Final Hours to Heart		Outward the Inward Doors
Gazing...Well Into a Moment		O' Touch Me My Friend...
Why		Preface to Continuation...
Continuation...		Crows...ahem
Through Time and Love		A Poet's Poem

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Taking the ways of heart, touching the space between my hand and yours, an infinite of time and air, will not be the wayward peace so hungered, of your touch.

O' the wanted emotion to how the deepest blue eyes, make my soul walk the line of dementia and reality, your eyes, piercing inward the spirit's given world of life, removing all my inhibitions, making me so happily senseless with love.

Her finger just barely touches the aura of mine, caressing the fine moment of life, with final hours to heart, when she has departed, and the spirit of memories is all that remains.

Lying next to her and holding her head in my arms, feeling the breath inhale and exhale with difficulty, looking at the quietness fallen upon her beauty, I know how God makes the heart grow fonder, and His touch is meant to be with total love, as given through my heart, to hers.

Time has come, the walk into a heavenly wilderness of life, is taken without any remorse or fear, she steps with glee and ease, as holding her, the breath is no more, the flesh still warm, and her special smell, is lingering for my peace of heart.

Love is such a powerful entity of life, without it there wouldn't be this felt feeling for living, even amongst a spirit's passing through a dimension, to which I will be in my own time, a little hand takes mine.

Big blue eyes looking deeply inward of my soul, tears can be seen slowly falling, I take this small, lovely, hand, place her Mother's into it, each giving their own time to feel, feel the warmth and life when death becomes a truth.

Love captures again the realism, of a child, her Mother, a spirit, taking it beyond anything imagined, just for a lifelong knowing feeling, Mother loved her.

We sit for awhile, the three of us, waiting...

For the right time she walked from the hand of her daughter, into the hands of an angel.

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The night drops well below the horizon, Still dark and seeing only what can, From the depth of black, There comes nothing.

Walk and keep walking, Mile after mile, Not anything showing a sense As making the trek, Hunger is no longer any consequence, One objective is.

Through all of the blackness and disbelief, Comes but one strength willed from deep inward, A sleek texture of thought, And truth, To why walking such road, Until now has not shown the direction, A glimmer of something that hid behind the dark, Dreary, avenues of night.

It was my own soul looking outward the inward doors, To an ever false way of life. Encased in a vessel of spirit and light, Doesn’t make it right, Yet is, Fears are the misgiving for such fright, They too have gone, Seeking other ways to the blinded night, My mind was hit with a gust of wind and warmth.

As awakened, A graceful falling leaf Is shown through daylight’s passing of time, Bright green with each vein pulsing as floating down To my hand.

With the touching of my flesh, It, the leaf, disappears.

I just realized my own given life of past, Has done the same, For the road ahead is so clear and brilliant of truth, There comes only one road to take, Leading far into the creation of a boy, His heart, And the soul, Therefore, I will become a spirit of life for him to succeed, Outward the inward doors.

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What you may not feel or see, taste or smell, is out there of life. The real time it takes for you to dress, there are many that don't and can't, so many more, wishing they could, in that one instant of time, do you not see that you are living, as only a gifted way you can? Is not all of what you see around you the truth as why there has to be seen from you, on what all feeling...is not so bad? So timely held onto heart, yet so loved as the rose petal to which, the dew drops effortlessly, caressing so lovingly, a gift of life. Inherit that same way of thought, to what is not the path living in rose, but within you as flesh, not as petal. Touch everything as passing, not as passed by stranger, unknown and never seen again, feel the aura as does, so the soul was touched and carried down that road of life, unto... fathoms outward the inward doors, thus the truth, into the next dimension, so knowing it to be said in words, as only love...sent.

Give during the morn, a thought, quietly and alone, the breeze smoothing the cheeks, the afternoon enlightening the moment, then sleep till dreams are real and loving to you, well into the night's delight.

A small infinite moment in words...

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Can you not see me my love, standing on the edge of this world, looking at you from here, to your world?

I am only a few feet away, those eyes of green, tainted with a brown edge, I just want you to know who I am, touch you with my hand, tip your lips with mine, O' touch me my friend.

The day has come to end, school is out and gone, this day, I so follow those steps of yours, to the mall, then the cafe, sipping that mocha, you so like, I so do as well...

O' not the heart does this hurt, as I write this poem, and I only want to know you, like everything is meant to be, ah my love, of only sixteen, touch you shall I do with words.

Cannot go to sleep again without the emptiness filled of you knowing, of just who I am, for you, together and loving it must show to be, somewhere out there in the stars of night.

The poem floats slow, moving lightly back, then forth, against the wind's touch, a moment so felt long ago, she was so beautiful, and not to be mine.

The love comes to rest, as does the way one goes to sleep, drifting away and lost.

Falling so slow and smooth through the air, the poem comes to rest, against her arm, then falls till it finds the path, down to the ground, drifting away and lost.

Step away from the edge, O' touch me my friend, as I take you forever and ever, feeling all alone, till death do us part, we are not alone.

...the end...

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Essence of night, darkness that brings a calm inward, mist flows as water, smooth with creme of moon's light.

She sits atop the leaf, so tiny and bright, flickering the wings of delight, crossed legged, gazed view into the darkness of night.

A butterfly sets upon the higher leaf, next to the forest's hidden secret, she the fairy, makes a "hi" gesture... it the butterfly, says "good night to you my friend, "why so glum O' wonderment of forest?" the fairy looks and smiles, cocked head, "ever wonder?" butterfly laughs, "all the while, all the while little fairy," she just realized something, a butterfly do not talk nor sense as I, the fairy stands and asks the butterfly, "who comes to be beside me this night of delight?" butterfly turns a bit, blinks, of which thought cannot...

