Heaven and the Horizon

Heaven and the Horizon
      

“Heavenly Horizon” – Soergel Orchards – Wexford, PA

– Apple tree skeletons against the blue horizon…

It’s a beautiful day to be outside among the clouds so white…
Take me to the valley depths and show me to the light…
The space between horizons is colored in sapphire blue…
Midnight stars of Orion shine while holding hands with you…

Stellar dreams of splendid queens and lands so rich and green…
Climb the mountains made of dreams to air that’s pure and clean…
Every night we drift to sleep with good thoughts on our minds…
In the morning chase the sheep and look for hidden signs…

A moment with my merry band among the trees so grand…
Floating off to splendid lands to find the tallest stand…
Stop for moments relaxing on the highest mountaintop..
Heaven is like the freshest air surrounding dew drops…

Waterfalls and robins calls floating through the morning fog…
In the distance under resistance cries a panicked dog…
When I write poems my tattered soul floats right up to the sky…
When I write my dreams my awakening soul will open up and fly…

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plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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ME and the Boss

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http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/heaven-and-the-horizon/

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Repaired into Ruins – Side by Side

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“Repaired into Ruins” – Lamar Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA –

Not even an abandoned house…

This is somebody’s attempt to close off a basement window…

 It is so messed up I had to laugh…

But at the same time… It was so beautiful I had to run home and grab my camera…

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Walking the dirty streets of Wilkinsburg…
Every other house a disaster waiting…
Mountains made of condoms and needles…
Pain is present in the eyes of the people…

Abandoned houses rot side by side…
Reminder of how the mighty decide…
Everything that grows will eventually stall…
Only the weak minds will answer the call…

I don’t want to be just another soldier boy…
Another scout… A pawn… Or a generals toy…
I want to be the best at the things I do…
When something falls apart I want to be the glue…

I don’t want to be just another list maker…
Another dish washer or first class faker…
I want my gardens to circle the earth…
Beauty grows beyond the day of birth…

The sound of birds over the rumble of a train…
A glimmer of sunshine after a long day of rain…
I want to do something that will give me pride…
Live in a place with the freedom to decide…

Depression is like a concrete block wall…
Like trying to bounce a flat basketball…
For most of my life I have been one knot away…
Every morning wake up thinking is this the day…

I have to find a way to tear down this wall…
Accept that I am human and deeply flawed…
What is a flaw… To some its perfection…
Based on a different style of human perception…

The sun and the moon… The birds fly high…
White clouds floating from our minds to the sky…
Cool mist falling from the sapphire blue display…
Forget about the past and throw these weights away…

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plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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ME and the Boss

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.http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2014/04/11/repaired-into-ruins-side-by-side/

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Composing Me

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Composition in Scraps – Composing Me

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from the blogger ...chris condello

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“Composition in Scraps” – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA – As the name implies… Scraps from a day at work… It was either this or the garbage can… Almost a self-portrait in a way…

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Put me in a group of people… And I crumble…
I stutter… Shake… And ultimately stumble…
Nature is my saving grace… My constant drive…
Put me in the forest and watch me come alive…

Know where I’m going… I’m just not sure how to start…
Looking for my salvation in the form of natural art…
Stop for a moment below a twisted mulberry tree…
Every part of which can heal… From root to canopy…

Shattered glass outlines brick like shiny gemstones…
Naked trees against the sky resemble broken bones…
Moments in time always shape our inner perception…
Shadows in our lives lead to shadows in our reception…

Towering grey clouds rise from the distant horizon…
Thunder rumbles as the afternoon humidity rises…
Towering Maple trees sway as the steady breeze blows…
As this moment progresses my tattered spirit grows…

Right here… Right now… I am among the poorest…
The most I have to offer is some pictures of the forest…
Sitting here watching the sun rise over rotten homes…
Sitting here watching the sunrise… While my soul roams…

I never know where my mind will take me…
I never know what I will find…
But as long as I slow down and pay attention to the world around me…
I always find something beautiful…
I always find something grand…

Someday… I will find you…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2014/04/25/composition-in-scraps-composing-me/
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Hyacinth Breeze – Naked Trees

 

 

“Hyacinth Breeze”

 

Royal Hyacinth – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA –

 

Hyacinth stars burst forth in colors of Easter… Early spring has arrived…

 

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Today is but a rain delay in the grand scheme of spring…
A rare opportunity I have to share the feelings I bring…
Last years decaying leaves now resemble faded shells…
The remaining Oak leaves ring like broken church bells…

