Life Is Just A Moment To ......

Timbering Times,

the satellite,

the style of connect.

The type that leads to complete,

not be bound,

by past lives met.

The release of any deed,

the basis of a thread.

The bridge to built,

a composition.

 life instilled,

in death I'll know it's said.

The intellect,

just said wreck,

the block of talk in played.

Attraction came from the sound,

 the deep tones that drew me 'round,

composed from when I felt,

Time was just a Lend.

No confusion, life is doing,

speaking thoughts, feelings brought,

across such grace in find.

An elemental burning dues,

to stop exact of what might be fact,

repeating life's mistakes,

until we fix the pace.

Future Lives,

released in Hi,

the trace of a goodbye,

the better path to reply,

in peace and not a lie.

.

The freedom from a promised run,

the state of what was done,

now played back,

securing track,

to gallop far from pact.

The trend of what has been,

to halt what seems a blend,

to find a door, a threshold for,

to never dual ascend.

Stolen Text

In this Place of Life exist,

move in quiet written mist,

the fire of flare,

ignited rare.

Never did the tears roll down,

in such solace I felt the fan,

aye only sound the strike in stand.

Events in time, a Wish, a rhyme,

working through,

to know I'm fine.

The horrors, the acts, 

the failure smacks of what is back,

a herald cries to open eyes!!

No longer I,

it's you that's due,

the debt of paid in truth of viewed.

The Mind or Flash,

the bulb in task,

is to light a Way or Path.

Each step taken,

not a crack,

a careful road,

as Life is Cove.

Across these mentions, I.D.'s untold,

I build to understand their role,

comprehension still in mulled,

not for bold but why we fold.

The state to create a future plan,

to deliver health with outcomes well.

Thoughts to Self I read to ground,

as my Feat still miffed the found,

pleased and proud to knock me down,

truth is coarse, a thunderous force.

The task in this release,

requires faith in belief,

 that pain will end or at least,

 produce a venue to put at ease.

To such Persons whom still enter life,

as you bring a planned-out strife,

 I disconnect from immoral sent,

the obvious does clue when it's vent.

Asking questions of surprise,

in a visit realize,

this is no happy accident,

it's meant to cause a demise,

as the words pour their "Oh, my's."

A toll to control me still,

I guess that it's the Cult in thrill.

I have spoken in riddled facts,

the pain dispersed is in exact,

the verse in freeze from way and back,

the driven ideas in mind I tack.

Not to mist what is resist,

instead I mean to know the Hist',

to let go a memory flows,

the melting ice right to the bone.

A life-long battle with those that clamp,

upon your mind the vice of plant,

mentally killing what I am,

escaping that is ever-planned.

In the random of the day,

never knowing it's just played,

like the music it just came,

scripted by the ones with claim.

Broken Art A Lark?

The look alike signs abrupt,

around the World scene,

a venue of the Sting!!

Poetry in captained brings,

the read of only pings,

a theme of person deeming,

no on personal things.

Meaning

The Script of the Moat,

an island home,

the oil slick approach.

The slide down hymns,

the music moored a choice.

Deciding difference never kept,

a name providing noise,

the core of source is in the lore,

a machine mechanics met.

A Planets Station,

the towered wave,

the titled air in each,

the coat of ruff,

to protect or offer,

a jacket, life afloat.

An idea of what's been cloaked,

the mystery of the stun,

the bars of music played the notes,

the symphony already sung.

As a fire burns with inked,

the pen-king stole the offering,

now the frankpledge too.

A 'Head' in Scenes,

a Moon's Eye view,

the space in time of crashed,

the granules net the chatter,

the sand of beaches shored,

decorum becomes a chore.

Hour-Glass Spun

The granite earth,

the stone of come,

a mortared brick in sum,

the one-way street in wrung.

Addition tract,

railed and fact,

the life you laddered punned,

makes better than what's been done,

an example originals plumb.

Know Reconciling 

This piece of dowel,

builds a worth,

a laddered path,

to a mountainous climb,

that an idea had a find.

The juncture of expensive cusp,

the cuff link in extract.

The ironed why in life passed by,

the wade to roads of bridged,

the Ancients spoke,

there is a choke,

volcanic plume of smoke,

loped.

The rash of hot,

the lava spot,

 poured archaic rites,

the value in the hit or missed.

The rocks do crumble in liquid rift,

the valley worth repair,

a pair.

The hardened crust of Man's despair,

a flare in only broke,

makes the wares of 'Only' write,

the base of all that Might,

fly a natural spoken kite.

Locality of such exist,

the real of the trist,

lyrics merely copied,

the menu caused a shift,

curtain lifted,

it's a myth.

Crackling Flames Post-Laced

The treble cleft of the Bass Guitar,

music drives,

the acoustic plays in the star.

The tar of black,

a midnight spark ignited par,

the words in lyrics speak!!

The badge is sworn,

to a thorn,

the prickly may be cope.

