Tag: amwriting

Everything you have.

June 19th, 2026

Have you ever trodden across the plains,

or melted within the river flow,

perhaps you reached above the trees,

maybe flew along the mountain peaks.

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To reach the highest views,

or descend into the depths of sea,

fly upon the moving waters,

with a movement forever free.

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Hearts racing along the Equestrian kind,

seeking hollows within the crags,

hanging ten with ease among the waters,

gliding without effort beside the great Aves.

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If you are caught up in the web of self,

then you deny yourself this giving,

your ego eats you alive with grieving,

lost within the past and greed,

instead of the passions of living.

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Site logo

June 19th, 2026

Had some fun putting together this logo for the site. A site just doesn’t seem complete without its own lil’ trademark, am I right? It’s whimsical and I think engaging. Monk in a cowl, maybe?
Layers of Panes.

June 18th, 2026

Sometimes the door is a jar

and other times the windows are breezy,

but over all, time and time again,

the clock upon the wall,

is just a memory of by gone days.

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Sometimes a day is a minute,

other times it seems forever,

each moment adding to the age,

winding down the moments,

writings upon a musky page.

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Perhaps at some point

I will climb the highest peek,

and look above the faces

all ticking for their cliques,

all pacing for their races.

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Maybe, just maybe,

I can seek that endless out,

and find my way back home,

where trails lead to some places,

and footprints leave no traces.

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The setting Sun.

June 17th, 2026

Clouds move in a variety of ways

winds push across the face

leaves that fall at the thundering

waves that caress upon the shore.

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Are these not the delicacies of life?

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Stars align with open skies

storms progress into fields

birds take flight upon the seasons

mountains look down upon feet.

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Are these not the glory of living?

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Eyes roam across the horizon

hands caress with tenderness

hearts move on waves

feet dance with songs.

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Believe.

June 16th, 2026

I remember very young in my youth

as a boisterous, uneven, man.

Side by side in the mirror

examining who I am.

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The years grow long, my time is older.

The warmth of life and love…

it’s a little slower and a bit less bolder.

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But to one who seeks the truth

it is just a passing day.

Another place and rest

somewhere for my hat to lay.

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The time will come when one must sleep

and the world will fade away.

But lo, sweet friend, there is more to see

and his face you’ll meet on that eternal day.

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Reflective (drawing)

June 15th, 2026

New and original drawing from Robert McColley, the beginning of a short series. This is an 11×14 on archival paper and archival inks. It is free form as all my drawing have been throughout the years. My work has been exhibited in northern and southern California, as well as Manhattan, NY. and some places in between such as, Montana, and even into Canada.

These are usually sold as a set of four or eight, but folks do buy them alone as well. Feel free to make contact if you have interest. Thank you.

11×17 original drawing by Robert McColley.
I shew you a Mystery.

June 13th, 2026

We are all a witness to the outrage,

watching all the signs unfold,

counting mayhem each passing day,

iniquity abound and many grown cold.

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This is the time we were made for,

known since and from the beginning,

to stand amidst the broken minds,

voices dried out and dimming.

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They compete for what they don’t own,

whats not theirs even if taken,

rioting their truth down your block,

each murder the pride of their flock,

every seize on your life is a lock,

your head pulsing with each beat of the clock.

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The enemy has set the pace,

and the weak are willing and able,

fooled to believe what they may gather,

but the playbook they follow is deaths fable.

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Civil war is the end of the road,

the web will be monitored with law,

people will be locked up for the truth,

spirits will be broken in the fall.

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On the Wings of toil.

June 12th, 2026

Today I walked through the finite,

took a turn at the waves,

dialed into the sounds,

dived down the depths of the sub.

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This place is far out and its not that far off,

full of creatures that thrive on the heaviness,

they feed in the darkness off the bottom,

gorge on the life that is swimming.

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There are big swimmers and little swimmers,

down here in the mass,

they flourish and dominate the matter,

turning the mind to and fro.

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When the waves are disrupted

and twist the currents into chaos,

they scatter through their psyche,

and cling to what makes them real.

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The big picture is convoluted,

for the hiding of the truth,

many fish will be netted,

and never have a clue.

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My walk succumbed to consciousness,

where the waves took on to air,

and I moved above the aether,

to the place with others aware.

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From here we watch the flame.

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A Living Soul.

June 8th, 2026

Breath,

it’s the essence of living,

it’s the loosening in death.

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Breath,

it defines what we say,

it expresses the way we hurt.

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Breath,

it’s in the choices we make,

to believe or not believe,

we have that free will.

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In the breath,

our hearts are revealed,

in the breath,

our thoughts are unsealed.

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Where does your breath flow from?

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Breathe to share love,

breathe to give hope,

breathe to bring life.

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A seared mind has no breath,

a cold heart does not breathe,

divided hearts and minds are not breath,

they smother the love and care,

they pollute and decay good air.

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And when it’s gone;

it’s gone.

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The Matter of Worth.

June 6th, 2026

Tranquil disruption

over uneven grounds

set firmly into sinking

piercing quiet sounds.

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Somewhere in the storm

my mind is at its rest

caravan of dismay

turning at every behest.

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Perhaps the clouds will part today

and show me an endless ocean

my sitting in a craggy calm

arresting my soul in motion.

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No matter says the inward voice

I will come again at eve

surround you with the world at large

and weight upon your ease.

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