Squirrels left the trees for the rotting open eaves…
Raccoon in the chimney just another pet-peeve…
Spring is of rain showers and summer is of the sun…
Then we fall to winters slumber and the year is done…

Meanwhile in reality I absorb the Hyacinth breeze…
Soul is rising high enough to clear the naked trees…
Way up here the air is clear and I feel a bit unsteady…
Soon the bulbs will whither back and summer will be ready…

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plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Chris Condello
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ME and the Boss

An Alphabetical Ode

 Air of renewal in
 Boston for Patriots Day
 Calliope of runners
 Disembark, challenging their
 Endurance -
 Family and friends
 Gather -
 Heeding security, yet
 Indigent to celebrate and be
 Jovial.
 Laughter mixes with the
 Kick start of tears.
 Mastering confidence and the
 Needs of the city and
 Of the nation – a
 Proud peoples
 Question memories.
 Restructured for
 Safety – the crowds still
 Turn out in full force
 Undulating arms,
 Voicing sideline support
 Watch and wait
 Xanthein tulips sway their
 Yellow for the brave – in the
 Zone, everyone cheers!

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©JP/davh

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A new friend, Jules Paige,

from way up north in cold and snowy Pennsylvania,

a very creative and prolific writer who always entertains.

More to come.

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Among the Wood Hyacinth

 

. Among the Wood Hyacinth


Laying among the wood hyacinth… Scattered among the leaves…

Enjoying the scattered rain showers… Blown in the lilac breeze…

Cherry blossoms fall like snowfall… And apple blossoms drop in the rain…

While sitting in the sunshine… My metaphysical gain…

Steady rain will soon arrive… To conquer the tulip petals…

Dandelion floaters flutter and fly… But soon they’ll gently settle…

In the back of my mind… The rules break and bend…

Plan for the springtime… The season never ends…

The seasons all about beginnings… Breaking new ground…

 In the city I am lost… In the garden I am found…

And the forest is my heaven… My temple of praise…

A place to write poems… A place to smoke haze…

And drink my cup of coffee… With my birds and bees…

The only time that I feel right… Is hanging with the trees…
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plant petunias and question everything

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– chriscondello . .

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ME and the Boss

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http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2014/03/20/breaking-through-outside-my-window/
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Snow

. Posted on the Vernal Equinox
- 3/20/2014 at 12:57 PM EST

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Snow is falling on my dreams of spring…
Falling on the tips of my green tulips…
Falling on daffodils and hyacinth breeze…
Hiding under the leaves from the naked trees…

Spring is right around this next corner…
The fresh scent is rising through the air…
Like my bulbs growing under the leaves…
In the blue sky and under brown trees…

Right outside my broken window…
Frozen tears fall from the winter sky…
Spring will soon flow from the melting snow…
Slowly flowing to the seeds I sow…

Spring winds right outside my old door…
Whistling past my open window…
Blowing away the grey winter leaves….
Making way for the mighty trees…

Making way for my gardens in green…
Making way for you and me…
To turn this landscape of brown and grey…
Into a magnificent flower-filled display…

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plant petunias and question everything

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– chriscondello . .

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ME and the Boss

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http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2014/03/20/breaking-through-outside-my-window/
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Observation and Spring

Color bursting forth from my golden lawn…
 Purple and yellow reminiscent of dawn…
Grey and brown a reminder of winter…
Crocus blossoms after the Snowdrops whither…

Sun pours down between the rainshine…
Through the clouds streaking in laser-straight lines…
Across the lawn the mist is on the move…
Clearing the way for the bees to groove…

Something about the sweet smell of spring…
Living in a neighborhood where the church bells ring…
Noon is marked by a song and twelve chimes…
Rainfall puts perspective on the love of sunshine……

When the clouds clear the sun shines bright…
The hours of light absorb the night…
A constant reminder that winter has passed…
Flowers spring forth from the emerging grass……

The first of the trees prepare to blossom…
Hyacinth grow around the trees bare bottom…
 A cardinal calls from a naked branch…
Harkening spring with a vocal dance……


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Chris Condello

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Unfortunately , time and talent did not allow me to include
any of the wonderful photos that Chris used in his post.

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Want to see the spring flowers in Wilkinsburg (Pittsburgh) PA.
Here is the link:
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http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2014/04/03/photographic-confessions-observation-and-spring/
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