by Darryl Price
It doesn't have to be force grown between
us. We entwine naturally. It's a
good feeling to have a friend who at once
doesn't require a hothouse ceiling laid
between each invisible touch. There's just
wind. There's just rain. There's just sun. There's just you.
There's just me. They may want more. More sailboats.
More soaked clothing. More incidental sad
music coming from strange pungent doorways,
but I like the music of your own self,
so, sweet. We entwine naturally. In
shade. In clouds. In swirling blues. I don't care.
They hate anything happy. It's always
been the same. Don't want to make poetry
out of it. I just want to walk down the
same street alive in it. We entwine. Your
candle smile takes me anywhere it wants.
This is the meaning of a life full of
miraculous grace. Let them laugh. I might
agree a twisted tree can be quite the
cynical sight, even cruel, but only
if met with a cold, cold heart. We entwine
and nothing gets crushed out of the picture.
We entwine naturally. I only
freely celebrate the fact because I'm
joining in with the chorus already
in progress in your eyes. Naturally
we entwine. How could it be otherwise?
Let them stare. Let them point. They can't see in
our dream. We entwine and stars begin to
motor up behind golden sunsets like
stage lights. I only want you to know this.dp
The Flaming Stars by Darryl Price
We met, you can't deny that. Out of all
the fool ways the flaming stars could simply
disintegrate and then sprinkle themselves
over the cooling of eternity,
we met somewhere out on the blue planet's
swirling surface anyhow. How many
curious things are in the way of that
ever happening to us? You could name
just about anything, a soft frozen
butterfly, a faraway hypnotic
whispering drum beat, or an echoing
floating sunset, a drunken rooster, and
the thing could either get in the way of
all pure communication or open
like an Elvish door to let you through and
get you one inch closer to the unique
monument of standing there alone and
together. I get it. There are always
going to be fresh forces pulling us
apart again. But for that meeting they
brought us together. From that time on we
still were flowing over into greater
different oceans of our lives. We met,
and that brought me a sort of painful kind
of permanent joy, I guess because I'm
still looking at the disappearing spot
where you left me. No one else seems to mind.
They pretty much are over it. Only
poets seem to remember such things as
songs to commemorate such a friendship. dp
A Message From Darryl Price
by Darryl Price
There is no other message now that means more besides
the love we all can feel. Sometimes it comes to
us and at other times it comes from us, but
only because a heart somewhere is opening. At that point
we have an easy hard choice to make, either to
accept that lucky grace and be thankful for it or
to childishly reject it in the name of pride or
arrogance. Even though that is mostly true, it's also true
that many of our actions have been made sadder by
our own fears. The virus of fear is a mighty
sore symptom of misunderstanding and blocked thought, but it doesn't
need to overwhelm who you are to yourself-- because the
love remains where you are as a being, too, always.
It simply requires your meaningful participation, your free yes despite
the pain and suffering you may be experiencing at any
given moment. Give what you can into the spirit of
love wherever you are standing, sitting or lying down today.
There's no amount too small, no amount ever rejected or
sent back for more. You will receive it again somewhere
somehow tenfold because it is generous in its central nature.
It's no trick of the imagination. It is the very
instantly recognizable action of kindness. Any kindness. Any kind thought.
Any kind word. Any compassion. Any empathy. It moves the
universe in a more beautiful direction, away from pitiful bitterness
and into a worldwide celebration of inclusion and toleration, not
exclusion and loneliness, nor just simply selfish desire. It always
has, as it always will be the voice of mercy
and goodwill in each circumstance. And it is just as
much you as it is me or anyone else. Please
so won't you show some hope with us in your
own dignified and special way of doing things, a way
that most easily opens your own heart without hesitation? Thanks.
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