Recycled Pap

It seems I’m more creative in 

many but not ALL ways …

Or always.. 

But at times more than ever 

maybe because i have 

more to draw from or 

it’s natures way of giving a little 

‘kick back’ for all the shit .. 

whoops … sorry …

whatever life is whether it’s 

made up or fate or random acts or 

we are beings manipulated by 

the forces around us with 

consciousness only an illusion; 

light reflected onto the back wall of 

some cave.

 “Cave light”

the world we live in

the world outside and

just below the surface;

light Spinning by

 for us to hold with

brief struggles to 

make the experiences into 

something we think is

good.  

And so we go stumbling down 

The hill of life trying to 

catch up with ourselves 

the light that’s spinning by 

too fast for eyes

to see.  

We mold our lives from 

stories stored inside

and 

the ones we get from others.

We make life, story with 

beginning middle and end that won’t 

hurt us or hurt others but 

in the end

it’s 

all the

same.

The Gray of Darkest Night

I sat and watched in peaceful trance

water cascade toward me,

it’s white caps reaching for the shore

where purest water and land met

in perfect balance.

…

A half mile off shore men fished in the trough between

shallow water colored tan and

deep water blue that extended to the horizon

then further where deepest knowledge lies hidden beyond the

fog that blurs the boundary line

of the event horizon  …

…

… when the world and everything in it

came alive!

…

an immense delta shaped cloud miles across

morphed into a giant sparrow

its tail feathers tendril-like

emerging from a roiling line of black

trailing far behind

each twisting through air

in its own unique way …

parts of the whole drifting away,

thin strands of cloud DNA

seeking like minded life forms

reforming into new more powerful forces or

receding into the mist

…

i listened for words grown silent;  empty space greater than

the sound of crashing waves,

or the passing wind that filled my ears …

when shades of gray surrounded me;

the sandy bottom of the great lake became a subtle shade of gray;

the white caps a more subtle shade … with motion …

the shoreline grass multi faceted shades,

the sky in slow diminishing muted shades of gray

slowly turning toward

the blue black of night

…

I was living in the gray zone before nighttime on the

boundary line between time when

 dreams from beyond the horizon are born

within the light of darkest night