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Day 154: Forbidden Quake

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Forbidden Quake

You are my cherished blanket from the youth of yesterdays

Soft and angelic, crushed in scent of celestial echoes

As stripped cherub, I curl placidly into the grooves of your cotton kisses

Locked in silence between the touch of poetic eyes

Yours and mine, blended in cradled rapid whirling angst

Able to touch only within the dreams of treasured midnight hours

Draped as wild virgin surging beneath your ocean mantle

Opal-aqua, evergreen, woodland thick and meadow wide

Water to water, shore to shore, oak roots to trickling gumdrops of soil’s moisture

Beneath me you rest, shadowed by this caller, sprawled out in innocence

Pillowed between bedazzled hunger and the starched sheets of reality

This gift made perfect for the beholder, a birthday suit tailored for one

And stretched through the fading image of fear into fountain tingles

Splashing, nibbles of magenta magic, intermingle with berry coated cake

Wear me, this mangled dress of charm, dancing beneath your cherry light

Wear me, upon your heart’s lips, a sensual memory of glossy bright

Your forbidden treat, the cream in the drink of life swirled round you

Taste what is before you, before the bell awakes, and the layers are worn thin

And waxy remnants scorch the naked bed where flamed burned through

Come hither, pulsing knight of mystery, I bid you unravel your threads

So you may weave again your rainbow colors into this quaking mettle of desire

Day 153: Call Me Sunshine

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A song I wrote this morning to play on my guitar today. Inspired by my friends I have met through blogging. I love you all so much and am ever so thankful for your beauty. ~ Sam

Call Me Sunshine

Call me sunshine, call me darling

Call me river flowing through

Call me angel, call me heaven

Call me lovely stream of blue

Let me whisper in your morning

Let me tickle you at night

Let me rest outside your window

Let me garnish you in white

I am sister, I am brother

I am sunlight, I am sin

I am answer, I am question

I am silence on the wind

Watch me fly now, to the valley

Where the secrets never die

Watch me fly now, to the mountains

Where we both can touch the sky

Carry onward, through the grassland

Carry onward, through the brush

March in rhythm, to the seasons

Of our nature’s gentle touch

Of our mothers, of our fathers

Of our lovely beating hearts

Take my hand now, take my stories

Join together, what was apart

We are truth now, we are glory

We are beauty evermore

Fear no longer, fear no troubles

Call me sunshine you adore

I am sister, I am brother

I am sunlight, I am sin

I am answer, I am question

I am silence on the wind

Day 149: Carved Delicate

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Carved Tree
Maui 2012

Carved Delicate

I used to dream of the life

I lost while I stood

Up high in the night

A lamb in the woods

My light shining strong

My fear kept within

The clang of my heart

Beat places I’d been

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I used to dream of the life

I lost while I stared

From the highest peak

Surrounded and scared

Watching below

As entities came

Prowling at dusk

And howling my name

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I used to dream of the life

I lost while I cried

Alone in the open

With no place to hide

Demons haunting

Where I did slumber

Fire lit eyes

Pulling me under

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I used to dream of the life

I lost while I screamed

A victim of fate

Or so it did seem

That all my plans withered

Dried up in the drought

And left me parched-starving

And fed with death’s doubt

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I used to dream of the life

I lost while I ran

Afraid of the days

Afraid of each man

A woman of black

Whose shadow had risen

All broken and wounded

And locked in her prison

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I used to dream of the life

I lost while I broke

Wasting the days

Before I awoke

Dreading the times

And what was to be

Questioning my purpose

And past misery

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I used to dream of the life I lost

But I don’t dream loss anymore

For deep from within

Mercy opened her door

So wide and so grand

Did joy’s entrance appear

A threshold to serenity

Carved delicate through tears

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by Samantha Craft

June 2012

Day 148: Protector

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Protector

misery

clanks like devil’s bells

burning muscles

closing eyes

through puffed out face

joints bent and scorched

monster in the mirror

tired

so tired

fatigue overwhelms

long to give up

to sleep life away

to escape

without burden

without tears

satisfied

don’t want to complain

to be here

in this space

where the future is absent

where pain draws his dark curtain of dismay

my innocent woe

a stage for fear’s echoed speech

rescuer where stand you

with fading voice I beckon

I beg

listen to your angel bright

and whisper your presence

trace the edges of my existence

with your dancing fingers

send feather-light kisses

through bleeding indigo sky

caress me in every thought

as eyes to tender sunrise

serve as prince’s cradle

my protector

lance turned syringe

siphoning fully

the chamber of ache

from the caverns

of my withered

and broken

weeping soul

by Sam Craft

June 17, 2012

Day 147: Redemption

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 Redemption

You were not born into slavery

You are no less a captive than the brightest wishing star

You are in no need of any type of ransom

For there are no chains that can hold you

No space that can keep you

You are as free as the ocean waves

You are a bird of sovereignty

Given wings of grandeur

Magnificent blended feathers of white

So mighty and bold, and ever so soft

Can you not see your perfection

Your beauty

Though you stand unmoved

With eyes stained in tears

Know there is no sadness

That cannot be liberated by thy very wings

My little dove of humanity

Why wait you

Go forward

Burst through

An angel to her mission

A mountaineer to his sheep

Slice across this imaginary bondage

Soar above the idleness of wrath, bitterness, and woe

They are but ash in the flame of forgiveness

Emancipate the weight of thy mind through acceptance

Break away from this dream land

Be as the blacksmith’s iron to fire

Bend in the heat of accordance

An ember endowed with source’s grace

Dear, dear compassionate one

Know you are amazement

Know you are joy

Wait no longer gentle bird of love

Emancipate your life

Embrace your wonderment

Liberate your essence

In the waters of truth

Washout all remnants of doubt

Bring rains to desert

Redeem your spirit’s calling

From sister malice

Redeem your growing passion

From brother fear

For you are not made for false imprisonment

Nor for substitutionary sacrifice

You are birthed without boundaries

Baptized in ceaseless acceptance

Delivered through eternal peace

Bathed in fountains of ever flowing benevolence

Retreat now from this forest of delusion

Play no more with painted ghosts and shadow makers

Resolved and renewed in this generation of truth

Set in motion your ordained and blessed flight

by Sam Craft

June 2012 

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Sam Craft’s photos
Maui 2012

“Now there is a final reason I think that Jesus says, “Love your enemies.” It is this: that love has within it a redemptive power. And there is a power there that eventually transforms individuals. Just keep being friendly to that person. Just keep loving them, and they can’t stand it too long. Oh, they react in many ways in the beginning. They react with guilt feelings, and sometimes they’ll hate you a little more at that transition period, but just keep loving them. And by the power of your love they will break down under the load. That’s love, you see. It is redemptive, and this is why Jesus says love. There’s something about love that builds up and is creative. There is something about hate that tears down and is destructive. So love your enemies.”  ~  Martin Luther King Jr.