Called forth from Mystery, to live in unknowingness, met with passerby's and others, some who left their mark. Currently fluctuating in unknowingness, following my sight and sound.....just a speck in God's Youniverse. more »
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Bullion Grey Poems
Letter To A Friend On Vacation
How was your flight? I hope it was as fantastic as what I imagined it was. I was flying with you - you know?
12 New Ideas
These twelve new ideas are the result of an individual's experience. We are creative beings...we are all co-creators. 1. We admitted we are powerful creative beings, that our lives are direct reflection of our use of our inner creative imaginative spirit.
I Hope You Live Forever
My heroes are farmers without names, Nuns and monks without possessions; Laborers and ordinary individuals, That endure life’s sufferings and fates.
An Awakened Understanding
I am Awakening, I am beginning to Understand I see the green grass, and the message is grow;
I am flying my kite, arouse my heart to higher heights. My isosceles triangular thought, and circular rotating life,
Where Poets Meet
Long way, down the journeys road, past the brambles, past the slowed, up the top, and down again, round the trees, just up the bend,
How long is an instant? How long is now? How long is Eternity? How long is long?
I Was Raised by an Insane Man
i was raised by an insane man my dreams they turn to mares of days and nights I could not stand lost in a field of terrors
Another Way to Poetic Words
Scatter yourself in the wind, allowing any direction to float. Landing upon many a person, inser yourself inside their coat...... Listen and note each thoughtless thought, conversation and attitude, careful to jot any simple jot, that catches in your shoot. (lol) After gathering moments of mind, review your notes you see;
I Don't Know
Sit and sigh, on the fourth of July, watch the rain come through. All mornin,
Starting with God’s sunrise, I feel awe and wonder a Divine perspective that flows, through my heart first and then my emotions, prayerfully I hold my perspective as if I hold precious flowers.
Modify as Needed
Look closer by writing dreams, insights, ideas, thought forms - Harbor creative solitude by going into solitude actively instead of drifting -
A Poem That Addresses My Life
I am searching for the poem, which addresses my life. It should be a carefully written simple device. Started when I just came about, after mother’s torrid delivery. Simple with steps, and verse that wept, with strong inheritance.
A Speck in the Youniverse
Such is the fate of a speck in the youniverse, to float along the wave of existence, without plan or knowing. Yet part of the mass, still small of the dust, this speck travels a long living view.
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Letter To A Friend On Vacation
How was your flight? I hope it was as fantastic as
what I imagined it was.
I was flying with you - you know?
As you waited for the plane, boarded, searched for your seat,
got settled...waited for departure, lifted off in the wings
of hundreds of tons of steel, flying toward an uncertain future
(as we all do) , soared among the angels of the sky (clouds)
and saw that the earth was very different just a few feet away.
Yes, I was there while you stumbled to get to the bathroom,
(I waited outside) , then made your way back to your seat.
I saw you ...