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Nature Re-foundThis constant noise of life
wasn't here back at the start,
when only Nature owned the day
and solely silence played its part.
The echoes of the past are here
in all the views around me now,
for life's alive here in Vermont,
and every scene is Nature's vow.
I listen hard amidst the noise,
decipher what I can at least,
knowing all the answers called
are shouting out, peace by peace.
Beneath the surface, all I see
is wisdom buried, not long lost,
and if I search here long enough,
I'll find myself, at little cost.
The siren sounds of Nature's call
patiently wait to be re-found,
when noise is lost and silence reigns,
here in life's most sacred ground.
Real lifeBefore the birds begin to wake,
and the sun first peeks her head
above the trees, the dreams you make
are still at dance within your bed.
It's all defied as you create,
flying through this heaven's gate,
there you are the sun,
there you find the sum
of this your special fate.
Listen! Hear them call you!
Feel it! Feel them pull you!
Feel them lift you up, bring you up,
spring you up, and everything you up!
The sun has yet to claim the day,
the night still owns your soul,
so dance and sing and fly away:
the you once lost is now the whole.
Life is here! Life is now!
Find out why and find out how!
Brace yourself for all the smiles
that welcome you for miles and miles!
The birds are not yet chirping.
Their nest is dark and still.
But with the sun they start to sing,
and dreams depart until, until...
puddleI look at my reflection in the puddle,
and think about where I've been.
My face appears sad and lost now,
my soul wavers in the ripples.
Is there an inside to this daydream?
Are there answers to find in the mirror?
The time I waste in the search
gets me nowhere closer to the truth,
but I tell myself that maybe by waiting,
the question will disappear too.
Do I have an answer I've yet to find?
Is there someone inside me with a clue?
When I was little, I acted like a shark,
thought my mouth formed a frightening face,
but people just laughed at the silly act,
and the only one I scared was me.
I think I'll stop staring in the puddle.
I think I should keep walking instead.
This contains no mature contentI need to write...something...anything...so here goes...
The butterflies stopped chasing me
once I told them I ran out of honey,
and the bumblebees offered to sting me
if I'd give them more of my money.
Today was fun, right?
Or was that yesterday?
I lit up my hair like an orange purple sunset,
and I rubbed down my arms with lotions and creams,
but it wasn't until I tried eating bologna backwards
that I ever really noticed how much I hated steam.
Where is the daffodil I left by the counter?
Did you take it? Did I?
Where is the lemon drop I dropped in the garbage?
Did the man come and steal that too?
Yogurt and daydreams were made for skies like those,
and simpler answers would work to this tougher problem.
My mother used to scold me for leaving a mess,
and would wag her finger with a promise:
"One day you'll have a house to clean of your own,
and you'll understand all my troubles with this!"
The message came at exactly nine-thirty last night. He spoke with tears in his words
Winded TimeThe winds of change blow softly
through open panes and doors,
and little sparks of wonder
do scurry 'cross our floors.
Will morrow bring the answers
to questions still not asked,
when daylight meets the treetops
and sparrows are unmasked?
If darkness will not help us,
and moonlight shines too dim,
there's hope still in our dreaming,
within the pillow's whim.
Our slumber may not ease us,
or take away this pain,
but time itself will comfort,
and sorrow too will wane.
The Binder, The Turtle, and The RavineOn the last day of tests, the last day of his senior year of high school, Joshua went on a hike. It wasn't a walk of thoughtfulness, or even an opportunity for celebration apart from everyone else. No, this day had a purpose, and his walk was as much need as it was determination, as much purpose as it was pursuit. One locale waited for him up ahead, and one final destination was now just minutes away.
The little turtle had been wandering. Some vegetation off to his south had always looked appealing, even though his elders often warned him when he was young to stay far away from that area. "There's danger there you cannot see," they'd said. "The food to be found there is just not worth it to reach."
Joshua could see the end of the path now far up ahead, closing in fast. It beckoned to him just as he beckoned to it. This was the last day of high school as he'd always imagined it to be: hot, boring, stupid, and pointless. Only co
Hey YouHey you.
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
Stormy nightPouring rain
Just another night
In this sad existence
The rain feels refreshing
The darkness is comforting
And they bring a smile
To my melancholic face
I am one with the night
One with the storm
Standing under the streetlight
Waiting for life to happen
Capturing CreativityBe still.
A timid bird, poetry lurks
beneath your freckled skin,
the rustle of ruffled feathers
hidden in the poundings
of your predator heart.
In quiet moments,
you can hear the chirrups
of her breathing,
stone-heavy words tumbling
between the cliffs of your ribs.
Coax her gently
with ink stained fingertips
and rhyme-tangled tongue.
The Last GiftGod traces the letters on tombstones, fondly
remembering the deceased’s first steps
into His house. When He closed
the gates of Eden, the whole world
became a cemetery: the untouched garden
a hospital waiting room, overflowing
with flowers to be arranged
upon funeral wreaths, waiting for Him
to bestow His last gift.
your perfume tastes like shitit was love
that made me pull
the poison rose,
but no longer will
i allow myself to lie
in the shallow coffin
of your body,
no longer will my veins
stretch to compensate
for your insatiable need.
you are fresh cancer
in my cross-infected heart,
but honey i'll pull you out
with my own damn fingers
if it means saving myself.
time quantum egresswe bury our hearts
in the heavy glow of the horizon,
the electric hum of the New Moon
digging through the skull
we wander stateless, eyes blankly set
in dispassion. lost souls of a lost time
dragging wire-shells and pale furnaces
and we have outlived our selves.
To The HeroesJustice?
I'm not sure you know what that means.
To you the very word of "justice" suggests that:
Those who do not comply are simply targets to be broken.
Those who do not agree with you, must always be denied.
Those who have the greatest freedom are chained and made to kneel.
And those who choose to fight are labeled 'incarnates of evil'.
Doesn't it all sound a little familiar?
I think it does...
So tell me, oh great hero,
Having fought monsters like me for so many years...
How does it feel to have finally become one?
Lovely GirlSoft and brown, her hair waved at me
with a whisper and a giggle,
her smile a hint of more
and a promise of adventure.
Her flirting glances weren't needy,
or forward in an unseemly way,
just perfect and lovely
in a most adorable fashion.
The evening carried on
as evenings do,
and our glances back and forth
We only spoke that once,
as we passed in the hall,
but her voice and mine
After midnight when she left,
I followed her outside,
not wanting to be lost
without her touch or smile.
She was gone too quick,
I'd missed her, and my chance,
but once I came back in,
I found she'd not yet left.
Another look, another grin,
and her hair, oh that hair,
it wanted to be stroked
if time and place would give.
We found a place, a space,
and spoke at last for long,
minutes into hours,
as guests all took their leave.
And as the time ticked on,
and as the party died,
the time to act had come,
the perfect way to close.
We leaned in near and kissed,
a gentle, perfect bond,
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