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Rapunzel:

all peoms are beautiful dear



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bountiful dreams can be
believed when we witness
beams o dance in eyes o
butterflies, glads’, sunbirds
buzz by, such sunny o
blue skies, a rainbow song
beholding humankind

Good Morning,
my friend,

It's so peaceful
this time of day-

I got up early
to watch the sunrise
with you-

Look at the colors,
they're so bright today-

That orange is just
brilliant!

Oh-feel that-
the dew drops
falling off your
leaves-

like soft, gentle
kisses-

sent from heaven
just for me-

what a way
to start my day-

A beautiful
sunrise-

you- and dew drop
kisses-

Thank you my friend
I'll have to come
back and share
a sunset with you-

realistic
intelligent
where did I cross the line?
Knowledge
wisdom
so revered in this lifetime
but oh how I feel
misplaced

dreaming of sunset kisses
dancing when it's raining it's hardest
running through the flowers
stay away from home for hours
hoping no one misses me
Sometimes I have to believe that
life's joys come from daydreams

Who wants to wait to sleep
but there alright with me
this awakened vision of me
I see is only one part of the story

crystal water falls
bathing in the streams
feeling the wind
blow right through me
have the summer breeze
take my breath away
and just breathe

Maybe having knowledge and wisdom
makes you feel that
you can do anything in your reality
even in a daydream

Tenderly, I gather memories

as leaves scatter slowly,

frail with age,

made fragile

by time's incessant movements ~

attempts of deceptions inflicted

upon the sacred

splatter flecks of gray

that cannot betray

their true colors.

Ashes drift

far from the hearth,

recalling flames' fluttering finesse ~

I remember

the warmth you wove around me

during the coldest winter

that came without warning

(or perhaps I was too immersed in these tides

to hear).

Passing moments

and endless years

cannot conceal

the depths of devotion

we embraced

with eternity's eyes upon us,

certain Love would last...



and it has.

beautiful

Rapunzel:

beautiful

You can hear the music,
I can feel the music rushing in my head.
These moves in my brain,
were spread.

I love this,
it is my sport.
If this love is illegal,
send me to court.

You can't take away this,
passion.
It is,
my kind of fashion.

You can see,
pretty movement.
I can feel,
self-improvement.

What is this sport,
it is Dancing.
I feel it is more,
than just prancing.

I am good,
but not all that great.
For dancing is,
my deepest fate.

Just a small seed
the promise of greatness
potential for beauty
created by the Lord
unique and precious
planted with dreams....
but just a seed in the ground
isnt enough........

Warmth is needed
caring words
hugs and encouragement

Water is needed
The essence of life
love.......
unconditional
precious and sweet

Protection is needed
to fend off the enemy
until strength is gained
to stand alone

Time is needed
patience
and a belief
in the outcome

The seed is planted
a small child
given the warmth of caring words
the water of love
the protection from harm
the time to bloom

and a thing of beauty springs forth...

sow unequal parralel,
sow bending the time that is,

sow...
reap....

sow your favorite food, and every thought you have while cooking,
sow your car with at least three personal charms of memory,
sow your happiness in the rain without enough clothes,
sow your signiture,
sow your love to your lover,

what would reap...
today, I did absolutly everything...

sow everything that feels good,
sow everything that you touch and inspire,
sow everything that shivers up your spine as a ghosts' name,
sow everything graceful
sow everything of balance at live,

what would reap...
today, I smoked four cigerettes and four joints,

sow maddness of canvas,
sow maddness of destiny,
sow maddness of not knowing what to say,
sow maddness sanity,
sow maddness and lose in bliss,

what would reap...
today, I wore the same socks,

sow a time limit we have,
sow a time to the curves that grow through it,
sow a time of those when your best friend was smiling purely,
sow alone,
sow all steps with a different shade,

what would reap...
today, I saw one hundred and fifty nine faces,

sow the wrist bands of many a festive war on saddness,
sow the high lone balloon and the boots on power lines everywhere,
sow the invisible dreamer, lotus and upside down on the lively faery bushes peak,
sow the gift,
sow the feet to the moments earth,

what would reap...
today, I sat at the same tree in the shadow
and I day dreamed the wild strawberry apearing upon the cliff,
the view, the stillness of this infinite mistake awehile rock climbing,
and a tasty smile even when upside down,
a shoe lace begins to loosen and my end

a flower...

