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Resting In NatureGreen leaves, soft wind,
The gentle whisper of the breeze.
Frogs croak, Birds sing,
The water reflects the warmth of the Sky.
Calm breathing, light sighing,
The boy and the girl lie calmly in the grass.
Midday Mildness, Soft shade,
Trees provide the greatest shields.
Light shifting, kind yawning,
The Lovers stir in their sleep.
A summer day to never forget.
A nature orchestra providing the lightest music.
A day shared, Hands linked,
The lovers sleep in peace.
You always tell me the same storyHe's in love with a scene from the winter
that occurs on a trip to Washington,
when the dark is constant and the trees jog
like legends alongside the highway;
as his eyes fall half-sleep but his senses remain
taut and vigilant, sweating on the wheel,
pitching nerve to the sound of branches cracking,
bristling under his wind-torn jacket;
the time of evening when the sunset rests
at its very highest, bright and sudden as Heaven,
an aureate glow around the birdsongs,
the stench of roadkill muted by a golden frost;
a taste of nirvana,
an instruction of faith,
the blatant existence of God,
lost as soon as he rounds the bend.
LonelyI look at the stars
Hoping to see something
Looking back at me.
But its just echoes
Of dead and dying
Suns and worlds.
Nothing really cares.
There is no design,
No grand plans to
Make the universe spin.
There's only darkness,
Suffocating and cold,
Consuming the light.
On days like thisOn days like this,
I like to think
About just how lucky I am.
How lucky I am
To have food
And a roof over my head.
How lucky I am
To have a beating heart
And air in my lungs.
How I lucky I am
To even have been born.
Out of every sperm and egg,
And every unknown miscarriage,
I survived. We all did.
That in itself is amazing.
Then add on that life itself
Is amazing and wonderful.
How many systems
Must work in tandem
To keep me alive?
If one single DNA strand
Were to replicate wrong
My life would be irreparably damaged.
If my temperature is off
By just the variance between in and out,
These things astound me.
RandomSiren sing me that beautiful
song of love, death and tragedy.
of war that was outplaced by love
are other things. Oh siren sing me
that song that has kept you singing,
the song that kept you breathing, the
song that every man, woman and child
would like to hear.
Wishing for WingsI was born a caterpillar...
Plump and cute and green.
You might think it would be great,
But that was not my dream!
Every day the birds came
The prettiest of things.
Though they want to eat me,
I can't help but watch those wings!
Every night I wish
On the first star in the sky
Please oh please just give me
Wings so I can fly!
In the morning I'd wake up
And through the trees I'd climb...
If I had wings I wouldn't crawl,
A dumb inch at a time.
I never stopped the wishing,
I never gave up hope...
Then happened this strange thing...
Did not think I could cope!
All the sky still left to see...
And mother tells me "Dear,"
"It's time for you t
Morning CallMorning Call
Lying half-awake in bed
The soft, tender form of my darling touching me
To my delight, the trill of the bugle
The tumult of the rifles
Had been stilled by the rain
The only sound i heard
Through the soft, quiet swish of my fan
Was the soft and silent swish of the late summer rain
I lay in bed to listen
Until 9 AM
The Song of the WolfEnlighten me, moon
For your beauty gives me strength
Enlighten me, stars
For your vastness across the sky gives me freedom
Enlighten me, earth
For your energy gives me life
Enlighten me, universe
For I am the Great Wolf
This Strange LandThis strange land
Where the breeze kisses my skin
And runs its cool fingers
Through my hair.
Where the long grass ripples
Against the wind
Like the gentle waves of a sea.
This strange land
Where the trees stand tall and mighty
With arms reaching over the gravel path
As if attempting to grab me.
Where the pines huddle closely together
Whispering amongst each other
In a language I do not understand.
This strange land
Where the sweet voices of birds
Paint the wind
With vivacious tunes
Where a heartbeat is heard
From within the earth
My Mother's Day Gift: A Story of a MotherThis Is a Story of a mother, a mother of humble orgins who toiled hard under the hot Dominican Sun as a poor farm girl.
Armed with a dream she moved to America with hopes for a better life.
With great ambition she worked hard in school and and worked hard in employment. During that time she found the man of her dreams, one who shares her own.
They marry and supported each other in their quest to make their dreams come true. Both working in between school.
Soon they had a child, to embody their dreams. Even with death threatening to take their child their resolve and will was unwavering. Through prayer and faith their child lived.
