moons.
Where do we all go?
Old houses now with another family goes
They don’t even know
I came and went
Not even my name
5131 SW 19th Drive
3913 SW Dolph Court
How slowly yet quickly a life can change
Yes James
I’ve seen fires, and rains
They are skies, and ocean waters
Stones, and rolling plains
Someone’s sons, and daughters
Someone’s sorrows, joys, epiphany’s, pains
Someone’s mistakes, victories, crosses, alters
Echoes of the past
Foot steps in this present
God’s plan the task
On a Sunny Saturday, finally free of the clock, no phone
I’ve gone walking among the city dwellers
Killing time alone
Wondering what the story tellers
Would say about the state we are all in….
Fancy cars go by, gawk spin,
A man with his life’s possession in a shopping cart
The freaks, and the people in their dressing arts
Time just keeps ticking
The electronic parking meter ticking
The the lights go on ticking
The chem trails in skies ticking
The sun light traffic ticking
The gas tank goes ticking
Ticking the moments that go on in days of events, people’s faces, voices, expressions time running out ticking and where will it all go shadows of doubts, as time is running out, as the drummer sets the pace, and the humans race, goes about…tick tok….ticking…
Where do they go?
When time runs out?
Beyond the freeways
Beyond into the imaginations of Mansions
Where there is only sunny days
The light of Heaven is shown
Welcome to your life
No turning back
My,….how you have grown
Decisions, lay a track
Reaping only what is sown
Good, bad, better, opinion, fact.
Leave my phone at home
Go into the days of future present tense honoring the past
Going on a vacation,
Away from the cell towers
Away from the drauma, trauma
The greed, and evil’s lust for powers
In a surveilance opticon State
Away I shall dance on the edges wait
Till my prayers become lightning bolts
Accompanying the roar of thunder
Justice, Faith, Love, Hopes
Come Lord through me strong, gentle, tender
Where do they all go, upon saying our last respectful goodbyes
To The Skies
To the tears that fall
To the eternal winds that howl and call
To the rivers musical rollings
To the ocean’s majestic roarings
We are ticking movements through space and time
Just passing through,
Earthly and Divine
Walking contradictions
Liberated, and addictions
Salt, light, water, flesh
Lords gifting breaths
We, we, live breathe ….
They living in the city,
I am living in the country
I am living in a red zone in a blue State
I realize I am not truly free
I am alive seeking a higher purpose and a better way to honor the Divine
To find the “Peace that passeth all understanding” in every waking moment
I can find.
Soon I ‘ll be gone.
Answers in time
Upon my way home.