red-rimmed eyes

The midnight hour creeps steadily in
The old made new when today begins
Laughter peals and echoes back
when memories flash lightning fast
past red-rimmed eyes.

The midnight hour creeps steadly by
The new made old with tomorrow's rise
Memories unbidden cause to leak
Tear made rivers across one's cheek
from red-rimmed eyes.

Like all time
The midnight hour
blinks on by
and is only caught
by red-rimmed eyes.

Glimpse of the Eternal

When you can find the humour within the serious, the light within the dark,
the grace within the broken, and the beauty within the desolate, you are in that place to which few arrive, many have faith in, and all strive for.




I wish my camera could actually do justice to the beauty of this scene...

Saskatchewan... the land I love

How can you not love a place where you can learn how to dance just by watching the sky?

'tis the season...

in the words of Steven Colbert...

"Happy Hannukka, or however you decide to celebrate the birth of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ."

shadowmeld

why can't I sleep
with the mysteries of the deep
and avoid this cruel world
and the hate that it keeps?

why can't I lie
where angels go to cry
and heaven's tears flow
in rivers on high?

fiend

the surge, the rush,
the taste that fades,
but never goes away,
leaving me hungry,
thirsty for more,
always looking for
more.

frantic searches reveal
one more shot
(this time, at least),
and I settle back and
let it take me.

it's over before it begins.
already my mind is scanning
the usual hiding places
like a mental flip-book
of smiling faces
that turn ugly and evil
and consume my soul.

I rip apart each room,
a demon possessed
with ambition only
known by those
who have been
there before.

"I'm fine", I say
to those who ask,
who question
the red-ness of my eyes,
the dancing of my fingers
and the bouncing of my knees.

I'm fine, it's okay.
I'm always like this,
always have been.

says the fiend.

check it out....

Greehouse gasbags

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