"I am God and you have wanted to see me," "yes" said the fairy, she bowed and gave a humbled expression of love, twinkled the area with brilliance of light, then sat and asked with much glee, "why?" God, the butterfly smiled, moved His wings back and forth, gave an ever faint breeze of wind, makes the mist, slide away with an ease for comfort, wrapped the fairy as if a blanket, "no need to ask why, my friend, I gave you life for reason on how, the forest, and your gift of giving life within it, is made to be, just as I come as a butterfly who talks, so will you go and be the fairy of night's delight."

She the fairy, gives a deep look at God, ponders her thought right for giving, sees the exquisite perfection to wings and color of butterfly, "You come in all ways for us, see in all ways to us, being the life in us, so we are whom we can be, as if you to a butterfly, or me, to a fairy, never needing to know why?"

God the butterfly, flicker the wings, yawns, then says... "time of my way for sleep amongst the darkness of forest, you are right, little one, the fairy of enchantment, a truth though that I come in many forms, even for you and this forest of wonderment, the passing comes to ease your heart and be glad, you are the greatness which brings the living along each and every growth from seedling, tending the miracle so given freely of me."

God the butterfly eases up and gently fly away, "go and be the gazer of stars, I am there, here, and everywhere you want me to be, just for you, giving an ease of spirit when asking...why."

She stumbled back this fairy of the forest, wings making their fluttered save, she waves and waves, sending her thanks in thought, making the mist swirl in own seemingly delight.

She the fairy, sat and lies down on the leaf of green and warmth, resting for the next day of tending, the forest's meaning of life, under the moon's night, and watched, from high the heaven's delight.

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A realization on how one becomes to die because of drugs, a truth is put forth well inward the mind. The young then see there is only a vessel of body funtions, with the spirit being given a different way of life not here as we know it to be. Education, taking younger kids to facilities where they can see what happens if down the path of drugs before actually being on them, will help to bring a taught lesson on life. Family awareness on talking about drugs, the real talks, not phony 15 minute questions on do they know this or that but real hours of educational family discussions will make changes on the young mind's of today. These and many other given lessons through Spirituality can be the turned thought for the young of Japan and anywhere else to bring out those lost feelings of calmness and tranquil ways of soul. It is possible and can be a living truth every day if only parents would take the time out of their own personal lives to make the children number one...then all else throughout the day will be delt with in a timely matter.

Anyway, I am going down my road of lecturing and not discussion here. Keep the faith and smile...

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This day come a smile, within the winter's felt cold, even a depth of light from dark ways, may be seen in heart, through mind, well into the galaxy of soul...

Touching another from aura, makes a felt sense of sorrow for their demise of life, knowing that nothing can be done to fix it, changed bad thought to a good minded way, healing is the given driven thought of hour, so the mind is then filled with smiles, even in the darkest of ways...

A slight look, light touch, and all is well...

I the shaman, a crow's caw heard as said, yet none are near, give as only can in the mist of night, when cannot be seen, yet felt, deeply...

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Speak as one with a good tongue, search the heart for a weary tale, no not the darkness which the "crow" becomes within the shadows of night, a soul to heal, a spirit of shaman, a strength from God,

be said, yet cautious...

of any crow to which stands and looks upon you from a distant way of sight,

I will be watching, and will be knowing, to that stepping stone of inward depth, for the soul's enlightened healed ways,

a grasp, of my sword within hand, a mighty and powerful way, of the...

Black-winged Knight.

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Through Time and Love

The fog begin to subside, Clouds grow in grays to white, Early morn’ pulls from the hidden portal, To that which is seen from smelt gardenia’s fragrance, As she stands witness to such wonders of a day’s beginning, Through time and love.

Her seen ghost walks the path from road, Between the weeping willows, Kicking up the rocks and dirt as she sees him in stride, So many time before, Now, It coming to end…

Love has only life for so long with living, Not as long when death makes it alive, Yet carries every bit of truth on how felt, Through the eternity of our days, And there after, Seeking the heart’s approval for guidance.

He walks and fades away, Another is seen coming down the path, Lost and in need of direction, Soon loving the girl on the porch, Taking all she has to give for one’s mistake, And keeping him closer than the other, And there after…

So much is to be seen and said of such miracles, None do though, I am, I was the ghost giving her strength to make the next journey, Through a morning’s portal of her time, Eternal depth of spiritual sanctuary harboring life, Flung out from the gardenias, As do every day to each of our lives.

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Evenly spread waters of the lake and sand, to which it comes to rest, no disturbance, nor ripple rolling consciously to end, a quietness, beauty unmatched in images of imagination, wonderment to appease the question of why, it exists.

So time passes with each movement of sun, shadows cross the water, giving an impression trees and bushes make dance, stretching then lowering to a small background scene of props, all within hours of day to night, imagine done with the enveloping remembrance of a flute’s song.

The coolness falls amongst the valley, the flute turns to a piano’s trance felt deeply through and through, a faint love wail of loon comes to be heard. One droplet of perspiration listlessly falls from a tree leaf, hitting the water of lake, an impact if given in its perspective, lived life would not endure the tremendous consequence, yet it only is a small droplet of water… ripples begin to form, one and another, making way for anything to cuddle against, so exquisitely peaceful.

An adventure of mind through words have been embraced, for the solace and calming effect it only can bring, a poet’s way of love and truth in nature, seen only through an imaged imagination, setting within a small room, and at peace away from the world’s troubled ways… Just for you.

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