The mother continued her work in school and soon graduated. She soon got a job that gave her family the edge to advance in society and not know poverty.
This mother became mentor, confidante, friend, and parent to what became her children. Because of her wisdom and guidance, she now has a child in college, her eldest a graduate, a
Lonely Girl and Her WillowLonely Girl was her name, the name she came to take,
She looked around with a frown and said, “I need a break.”
The grass would dance, the sky was blue, whenever she came to see,
The lively green old crying scene, her tall old weeping willow tree.
Her notes would travel far away, up into the clouds,
And made her set aside her upset mind into joyous shrouds.
Underneath its shadows, the years began to flee,
“Why does it seem my only dream always slips away from me?”
Lonely Girl was done, the title went away,
She skipped and hopped, she zipped and zopped with others in her play.
Yet never letting go, the girl held to the
light is dark and dark is lightHave you eaten from the fruits of insanity?
have you not yet bitten into the bitter sweet fruit of sins that lay upon truth?
or are you still living in the safety of a lye,
for I have moved on
while you are still hiding in the blackness of the day
I am bathing under the light of the shade
and though you are blind by the hellish suns rays
I can see
So I will take you by the hand and lead your wandering soul down the proper path of darkness
not the path of son and truth but the path of lies death and gloom
for this is the path of safty
this path was built for you...
Joyful SongTonight's a starry night
With a gleaming moon.
You feel alive and energetic
Ready to run with joy.
Adrenaline courses through your veins
Waiting to be released.
It sends energy through your body,
And you just want to let loose.
In seconds you feel a rush.
It engulfs you from head to toe.
The energy is finally released
As a howl erupts from your throat.
The howl is a song of joy,
And many wolves hear the tune.
They overcome with happiness
As they join in the joyful song.
His.So what if I listen to his favorite band,
And read his favorite books.
So what if I play his favorite games,
And wear his favorite kind of clothes.
So what if I talk like her,
Or walk like her,
Or act like her,
Or look like her.
I'm only trying to be everything he deserves.
Everything he wants or needs.
Everything she was,
Only I'll try to be better.
Do you know...?Do you know the feeling
Of sitting by a friend
And everything's the same
As it has been forever
When they make a choice
And suddenly it changes
They think you're okay
But inside of you there's
A knot pulling tight
On your heart and stomach
You try not to speak up
Because if you do the words
Might come out choked and
Tears may escape your eyes
And explaining why is hopeless
But of course you forgive them
Because what you hadn't realized
Until then is how much you need
Them in your life, so you laugh
And let them make you feel better
And you forget they ever hurt you
Forgetting but not entirely forgiving
So it may just be
018: RainbowShe was beautiful in her time.
A little bit of everything.
She was sweet and spice.
She was outspoken and modest.
A force to be reckoned with, yet gentle as an angel.
She had all the answers,
All you needed to do was ask the questions.
She was unbelievably wise.
She was incredibly forgiving.
She was all I looked up to, she was unreal.
Her life was cut unbelievably short.
It was unfair, it was cruel.
How could death catch up to such a wonderful soul?
How could such a perfect being just stop existing?
How could life take the only one I cared for?
She was a rainbow in a desert.
Incredibly rare and spectacularly beautiful.
CagedI feel caged.
Trapped by my own lies and decisions.
Nothing I do turns out right anymore.
In the beginning everything was perfect.
I feel crushed.
Held down by the weight of chaos.
My thoughts don't register the same.
All I can do is watch things unfold.
I feel helpless.
Everything spins around me, taunting.
What I want, what I have, all dancing.
I have to live with the cards I've played.
I feel disgusted.
How could I have done such a thing?
Given hope to a helpless, hurting boy.
Only to turn away and deny him our love.
I feel wrong.
For my choice, my feelings, my changes.
I never wanted it to turn out this way.
Now I've be
Lovely WeatherWalking home is ecstasy when clouds decide to cry
To pout with their big puffy lips and spin the wind around
Creating a ballet too elegant to be seen by the eyes of man
It's simply too bad that more people aren't crazy enough
To reach up and ask the lonely clouds to dance.
The puddles create little portals, through which
The world is reflected back against itself more clearly
And on a rainy day the droplets hit these mirrors hard
Shattering the peace to reach back toward the sky
If only they could bounce high enough to return home.
Leaves cling to each other in the gutters or in yards
Hoping for a ray of sun to pierce the biting co
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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