שביל ירוק

זה כמו מלכמה, ואני רוצה שינוי.  אני רעב לשנות...אבל חלמתי על שביל ירוק.  לא הבנתי בדיוק מה זאת אומרת.  חלק ברור...זה חשוב להמשיך.  אך מה המשמעות של שביל ירוק.

Floating window

It's like there is this portal that allows me to see what could be.  Some times it is small and far away, others it is very large and hovering beside me.  It won't go away and keeps showing me potential.  But it began to contradict the truths I must be ruled by in this life. 

I am lost in the place of two feet in real life, and my vision in another.  I've began to stumble over real things.  The dreams must have been false? Where they had merit and blessing, were they not becoming something else?

In need of gps. In need.  Kicking up dust and mud

Clouding out static and distraction

Fogging up the mirror

Finger smudges make cute pictures 

But a weakened reflection of what is to be

the ocean

and the frames had sand
so smooth
and dread is drawn by the undertow

So bliss stayed with me and i rolled from sleep
this was a one snack week
glad for it.
well seen the chances
and edits prevail.

healing and weakend traits
I mean, yes, I was just lied at…but

I'm free
      free to sleep or not.  So with outvitations
given i'm pleased to know the past and its opposite.
confirming more static to come, but joy in the end

the glorious long haired end ;-)

thank you for coming?!

i'm growing defensive.
step away from me because...

I have my own path,
and i'm sorry to be selfish
but, you can't share.

My service is my gift to give
and you are not on the list.
Please take note of those around my campfire.
it is for their warmth.
You benefit in light, but this I can not help.

Shiny and focal, eyes draw to the side
missing their mark.
And I stand in stark opposition
to your position and placement.

Divest your intent.
you'll make more impact
with your awaiting weeds.

This is this

I'm making an effort to pull out the knots.  This blockage clogs more than a free flow.   So I have maybe three strands

The betrayal 

The unclear

The thing I want to be a lie

Exhaustion and thin layers lend to grabby threads

(Significant progress in mere minutes)

Salt is falling from the skies

You don't see it, but can you feel it?

Solids pounding out a rhythm of distress.

Your distress. You can be done with it

I beg of you to be done with it!

Open hands and feet, not arms and legs.

Joy comes in the morning and even in the mourning

If you let it...please let it.

You will be healed

And the day will amplify, so you must have supply to warrant such return on investment

Keep eyes dear one

And give them back

Like a cake with much money made into sugar,

Water melts into almost anything.