The loaded gun,

the shot of stun,

the written talk triggered brought.

The invitation sealed sent,

a letter tones the type did loan,

the venue of the bone,

a light without a hope!!

A person,

the depth in made,

the sound was leveled by the personal reveal,

nothing gained only healed!!

A string quartet,

the kite in met,

the thread became,

the blue in vain.

Voices work in spoken-verse,

the singing of a lane,

speeding to the move in game,

the check of watch demise.

The tempo of a metronome,

the click to post is heard,

the ripping off of all,

made easy by the fall.

Treasure chest Pandora's mess,

the singer of a day,

the lilt of Albatross does play,

the Alto's rouge in say.

The sword revealed a shield is real,

the drums of keep,

beat the seat,

a chilly freeze to meet.

A lovely piece in riddle steeps,

the choir breezed,

made easy feat,

to take and never deed the....bleep!!

The New Age of disbelief,

the strike of only xylophone leaps,

to set the tambourines to team,

as absolute in rythmed brings,

that paradox of an orchestra's score,

is only important to whom does roar!!

Scrawling

There is this battle,

a problem in saddled,

the stance of a thread,

the stream of just dead.

The ride to climb,

up, up, up,

the mounting thoughts,

an interrupt!!

The chill of sunk,

so I gallop to roam,

a simple touch,

we are a loan!!

Life, Introductions,

impossible adds,

too far a part,

to play is like salve.

The wound of this mortal exist,

is the doubt of innocence,

remiss.

To Sail, A Tact,

the anchor of knack,

preparing to soar,

a star is adore.

The tone of a dial,

a call for a while,

the ring sounded bell,

now only in fell.

The feeling of tell,

the Piano was door,

the Acoustic Guitar,

made it much more,

I loved, too adore.

The music, familiar,

lost in the past,

reminded me,

life had a path.

Missing dg

Archaic in stir,

a strange sense of cure,

the elemental fire,

an ancient inspire.

In lives that are learn,

the talk makes me turn,

belief is an option,

the present is stern.

The 'old-school' of basics,

states simply to pace,

life has a rate.

Shock or Horror,

repeated,

as history has doors,

dreams are just wishes,

as life is explore.

Race To Rescue ~ Well Trained Horses ~ Fundraising Drive

We can make this a beautiful story, with your gift, & the gift of 5 of your friends:
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What can I do to help?

Horse rescue is as costly as it is rewarding. There are many steps in the process and many costs in each step. Our first step is getting these horses out of neglect and onto our farm. To do this, we must be able to pay for veterinarian costs, which will include deworming ($15/horse) and vaccinations ($20 per vaccine/horse). Before the horses can come to us, they must be dewormed and vaccinated to keep our other horses healthy. These horses have very limited time left. They can only stay on the land until the end of January, however, we are literally buying time by paying off the landlord until we can raise the funds to take them. We are also currently supplying feed for all three horses ($18/bale) and will continue to need support in our feed costs when they come to us. There is the cost of the farrier work that needs to be done on all three horses. Idalena likely needs injections to help with her lameness, which is very costly. We hesitate to make our best guess at Idalena's condition and eagerly hope to get a veterinarian to examine her as soon as possible to determine what is causing her pain and to get her out of pain immediately. (When we hit our first $1000 mark we will bring Idalena onto our farm and begin the lengthy process of helping her to heal!) With your help and time, we will put in the work to rehabilitate these three horses to the best of their abilities and find them loving forever homes. 

All proceeds earned on this campaign will go directly toward rescuing, rehabilitating, and rehoming these three horses. The donations range from low to high because we know firsthand the impact of just one drop in the horse trough. Anybody, anywhere can give something. If you can’t afford to donate, then please support us by sharing this campaign, spreading the word, liking our Facebook page, and loving horses. We have come up with some amazing perks donated by our volunteers. Unique images of our horses in the form of postcards, cards, photos, art prints, calendars, posters, and one beautiful large framed print.

I have set this campaign to end on Valentine’s Day. Let’s give these horses the gift of love!

Past Campaigns

Were you a part of the “Help Save Flash” campaign last year? We raised over $1800 to give an abandoned horse a forever home.

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With Gratitude

Have we seen you at one of our bake sales? Have you liked our Facebook posts? Have you been to our “First Saturday Barn Tour?” Did you sample our homemade Gravenstein Apple treats from our own farm apples? Did you buy your sweetheart a painted horse shoe last Valentine’s Day? Did we wrap your presents this Christmas? Did you make it to our recent fundraising dinner on the farm? If your answer is yes, THANK YOU!

You too can be a horse rescuer! Donate today! 

A Dragons Prose

To articulate,

a 'Word' explains,

in the say,

identity: Core!!

The Root, the Origin,

define a Muse,

much is lost in texting,

dues....

One bye One,

verse is chore,

the swipe to end,

Man? or Send?

Illuminating a phonic pour,

shortens thought,

to phone...your store!!

