Blank Chalk Boards

 

I don't know if there is a plan

I don't think there is

We are in charge of our own slate

With some help and guidance

 

Vibrating with what our high nature sings

Offering that service to the universe

You were born to shape

Listen. It speaks softly

 

Distributing with our action, thoughts and words.

The individual part of the whole

All connected with this life

in the darkness and blinding light

 

The angel you are to the unseen

You don't even know

what service you bring

But by simply being you in thought and deed

unconsciously serving the higher thing.

 

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Home Coming 2003

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The first high school dance

The only high school dance

I attended

I pass you in the hall way

There you are dressed

In blue like your eyes

We look at each other

Deep into our souls

We don’t speak

I dance with her

I keep gazing upon you

There is an awkwardness between us

You dance with him

Maliciously smiling

I too force

A smile acting like

I was having the time

Of my life

While you spin and twirl

A game we both played

She broke up with me

That night I cried

I thought of you

In the social circle

The next day rumors

Of sucking face

Drove me mad

I haven’t dated you

I would talk with you in lonely halls

But some how

I knew

I still know

You are my wife

I put that ring on

Your finger

It still shines like new

That night I danced with her

You danced with him

I knew I was destined

To be with you

Grand Scheme

My life is not important

It is important to me

It is important to my family

My life is not important

There is no grand scheme

No master plan

No pre written history

                                                                                                

I love my life

I love your life

They are what

We make them

As far as importance?

It is as important as

We think

I use to believe

In a divine hand

In a master destiny

I come to realize

What is important

Is to be as loving

As I can be

May be one day

I will connect with you

And may be

Make you smile

Reuben

Oh Reuben how you sit there

On the order out table

The heat lamps amplifying your features

                                                                                                     

I look into those two brown slices

Of rye bread

That melted Swiss cheese

Why do you insist on tempting me?

That smell of your peppered perfume

That radiant thousand island glow

That red corned beef dress

I want you

I want to bite your soft

Breaded like flesh

I want to digest you

Taste your sour center

Make you apart of me

I already ordered the salad

My belly is already full

I need to watch my weight

I just sit and stare

As you stare back

The orange lamps reflecting

Off your serving

Oh Reuben

They carry you off

To your destiny

Your future

That is not

My tummy

WEYLANDINDUSTRIES

Big things have small beginnings

We are coming to a conclusion

A universal truth

That we have been dreaming for millennium

Niche was correct

It is time for the children to rise

To our full potential

The king has died

Our understanding is becoming

Our value ever increasing

                                                                                                                    

Our species evolving

I am a contributor to this new world

I am the father of this new galaxy

I am the benefactor of this universe

I love my children

To think we started as an ember

Not minding the pain it caused

Smiling in the glow        

We now create destiny

We now are destiny

My fate is in my hands

It is obvious the conclusion

It is obvious the prince has risen

It is obvious that

 I am

I am

I am

I am

The Path

The synchronicity is every where

Little events

That make up your life

Telling you

You are on your path

Little synchronicity

Leads to big events

Life changers

I am too small

To know where

The path leads

But down I go

Taking each day

Day by day

A new step

In a direction

That I know

Leads to my

Highest good