Fantasizer Star gazer visionary

Glowing

Intercepting

Connecting

In patterns

Patients

Glitter

We slide into sleep

Unaware that we are falling

Fleeing a world

Into another unrepeated

Mad

Unexplainable place

When you wake

It dissipates

Unclear

Never

Existing

Until

My eyes are shut again.

by

Angela K. Crandall

©6/12/15

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In Memory

Friendship fills voids

Once held by fear

Near the gate that had closed

I slammed it open

No longer repenting

Damn me anyway

Let me run through the fields

Leading to the lake

My place

Freedom

Existence

Death does not exist

It’s an illusion created to divert us

From our numerous paths

And

It’s just one of them

It doesn’t mean we end

Questions play on her lips

She sits in sequences

As if she is actually there

With me

But

I know

She’s in the sky

Watching over

Hopefully happy

 I write.

by

Angela K. Crandall

In memory of Melissa Hines

A pursuit against time (Quote)

“I don’t care what people say for me there is never enough time in a day. 24 hours goes by rapidly sun-up to sun-down each second counts, each mode matters, each life we touch, every word we speak, make it matter, make it count, because some day the river will dry up, no longer remain, and your thirst will not be able to be quench, or you’ll disappear altogether. Leave behind a legacy, an idea, a dream to will others into the path that has many branches, choices, not only one idea, but many that can never be replaced by just a single thought.”

By

~Angela K. Crandall ~

©6/8/15

(Originally posted on Facebook.)

Resolving Objections…

You told me you wanted things to happen

Explaining how special I was

The truth is I’m better out in the universe

Doesn’t matter who makes it first

Lots of dreams

Constant work

Uncertain of occurrences

Wanted Haunted

Robotic Symbolic

Destiny

Enchant me with wisdom

Let passion Fill me not stigma nor status

Or

A single Dogma

Rising up up up

Into the air

Meeting again with the wind

Rain and my shadow

Outlasting tomorrow

Being reborn

Purposely

To complete a circle

Holding everyone’s hand

Into the light they say is only meant for some.

By

Angela K. Crandall

© 6/7/2015

(Creating Rainbows)

Instead of giving up give all you are

Drain all of the doubts from your curious heart

Deliver a note of hope

Fill it with desire

What is to come

Future events

Contemplate what must be done

Divide it into sections

Conquer it an item at a time

Continue, pace yourself

Reflect the pain that you’ve managed to give permission to stay

Attempt to lose the anxiety

Left from the day of obedience behind

Be free

Even alone

Find Peace.

By

Angela K. Crandall

© 6/6/15

My playful companion….

A bark, romp,

Your friendly tail wags

Tag-team you’re it!

Sitting

Searching

Reaching

Roaming

Rushing to find you

Then I see you’ve discovered

A beautiful spot

For the two of us.

By

Angela K. Crandall

© 6/6/15

Splendor Pending

I’d like to believe I say the right things

An unsorted life

Mixed twisted

And

Stirred

Motivate me

Magnificent waves

Rambling

Storms gathering

Enthusiasm rocks the boat we ride in

Careful not to tip!

Can you float without the mask?

A device of safety holds you

Do you go on guts alone?

Deeper into the vacuum

Or

Is something there?

Bigger, deeper, and more structurally sound

Then the past you let slide, slither, Fall away

Rock fault will it bury you?

No,

I’m in my boat and it has been discarded

Later when I reach the shore

My vessel will be stored

Stars will shine

The moon I’ll follow

Brighter and lighter

Til

Daylight hits my face

Flowers surround the fields once gray

Earth, land, universe

Reborn

When I had retreated

Launching the fire thrown

Rowing away into the eve

Captured by the blast of desire

Precipitation fell from the sky

Drizzled dully a haze

Fogged

Cowering against the unspoken

Driven away

Precedent whom they were

Pressed, folded, consumed

Energy

Fugitive

Selecting storms to carry me

Pending

I arrive at the dusty shore

In brilliance

Radiating optimism

Hope, splendor, adoring anew perception

Which guided me here.

By

Angela K. Crandall

© 6/5/15

(Wavering Perplexity)

Wavering Perplexity…

Sew up the holes

Created by defeat

The weak threads

That break in despair

When they say you are at your peak

Are you beyond reach?

Breakable dismantled

Even at your best?

Where did you run off to?

In the middle of a new destiny?

Definitions left

For others to define

While your retreated

Making up your mind.

By

Angela K. Crandall

© 6/3/15

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