Purple skies and flames
brighter than gold where
You shone. On the throne where
You lay down your life for us.
A precious warmth, an inviting glow.
Your eyes that saw the truth. Your hands that healed.
Your feet nailed
to a tree.
Holy wood burning
and the fire grew and Your gold dripped like the…
I drive on the 56 East heading home.
Tired eyes and slouched shoulders.
My eyes peek at the sky and the moon catches em by surprise.
Like a rapid flare shot in the night. It was there — gleaming in all-white rounded brilliance.
The moon flies —
racing to the finish line.
It quietly ducks behind a thick curtain of gray clouds and
I drive and the moon continued to hide.
I squint my eyes.
I see tiny stars dotted in the after-dinner, too-early for bed sky.
A darn mars moth keeps swarming into my view.
The mars moth is a fleck with fiery paper wings. Delicate and detectable.
The mars moth glows like the embers of fire — spouting red light into…
I love you.”
when I was lost in california
I jumped on a plane and
came running to you.
I was craving skyscrapers and madness.
I wanted loudness — blaring sirens, angry taxi drivers, honking horns,
and hip hop music busting beats in the streets.
I am always completely transfixed by incredible public speakers! How they speak with conviction, and aim to captivate, inspire and intertwine stories that resound with the topic at hand.Think of Tony Robbins, Barack Obama, John F. Kennedy , and Oprah. I admire their ability to communicate effectively and to make…
There’s always an answer
to your prayer.
There’s always a thought
in your mind.
There’s always a move
you have to make.
There’s always a trial
in your life.
There’s always a word
you can speak.
There’s always a sound
There’s always a way
out of a problem.
There’s always a means
to an end.
There’s always your
let it lead the way.
While hiking through the forest pine
I heard the river song.
Like a siren, it called me so
I made my way through bushes and bracken.
The River Song grew louder.
The chorus of the melodic babble
of water rushing
of the mud worn shores.
Flowing fast in a calm way.
Frogs croak on the mossy bluff and
chirping crickets hop in the misty spray.
I make my way across the dry spots on the rocks —
dotted along the surging stream.
I put my foot on a slippery one and fall into the
I scuffed up my knees, but the cold water keeps
the pain at ease.
So I pick myself up and keep jumping along.
Humming to the tune of the ole river song.
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**Sparkling** — like the bubbles in my fresh champagne.
I float ‘round this glistening room
where crystal chandeliers eloquently droop from the ceiling
like pearlescent rain.
Where each cheval glass flings luminous light across the ballroom.
Spin me ‘round this marble floor and
watch my silk dress swoop in circles.
Pull me in close and feel my heartbeat —
as it syncs with the rhythm of the music.
Put your hand on my back and keep me close to you.
There are many wandering eyes, I see them looking this way.
But I love staying close to your lips so I can hear you whisper
gently in my ear.
And my dear, when I close my eyes
I feel dizzy and delightful.
I feel like champagne.
“There’s something about a roller coaster that triggers strong feelings, maybe because most of us associate them with childhood. They’re inherently cinematic; the very shape of a coaster, all hills and valleys and sickening helices, evokes a human emotional response.” — Diablo Cody (2)
GIANT DIPPER ROLLER COASTER — The…
by Kayla Johnson
Why do people come and go —
some stay for a season,
others make a home in your
heart for years.
Then one day they pack-up
and venture out of your life.
Some say good-bye,
others seem to shy for words,or
perhaps they were
hesitant to leave — or hasty.
Whoever you may be —
it was a joy to know your
Even if it lasted just a second.