Closing down the avenue,

restricting minds producing views,

ink goes dry and pens are news.

The lost of practiced,

the shrink is blink,

letters make,

the Verse is think.

Cycle Too Keyed

Faith is not to be taken-in as religion,

belief develops,

acceptance sin,

Totals Sum, Addition Subtracts, Delivers Been.

What has become Secular,

cursed and killed,

delivers messages,

so very old!!

The pencil in fed,

lead down a dark path,

the arrow exact.

Time had had moments,

the second-hand crawl,

the writings still rote,

upon such;

On Walls.

The etched-out marks,

the Years begin date,

the mount of such pressured,

looks to be state!!

Inspired by Fear,

money is green,

it burns so much hotter,

as greed seems to steer.

A Warning To Send

To greet this New Age,

the best of whats sent,

to embrace Ancient Paths, 

the plenty of lent.

A guide?, or a trend?,

seems a theme in the end.

The Worth In A Site

The lure of the verse,

the script within,

a ream to be held,

as words showed a voice.

Choice

The dialect of a twist,

held to resist,

not fall create lift!!

Thought through Expression,

an arc of reside,

the bridge that will build,

a life too complete!!

Eyes fill with sort,

the content of clips,

the production of render,

belief was a mender.

Deeply penetrating,

the scope of the loan,

moves know to respect,

all that vastness is debt.

Moving decisions,

the power of yearn,

learning advancement,

is aptly discerned.

The formal design,

to carve not alarm,

the sand-stone of lives,

the balance sublime.

Future History

The World takes no time to recognize,

pain and suffering becomes the brine.

The Ocean of Human Beings,

no water to make tears.

Eyes no longer blinking,

stares develop hate.

The sum of all,

breaks too fall,

the global range,

of nothing changed.

The Earth in Death,

screams not met,

collapsing star,

puts Moon in tar.

The black of not far,

enhanced more,

rage took the place of happy rapport.

The balance was off,

the switch enhanced state,

the color stopped red,

the coffin is set,

nailed with just let.

Blown Away!!

A frightening moment,

woke a dead memory,

the shock of my terror,

made real by there,

exposure of:

Stare!!

Disbelief Rumbled

The steady eye,

no one could see,

years of deed,

silenced by need.

Danger inhabits,

brings sight to darkness,

the knowledge of,

delivered shock not love.

Reality hoped that what was,

was not,

that memories served only to taunt.

this Scene of such Fright,

made life only might!!

My thought too balk,

made real by talk,

the spill of this news,

frozen in walk.

No stranger, disgust,

this person did must,

as if to relive,

these days of such lust.

As denial walked-in,

the place of such when,

showed that this been,

 simply happening again?

Abhorrence

As the 'Witness'

not I,

their testify of 'Why'

I bore only truth,

to be heard knot uncouth.

Kept it Simple,

in summed,

 the mere years, I was young.

In the instant of sheered,

I spoke did?

the answer was mid,

sentence of lived!!

Patience in-made,

a practiced displayed,

as vocal tone bled,

I shook only head.

Belief of what was,

said in such shove,

created this dead?,

blown away.

A volatile turn, 

too realize days,

 that their witness is bare,

surprising knot rare.

Chilling

Karmic Barbs

The interest in me stirs,

a query or a turn,

too feel only burn,

lives that chime,

the hymn of what to learn.

As 'we' gallop,

thrown,

this Life is strangely Dime,

that when we were,

we'd be after,

a future history lived.

This long and distant stance,

memories enchant,

service long.

As if once bourne,

within a storm,

disaster delivered capture!!

The 'State of Man' in Kind,

seemingly so strong,

the touch of fact,

does exact,

the guide delivers ruse.

The buck of tide is hymn,

the valance is the verse,

the 'Blind' so kept,

to 'Stay' a longer Course; Endorsed!!

In with just a Stint,

this earth seems the place,

to look back and forward tracks,

the 'Trains' are for 'The Rack'

As Men Arrive too pack,

the load informs the claimed,

a rogue will try,

alleviate ties,

to Run the Wilds of Sye.

The Mural Soaking Stokes

 

Impositions upon the Mind,

streaming what is loud,

words of imperfection,

delivers Poetic sign.

To Learn

The sanding of the Earth,

the Cosmos makes a turn,

to witness that a Life,

is meant to be,

entice.

Envelope all that is,

into what's not heard,

a magic language soaked,

the one that means to know.

The scribble of a Note,

brings light to what makes stone,

enhancing grains of tone,

to color what is grown.

Detachment

The Mural of the Mind,

organizing find,

the strobe of what is played,

is all within the line!!

The bloom of 'Seed-in-Thought'

will water in the Talk,

a blissful place to ground,

the Feat is merely Bound.

To brandish quill astute,

the feathered point of moves,

the full of toppled meld,

prevails in the well!!

To saturate engulf,

knowledge maintains the scope,

the Pi in only Tab,

regards the tree of mode.