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“Sometimes it's important to work for that pot of gold. But other times it's essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down on the rainbow.”

“Anger, he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armor. Queen Jealousy Envy waits behind him—her fire green gown sneers at the grassy ground. Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted, they quietly understand. Once-happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready, But wondering why the fight is on. But they're all bold as love...just ask the Axis. Red, so confident, he flashes trophies of war and ribbons of euphoria. Orange is young, full of daring, But very unsteady for the first go-round. Yellow in this case is not so mellow, In fact, I'm trying to say, it's frightened like me. And all these emotions of mine keeps holding me back from giving my life to rainbow you.”

“She had a dream, quite singular, dearest to her heart. She had a dream, quite eccentric, treasured in her soul. She nurtured it, she cuddled it and kept it covered in the twinkle of her eye and waited patiently with a fond expectation. Yet in that sky wrapped in the radiance of a rainbow , all but that dream came alive. She often smiled at that solitary dream with numb tears of pallid fulfilment.”

“The more we open our hearts, the lighter we become and the more we Remember Who We Are. Tristan, S. Boardway; co-author It is time to allow the New Beings to express their true and full potential in order for us to ReAwaken and together we can co-create a world that cares for, nurtures and honors every living thing. Janiece L. Boardway, M.A. co-author No! I will not stand for the illusions of the 3D world any longer. I am a free and independent being. I am empowered and now acting independently, without outside interference. Michael P. Boardway, R.A., co-author”

“In the castle of lurid Smiles, In the realm of void Ecstasy, In the clutches of mad Nostalgia - There flowed a river of serene Tranquility, Charmed by the halo of yet unknown. And there she trespassed - To hear the resonance of her soul, To touch the rainbow of her sun, To feel the nerve of her being. She seemed to love her nest, A tender bud caressing the depth of sweet Solitude. Yet she longed to traverse through that river, Crossing the limps of jolting Madness. For sometimes she heard the beckoning of a Rainbow, Burning the sky of a distant land, Charmed by the halo of yet known.”

“At the age of 46 I was starting to see the appearance of rainbow halos and starbursts around bright nighttime lights, problems reading small print, focusing issues with my eyes, and image recognition issues. I had been exposed to bright high powered 20 watt scattered sodium LASER light a decade earlier in very high altitude astronomy.”

“I looked up to see the sun struggling behind a gray mass of snow clouds. I could relate. And then a beam of sunlight found a way through. A sign? Maybe. But what was this? I gasped. The bakery esters had refracted into visible bands of flavor. Red raspberry, orange, and the yellow of lemon and butter. Pistachio, lime, and mint green. The deepest indigo of a fresh blueberry The violet that blooms when crushed blackberries blend into buttercream. The Roy G. Biv that a baker loves. And then the darkness: chocolate, spice, coffee, and burnt-sugar caramel.”

“All dahlias are beautiful in their own way! I love them because they have the most perfect symmetry and come in a rainbow of color options.”

“The singing of birds became an orchestra- a symphony of gossip and mirth. I'd never heard so many layers of music, never heard the variations and themes that wove between their arpeggios. And beyond the birdsong, there was an ethereal melody- a woman, melancholy and weary... the willow. Gasping, I opened my eyes. The world had become richer, clearer. The brook was a near-invisible rainbow of water that flowed over stones as invitingly smooth as silk. The trees were clothed in a faint shimmer that radiated from their centres and danced along the edges of their leaves. There was no tangy metallic stench- no, the smell of magic had become like jasmine, like lilac, like roses. I would never be able to paint it, the richness, the feel- Maybe fractions of it, but not the whole thing. Magic- everything was magic, and it broke my heart.”

“Rainbow Days by Stewart Stafford They make us live in monochrome, Autoerotic under a mirrored dome, Regurgitating back this non-entity, Inside I scream it's the death of me. In between bouts of colon screening, Rainbow days in a third eye's gleaming, Silence a throbbing executioner's drum, Brass muffling the demagogue's hum. Shattered manacles I'm going to see, As I'm leaving this world for infinity, Christen horror hurricanes after me, On submerged planet earth, Terra-Firma-On-Sea. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved”