in the cloud

The cloud ran with me. I ran in the mist. I was open. They call it fog, I call it God. The cloud pushed me. Beyond words, the music, the energy and the blessing that I call life transported me from point alpha to point omega. My mind open, my heart pumping life. simply life. life is simple breathe in peace exhale joy. The cloud ran with me. Focused on my fear of God vs man, I know you can understand, and I pray that you can. So inspirational how the man made fog can disturb your jog, joy and justice. Yet when the clouds come down to the ground, heaven is on earth. The angels surf the sky and all is peaceful. The cloud ran with me. I was in the cloud and in heaven. Relaxed, on the mend, rebounding from the depths of darkness. I sought a bright moment and was blessed with sunlight while in the cloud. If you were there, if you could feel the mist on my brow you would see the tears I shed when I realized only one mile remained ahead. Mind over matter, matters when God lifts you above the odds and whispers words in your ears, around the ipod, through the wires. You can't comprehend the words...it simply enters your body, flushes out the drama and enters your mind as an idea, a moment of love so deep that you smile. The cloud ran with me. I ran in the midst of the mist. joy is god. Peace to you and peace to the earth. en faith.

Silent is the wind as it blows to the east. Warm is the echo felt by the leaves. My calm is Colombian brew, my serenity is now. In search of standards, specifications & solutions? Adlib adjustments accordingly & accurately attain balance, in work, play and recreation. Strange days occur, bright moments happen, bliss is birth, while bitterness just fades as the clouds float by. Effortless emotions ponder. Sliding down a slippery road of gratitude will create humility, justice and freedom. Be careful of the happiness gradient there's banding. Wordplay. Wanderlust. Wonderful. Wisdom. Wrong. Wretched. Worse. Weird. Whoa. Wind. Well-water. Worry-not. Welcome. Witty. We. Grateful. Gracias. Good. Grinding. Grizzly. Graphics. Grandeur. Grifter. Gauge. Grove st. Six Mile. Littlefield. Gray. Grey. Gripe. Gaze. Go. Chicago. Cool. Hot Atlanta. News York. Hope. Haze. Hello. Detroit summer. Austin Heat. Seattle coffee. Ramble, Ruckus. Resolve. Reflect. Raw. Furry is my mind, brain, heart full of cheese molded in some areas, edible in most. I would break away the fur if it weren't for the animal rights issues. Mold is an animal right? So silent is my voice, probably because i've exercised the wrong muscles. Pumping iron makes you lazy especially when the cardio lacks lust. Jump into my flow, instead of naming my dog Cardio why not call it ego? "Here Ego" watching it jump and prance, sleep and eat and stink up the place. Ego would be so loyal. Perhaps I'll get two dogs. Cardio and Ego. So they could play with each other...after all its what dogs do. Wordplay. Wanderlust. Wonderful. Wisdom. Wrong. Wretched. Worse. Weird. Whoa. Wind. Well-water. Worry-not. Welcome. Witty. We. Grateful. Gracias. Good. Grinding. Grizzly. Graphics. Grandeur. Grifter. Gauge. Grove st. Six Mile. Littlefield. Gray. Grey. Gripe. Gaze. Go. Chicago. Cool. Hot Atlanta. News York. Hope. Haze. Hello. Detroit summer. Austin Heat. Seattle coffee. Ramble, Ruckus. Resolve. Reflect. Raw. Loud is the rain as it falls on my steel gates. Drip, drip, drip. Cool is the fan felt on my skin. My joy is the dominican dream, my energy is she. In search of protection, privacy, pride, pause and pain. framing the focus to fall on fabric for fates fear fun. Happy days are here again.

My Crush

My crush. Distant, dark, safe and tucked away in the memoirs of my mind.  Days of building, mending, and erasing the ways we could meet and spend my time. Rewound the touch, quenched my taste and shelved the journey that could expose my heart.  For a secret of the heart is safer than one in the mind at real-time & of my design.  One day, could be, but today I'll be satisfied with the little light that warms my joy to explore us from afar.