Oceans are deep
And rivers are fast
Water has power
The dye then is cast.
No life could exist
No land would be shaped
Through use of that liquid
Our world is landscaped.
We drink it and bathe
Even play on its back
We hide from its power
It takes quite a knack.
Sit back and give thanks
For that drink in your hand
The cells of all life
Through water is planned.
The stories I could tell,
Said the window to the wall.
Lovers kissed and meetings missed,
And oh that awful brawl!
I have a tale to tell!
The door said opening wide.
Of people hurrying and others scurrying,
With children by their side.
We see all! They said with glee.
The floors were chiming in.
To and fro, don’t you know,
They walk our polished grin!
The rugs and chairs felt left out,
We know what’s going on!
They all sit down and crack a frown,
Their secrets then are drawn!
Watchers everywhere ,
Could say what you’re about.
But just today, they will not say,
Of that there is no doubt!
The colour of my words
Is an ever-changing hue.
It shows what I am thinking
In the things I say and do.
Bright and cheery colours
Of Yellow and of Gold,
Mean my spirit’s lifting
My stories will be bold.
But when the colours deepen
To Purple and to Red,
Then my story changes
The tales may conjure dread.
Blues and greens are colours
That suggest a kinder tale.
I pray I’ll do an awesome job
Of which you could avail!
Black’s a colour on it’s own
A Darkness it implies.
Should I write a missive
When on evil it relies?
Join with me I pray thee,
And wander through my words.
Enjoy the rainbow I employ
With all those nouns and verbs.
I wish that I could see
A signpost up ahead
“Well done girl you’re winning!”
If only it had said.
Instead I fear the opposite
The signs are very clear
“Caution, Speed Bumps Ahead”
I’m in a new frontier.
“Stop, Proceed Slowly”
My love life does it mean?
I’m really not that kind of girl
It’s not where I have been.
“Wrong Way” “No Exit”
My future perhaps?
“Dead Zone” ahead
There appears to be gaps!
“Wide Turn” ahead
Are you talking about me?
“No Turn Around”
I’m confused now you see!
“Do Not Turn Left”
“Do Not Turn Right”
“Road Work Ahead”
It’s one hell of a fight!
Confusion sets in
As I’m ordered about
Signs are everywhere
Upon my chosen route.
A statement on life
These signs seem to be
We can choose to listen
Or we can choose to be free.
A caveat I must declare
If freedom you embrace
“Caution” up ahead
A hefty fine you’ll face!
Nicely Twisted
Yep that’s me
Looking for angles
That others can’t see.
Straight lines are boring
They’ll just trip you up
I’m liking the curves
That’s my kinda cup.
Surprisingly twisted
At the end I am thinking
But the story has a finish
You’ll miss if you’re blinking.
I play with the words
My sandbox of choice
I’ve something to say
And they are my voice.
Thank you for reading
This foray of sorts
It had to be said
Cuz, I’m not into sports!
Coding’s complete,
The DNA’s done
Personalities written
It really was fun.
The creatures are finished
They’re all in their places
From the workings inside
To the look on their faces.
Now we sit back
And see what we’ve made
And hope we’ve been right
And then wait to get paid.
The work that we do
It’s done on the run
Creators for hire
Our job here is done.
Now on to the next world
In galaxies far
I think it is close
At the very next star.
They can’t really see me
They don’t know that I’m here.
Then why all the fuss
The hysterical fear?
This Halloween craze
Is really bizarre.
People pretending
To be what we are.
They wear their costumes
And go out for a lark.
Then I and my kind
Can wander the park.
I know you’re pretending
But I’m certainly not.
And once in a while
It ok to get caught.
I hide from your view
The rest of the year.
But today I’m quite close
Inhaling your fear.
Over your shoulder
Just by your side,
Are others like me
The dead walk with pride.
Move along,
Move along now
There’s nothing to see
Don’t furrow your brow.
You cannot stop moving
If you want to live
There’s work to be done
And so much to forgive.
From birth until death
There is a progression
With life in the middle
It’s at your discretion.
The choices you make
On this journey of yours
May help or may hinder
For those keeping scores.
Now is the time
Take stock of your self
Should you be living
Or left back on a shelf?
Move along,
Move along now
There’s so much to see
If you only know how.
A fly on the wall
We’d all like to be
A different perspective
On the world we would see.
No one would know
That we were so near
Gathering gossip
On those we hold dear.
Our size makes it easy
To wander about
Close and then far
Even inside and out.
There’s only one problem
I can see from this blotter
Wielded with accuracy
The dreaded fly swatter!
I heard the voice of Christ
Whispered on the wind.
He knows what I am thinking
He knows that I have sinned.
He speaks to me in dreams
His message oh so clear,
Live my life according
To the tenets He holds dear.
To speak His words to others
Is just and clear and true,
But live each day by His word
That’s the thing to do.
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