Tag Archives: LoveSpeak

Feb 6 2013

Chasing Eternal Spirits…

25City ended when life known though not completely understood stopped and the wars began. Great floods of political or religious doctrine mixed with gun-powder, drones and bombs—ba-boom-ba-boomed despite of; right or wrong, weak or strong and as all beliefs—no regard for precious life. Territory divided along the secular lives of too many bleeding folks and still the ba-boom of gun-powder and drones and bombs along with the religion of death found no one innocent enough to live.

City stopped and the social constructions of neighborhood and village and town died without a whimper. These constructions simply died, when the bullets ran out and all the weapons jammed. Riding those lines of timeless speed and the dark-light dance—carried Sparking Sparkle toward mass of center without color.

Then began the poisons of time. Another body politic found a better way to worship and to control those left to control. Call climates-a-changing or winter’s wrath or drought or flood an Earth-ender. Call death by storm or maelstrom or super storm Cindy or Clyde or Mary or…Mind-storm of those to control the unwilling to be controlled and always war to stop-start-win-lose-contain-spread-prevent-continue…Confusing of words sometimes win?

And! Always those living or dying in-out times either today, tomorrow, in present condition or another future real or imagined. Watch the sky for ‘It’ will come and destroy us! This never happens because we destroy ourselves. Are war and the fighting of battles as genetic as the creation of our own children?

If we let them do…then this is what will happen…they are not able to govern…and let’s call those freedom fighters—Terrorist…they are not people…they must be contained…this is our war against Terrorism…yet; is their war a hope for Freedom and Determination? Those winning wars rewrite history and are remembered as Patriots-Noble-Courageous-Founding Fathers and…really Thomas Jefferson, are all men equally created; yet, slaves are owned?

After several weeks of warnings the ultimate destruction of our Solar system, commenced and in a little under one hour the sun and planets were gone…All men are created equally! Living changes everything and another adventure begins. Skipping into start-stop and without this motion all ends…Skippity-Hoppity-Peace-be-Peace.

At this bridge we jumped to safety just before our vehicle splashed into water below us. He leaps to safety, and then plunge-jumped into the swirling-twirl and chased the auto as it went to-bottom. We waited for him to surface…He re-appeared as a boy. However; why a small child? Anyway, we never saw the man again.

And! Beautiful you are…

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Jan 10 2013

Change Body Change…

71In the beginning there was the violence of creation—and as womankind and mankind spread about the earth violence was their survival…Born in blood and dead in blood. Such is the way of physical life and being physical in the rhythm of here-today-and-gone-tomorrow. Within the cycle called life—we are born to be wasted.

Let us not fall in war but simply fall in love! A pleasant change—don-cha-think?

 

“Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one”…’Image’ by John Lennon

And! Beautiful you are…

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Dec 19 2012

From Somewhere World…

7Winter’s walk around Village Square and Father…The great man took his son’s hand and they wandered the snow-covered and light-filled place…The trees were huge and the sky was bright. On a hill just above them, a choir practiced those songs of Christmas past—of that moment and about those days of coming.

“What do you hear?” he asked. “Music,” the boy answered…”And what else?” Little children…hear the magic of those sounds present and questions are never answered from…

“What do you hear—Daddy? I hear the flapping wings of middle angels and the thunder of snowfall and the twinkling of lights and…you.” he answered.

Christmas walks and Mothers and Fathers and families are forever things—as are people and memories and songs and dances and sorrow and laughter and Life…

On these quiet nights, just before the Holiday of Family Song…I hear Father!

Merry Christmas to our world and maybe somewhere on middling planet—not steeped in all of our pertinacious folly there is Peace on Earth…Father’s favorite Christmas song started as… “I heard the bells on Christmas Day. Their old, familiar carols play. And wild and sweet the words repeat. Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow…

Hey! Great ideas…All this talk of Peace and Love and Understanding. No religion required! These are three simple notions. All we need…Us and being able to hear one another…

So this is hoping—that for once during the time of lives and for the folks of a planet of somewhere…Merry Peace and Love and Understanding.

And! Beautiful you are…

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Nov 26 2012

Songs of Away…

Touch your breath with mine on this night. Lips warmed with kisses
On this silent and this windless night—
I come for you

Brief shore time and great time away.
Universe of sea and water
Wind and storms and planet touch—
I come for you

Away from mid-Jan’s night magic and soft
lips and kisses without sounds with us.
On this silent and this windless night—
I come for you.

Now! Sally Born-She Sea-ness-And Salt-ness-Upon foam-less-Night seen-Day-loss. Alive life-Before time-Raining time-And night-Out begins-Or Senses.

Now! Sally ridge-Run summer-Without fall-Not winters-Spring ins-Reason outs. Just blood-Blue or- Red wiggle-Or warming-Self to- Air pushed-We then-In Breathe-Out then.

No! Quicker now- Quickly not-Without Sally-Sound gone-Remembered now-Forgotten or-Mourning willed-Minded danced-Without Sally-Home dreams-Picture silenced-Of life.