I'm here smiling today-
Spring has once
again arrived-

I have missed
our visits-
it is good to be back.

There is new life
around,
your leaves
are beginning
to come out again.

There is gentle music
playing somewhere
in the distance.

I hope it is something
you like.

I wonder if that
daisy will come back
this year?

Oh, listen to that music
how it bounces off the lake!

This world hasn't
gotten much better
over the winter.

It's getting harder
and harder to live.
I'm really glad
you don't have
to see it.

Maybe this year
I'll be able to
bring you a few
more gifts.

Maybe I can
even stop by more often.

I am hoping to
publish this book
this year, my friend.

Well, I guess
I'd better head for home.

I'll be back again later...

On that day he woke up feeling old,
tired and weary, a little cold
to his heart his hands did fold
giving thanks for one more day.

Then the mirrored image smiled to say
your hair is thinner, beard sprinkled grey,
none of this matters anyway,
today God has a job for you.

To the streets beneath a sky of blue
worn out socks, a hole in one shoe,
he walked along with nothing to do
until her cry.

In a gentle voice, he asked her why,
heard things that made him heavy sigh
wiped the teardrops from his eyes
and offered her his hand.

"We're not supposed to understand
when things go wrong, destroy our plans
just be strong, I know you can,
for time will make it right"

He took her hand and held it tight
together they prayed into the night,
"Mother and child to re-unite"
"Now, it shall come to pass

When love is a friend,
it never demands us to be
other than who we are.

Under the eaves of our emptiness,
we become the page unwritten.
Wait for the strike of ink,
splatters of poetry. Our prayers
answered because someone’s love
writes us into being.
In the cries of our silence, we
are not surprised. No one can
leave etchings to make us worthy.

There is only one hand that writes
us. It lies deep within the Light,
brilliant since birth, and knows
all the beauty we would deny is true.
Our first friend sings our golden forever.
The job before us: learn to let it shine.

When love is our friend and our lovers gifts,
we can become participants in celebration;
give thanks for all we are gifted with being;
know we are never without love. When we
join hand gifts with another, we increase
the size of the universe we share from.

from where u got such sweet material

from this ' ' guy

Rapunzel:

beautiful one sweeto

the leaves’ green cloud hovers
above creeping vine memory

whispers

sent one at a time,
dropping blessings
from every reach’s
complex structure

just before sunrise
a bluegray sky hums stillness -

harmonic shimmers search
through every key of understanding
and shine on everyday expectation

today’s purpose gathers strength
joining with birds’ songs
of the road is waiting

Into the moon dreams are cast..
Haunting eyes watch as love passes by,
Lone wolf wandering the night
singing melodies of souls cry..


Pair of stars fall one by one
as water cleans like the sun,
wind turns the world 'round and 'round
As your soul sinks in ocean's sand..
like flowers without rain
air stills as does a heart beats lungs..

It's rainytime,
and amid the beauty
of new life,
it will rain,
and it will rain,
and rain.
The sun will hide
behind the clouds, and
the sparrows and robins
will seek shelter.
But afterward,
the birds will veer
from their nests
to sing anew
and delicate buds
will blossom beneath
the kiss of the sun.
And you'll discover
your own rainbow.

I had.
Alas!
Dreams that cry
I have.

Alas, Alas!
Dreams that die
I shall have.
Alas, alas, alas!

Trust your dreams.
They are sweet and beautiful.
Trust your visions.
They are soulful and powerful.
Trust your aspiration.
It is your earth-friend
And
Heaven-brother.
Trust your realisation.
It is your Eternity's real Self.

My mind wants to interpret
All my dreams.

My heart wants to love
All my dreams.

My soul wants to fulfil
All my dreams

It takes strength to be firm.
It takes courage to be gentle.

It takes strength to stand guard.
It takes courage to let down your guard.

It takes strength to conquer.
It takes courage to surrender.

It takes strength to be certain.
It takes courage to have doubt.

It takes strength to fit in.
It takes courage to stand out.

It takes strength to feel a friend’s pain.
It takes courage to feel your own pain.

It takes strength to hide your own pains.
It takes courage to show them.

It takes strength to endure abuse.
It takes courage to stop it.

It takes strength to stand alone.
It takes courage to lean on another.

It takes strength to love.
It takes courage to be loved.

It takes strength to survive.
It takes courage to live.