Tag Archives: poetry

accidentally stepped on

Oh I’m sorry!  I didn’t see you down there,

I must not have been listening out for you.  Are you OK?

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Pardon me, but what if you accidentally killed something that mattered to you?

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maybe you’re just walking down a path, up a hill
and something jumps in your way, underfoot or
in your face.

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Now that it’s dead, what do you do?
You made it out alive and you get
to sleep in your bed tonight

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Sometimes at the foot of my bed at night I think to myself
Sometimes I declare my motives to myself
Sometimes before I fall asleep, I wake up
and see the light. and then I can’t sleep.

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Bask in the warm sunbeams, please. – Mark Weathers Nov 2014

 

Pillar of doom

All the time in the world, waiting patiently for your end.  Spend as much time as you need, all the time you can.  Enjoy your ride.  Mazes are fun.  Get lost on purpose.  Adventure, explore and dig deep.  Walk all the way around.  Check it out.

There is only one way in.
There is only one way in.

One way out.

Death is an unknowable mystery.

Life is knowable mystery within unknowable mystery.

Marvel at your surroundings, look all around.

Try to figure it out all, take it all in.

Seek your roots, seek your truth,

once you’ve spread your wings.

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land softly and launch again.  - MW 2014-10-17
land softly and launch again. – MW 2014-10-17

stung bit kicked

ouch!
what was that?
I saw something fly out of my shirt too, where’d it go?
Oh, it definitely stung me. Now we’ve both been stung.  Ha!

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Let’s go!
How’s your leg, does it still hurt?
Thanks for walking with me and catching the first webs.

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laughter and humor and nonviolent dissent. Easiest thing and the strongest thing. love wins everything
even when it appears lost.

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Let every fallen leaf carry a different lesson. This one is for you. Please be well. -2014-09-19- mark weathers-

Keep your eye on the sky, every once in a while

let ’em look
who cares what they will think
be yourself
and find out who you are

watch them watching
trying to see you
only seeing a fraction of what you show them
and their own reflections

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Aug 2014

passing by overhead
fading away at a snail’s pace
rusting, losing power, malfunctioning
blowing away

a faded recording
our fate could rest
in a single droid
help me Obi Wan
you are my only hope

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Aug 2014 – Mark Weathers

Splish splash I was sleeping forever

Underwater,
outer-space,
pressure builds and
you will succumb.

Give into the pace,
Yes, breathe in-hale,
out it goes, down stream
with the flow, so it wants to go

And you will,
you have,
you are
and always will
until you wake up again.

You’ll make a splash this time
your ripples will make great waves
and others will bob up and down
with our flow.
it is ancient.
until you wake up again

From the depths of time
the cold dark nothing
a seed of life
and a safe harbor
with still waters
reflecting your eye.

-markwAug12

 

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and be well.

 

clothed in a state of undress

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Don’t normally post works in progress.
Then again, I’m definitely not normal.
In order to create something from myself
I must be clothed in a state of undress.

Couldn’t ever paint on the street.
Don’t like people looking over my shoulder.
Too many greedy eyes smiling waiting for it. So GO!
Into the public, the masses are laden with wolves.

Look yourself in the eye, then die. Admit defeat.
Walk into your fear, conquer the beast within
Choke on it and recover. Did you ever almost die?
Times are changing, life is upgraded dreams

The mind’s eye, will find itself (and wink)
at center with it all, all of it with the one
showing off, bouncing, dancing, singing out
louder until someone finally sees the whisper

shhh.
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looks odd to me out of context
looks odd to me out of context
Works in progress, matte medium layer drying Aug2014
Works in progress, matte medium layer drying Aug2014
large batch of lil ones in the studio Aug2014
large batch of lil ones in the studio Aug2014

Just thought I’d share. Let me know what you think!

Also this, just because.

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Stumpever

Thanks for read/watch/skim/eat/absorb/ing! 😀

 

It is what you make it

It is what you make it and it is made out of mud.
Spreading wings and setting suns.
Flying dreams and lucid self-awareness,
just keep going down that path.
Don’t the let the spider webs stop you.
Keep going still, keep on keepin’ on.
You’ll get there and when you do,
Jump right down into it.
Get a little dirty.
Go for broke.
Got what you came for?
Build your momentum and fling yourself back out.
Life is worth exploring.
You never know what you’ll find.

-MarkW-Aug2014-

 

it is stump ever you meow it to be - Aug 2014
it is stump ever you meow it to be – Aug 2014

 

The past gives us gifts and never really leaves us.  There is only the now, be happy.  😀

 

why do we fall, bruce?

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“…so we can learn to pick ourselves up.” – Alfred

( http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/391005-why-do-we-fall-so-we-can-learn-to-pick )

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Even the flowers fall, down with the sunlit leaves and debris.

From the nurturing soil, toward the nurturing sun,

We get past the fallen trees and tragically beautiful flowers by growing up and over them.  They will nurture us all for generations yet to come.  Even though we become separated we still hold each other in our hearts.  The separation is an illusion.  Just listen.

What do the voices of your dearly departed say to you?  Who are the separated that encourage you to grow and become more of yourself?  What long dead voices still ring true for you?  What soil nurtures your roots?  Where are you getting your brilliant sunlight?  Where do you get your regular water?

Food and drink, for thought and nutrition, eat well and be well.

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another day fights the dusk

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rain drain graphite definite – 7/26/14

The room grows dark,

dreamy light drains away and the impending tone is set.

In stone they write stories

in graves they write wars, gods fall to temper blades

history is splashed with more tears, marring the old words.

Lightning strikes as blind eyes in the sky’s scrapers

look down on the canopy tops at the receding hair line

sign the red dotted line, no cutting back

forever forsaken forgotten intricacies

lost jungles, darkness creeps

in broad daylight, with hidden eyes

plotting, afraid, desperate, alive

with mythic fangs, leaves remains

waiting for the chance

it will perish but it knows

it never ends.

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iamthoswhobelieve 2014 crosses within crosses, two halves a whole
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crosses within crosses, two halves a whole