And! Beautiful you are…

 

 

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Aug 16 2012

Children of Summer…

These are summer’s small ones. Little boys, a lake, a sun, a length of blond hair, red hair, freckles and frogs. Brothers, little and younger, play in tiny waves too small to thunder toward the sandy shore.

And wind wandering through the pines that grow in rows along those rocky places where shadow, fern and grasses cling and mingle with swimming life, aquatic things, rainbow-colored trout and fish brothers  hoping to catch…

These are rafting days, orange and yellow circles filled with air and ridden noisily across a quiet bay.

These are singing days when shouts and shrieks and whistles call across the harbor where wood-hulled ships rest, as their bell claps set to sound by the rocking of a wave and the setting of their sails. Snake twins, those boys, those brothers made of blood and the eternal bonds of water and of blood.

Water children held above the line by the knowledge buoyant unafraid and free, defeating for the playtime, gravity and restrictions of a drier Earth.

Then sunshine turns westward and slips beneath the sky. Nymphs forgotten, paradise found and summer’s little ones.

Little beneath the scheme of earth and large beneath the stars. So bright! Those stars, filling the lake with silent sparkles, dancing gems and laughing diamonds… Tiny brothers sleep fast and safe within their dreams. Father listens to their brief and passing sounds of laughter.

And! Beautiful you are…

Jun 17 2012

Never So Free!

Confusion and distraction until forgetting to live in this moment. Too much worry about your futures and nothing of my own. Adult and child and never once except an occasional glimpse of  the this and that of life. Never being alive until the strength of Eternal Spirit and the life of a simple breathe and many more to follow the cool-cold vapor brought in and expelled with spell and soundless force and with the substance of air.

Maybe to seek unity with Eternal Spirit… not wishing to use but simply wishing to join Spirit…The Muppet Chaos and the Muppet of Order. A little of both, however, not too much of either less it fills the physical life with distraction and again the confusion of now and yesterday and tomorrow.

Saw a movie about the (six days) of doubt through the eyes of a sixteen year old kid…Kid recalled that ‘No doubt’ had just been noticed at the end of his eighth-grade year and for such a brief minute he had been completely alive with both bike and friend and road and street and the strength of not knowing the weight to come so quickly and so completely.

For those brief wheeled moments the ‘I have never been so free’ touched the youth like we all have been touched by same and for those brief minutes we dance with Eternal Spirit. We dance and we do not ask for anything. We are united and we live.

And! Beautiful you are…

Coming in September 2012—PME Radio…

 

May 2 2012

Sally’s Roar

Image

Soft whispers and…
Your scent and
your touch and
still not you.

Not for moments and love.
Not for days and touch
and alone and
Yes!

Sorrow does have
a human heart.
And…without time
it does not depart.

So! Witch Magic -
I will follow
you as things
and tears…

No! Just whispers and
words brush my cheek
and your soft lips
and your love.

And! Night whispers
and oh God now
remembered and
silence.

So! Sally and somewhere,
do you ever dream—

Ever dream
of me?

Those tiny bruises -
touching love near
country dirt roads
you adored.

Sally! In the
darkness of
this sleepless night -
I miss you…

from–“Sally Walles” by Philip M. Edwards

And! Beautiful you are…

Dec 21 2010

Today! Love Accepted…

A Love is an exception to what we usually sense!
We watch an umbrella two to share. Arms around first shoulder
and then waist. A lean each toward other. A cheek, a brush of
mouth to skin. Walking, hair-to-hair and hip-to-hip.
So! Love today is an Accepted exception…

Jun 5 2010

Confused or Just Overwhelmed?

Machiavelli wrote, “There is nothing more difficult to take in hand, more perilous to conduct, or more uncertain in its success, than to take the lead in the introduction of a new order of things because the innovator has for enemies all those who have done well under the new.”

Changes are underway so remember: We are not alone and we are of strength and courage and we will enjoy a hint of fear for balance and for the sensation of being underway.

And! Beautiful are You

PME Radio is coming soon…

Mar 23 2009

Dawn Love & Sunsets

We!
We gather together outside, Beach-side, Ocean ripples and a  soft blue-green of the outbound tide. No wind, no breeze and a cool sea and a blue and cloudless sky.
They proceed toward a sunset  place, of lamps, soon to light after that most public kiss (“You may kiss your Bride” – should be both of you hold and kiss and live with peace and love and understanding and butterfly kisses and the give and the take of your Dawn of Life and the begining of your Circle of Life.”
The Book of Life has started and you both will write this book, together.
We, toward one another, glance, remembering or forgetting the cake and the dance and the laughter, the toast, the memories of our own book and a marriage that has failed many times and as many times succeeded.
Sunsets, and the “I pronounce you  Husband and Wife”. May our creators have mercy on, presently, your soul of one.
As they turn toward families and friends and life, we are in that passing moment, Together!
Sunset colors fade into the Line.  Together and Together and Forever and…