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Humanity vs. AnimalHumanity vs. Animal
Incense flowing down the steps like a tear of bliss from the corner of my lips, gravity lifts the smell to the olfactory. Golden light in sight begins to seep through the bleeding night as it gently turns into daylight. In my sight I spy a magnificent bird with outstretched feathers like an angel from the translucent rain soaked window from the night before when the blast of storm happened. Life unfurls before my eyes, drama, peace, gossip, hate and I suddenly realize that all but one of these traits is exclusive to humans.
Ancient MeadowAncient Meadow
I see an ancient meadow in my sight, reminds me of a time when we took flight together high above the night. Our wings stretched out over the mountain crest, we headed to our home, our nest. I have this aching, this yearning deep inside my chest to be the best you’ve ever seen to go back to the ancient meadow to see the green fields again, to rise in splendor above the ashes of insanity and mediocrity, six thousand times like a phoenix.
Three WordsThree Words
Time without you goes by so slow, I don’t know how much longer you’ll be gone. I long to get back to that state we were in just a few days ago, so much passion heating up the night. I’ve seen the light in your soul and it harkens me closer, I will never stray away. I want you to feel somehow what you’re doing to me my lover. The fire deep within my mind will never subside, for to go away from you would be a crime. As the tides of life swish in the ocean of the universe, I somehow sense every word you say before you begin; a love so strong is beginning to begin, never to subside, never to hide. Hidden deep within your mind is a fear of saying those words to me from the others who’ve steered clear in your life. I promise you I won’t reject you when you say the words I long to hear with all my consciousness. I’ll give it some time, I know you like to take things slowly, and here I am the romantic one always in a rush. I just want it to
This guy who is not right for me is blocking my sight, blocking my light to find what I truly seek. I've been too meek in the way I've handled things so far. I have so many scars that need to be healed, so many wounds gone unconcealed. So many heartbreaks so many times in a row, I feel as though my mind and soul are being pulled in by an undertow. Deep down in my despair, I'm only looking for a good man to console me, to hold me down when I'm ready to run. To never be ashamed of me, to proclaim to all he knows he'll never let me go. I see all these diamond couples everywhere it seems on the street. Is it a crime that I desire something just like that? A relationship to last, someone to be there for me steadfast. It should not be too much to ask. This is my heart's crying out for anyone who will hear. I have no fear of what the world precipices of me, this is my therapy. The keyboard is mightier than the sword. It ruins me every time it seems, I type the things that drive men a
Forlorn Disillusionment IIForlorn Disillusionment II
Why must cupid shoot his trajectory in my direction? All my life my soul has been searching and never finding, seeking but never gaining. It's still the same, this sense of malaise, this daze, this fog, this unbridled, never subsided grog I'm under. I fall for a guy, head over heels, I think I can sense that he feels the same way, but I set myself up for defeat. I wish I could take a seat, away from the arena, away from the gladiator battlefield of hearts. But I can't. I seek still for stars in the eyes of a man whom I know I'll never find. I don't understand why I can't keep a man. I'm beautiful, I'm sensitive, and kind, witty, and charming. It is it just my lot in life? Do I scare them away with my gumption for love when all they desire is lust? Feeling disillusioned towards the entire scenario of casual fellatio. That's never what I wanted, I desire something more, something concrete. Something more than just chemistry under the sheets.
Life becomes light only if and when you allow it to be. Only when you see can you become colourblind and truly kind to every soul, no matter what ancient kin they hold from their ancestors of old who made them appear the way they are now. We are all people no matter what facial features we have. It makes me sad to see racism, sexism, even ageism. Whenever you discriminate on someone for any given reason you put them in a cage with your sin, you sell your own soul for a wage. Gay, straight, black, white it doesn't matter we are all human beings with the capability of being kind and sharing love and light. Just try to be laid back towards more, don't keep anyone from being able to soar. You'd not want to be fettered either, return the favor.
For a large part of my life I tried to disappear. Based on fear. Fear of how I would be accepted from the world around me, fear of the unknown, fear of the seeds of malice that could possibly be sown. Only until last year I put it on my list to seek out the company of others, but it's led me down that dark path once more. I said to myself last year before this search for romance I'd take a stance on abstinence from that life, seeking only friendships. Someone I met by happenstance filled my mind with bad advice for me personally. I told them I was only looking for a friend and not a companion, and they argued with me veraciously, made me feel less of a human being for my choice to express my voice, for my choice to have my own individuality by myself without the aide of another soul to satisfy the hole that I thought was there. I was scared. I didn't want to end up old and alone at that point, so I met up with a man from my past who tore my fragile esteem down even more. I'm onl
Love makes you crazy, happy, sad, angry, mad, giddy, silly, jealous, and zealous. Love is a demon and an angel.
Space is a lonely place, so cold away from the human race. So beautiful, so mysterious,
so dark yet so stark, scary and even deadly. Life out here is not for the faint of heart.
Torn away from your family for long periods of time it should be a crime to select this type
of lifestyle. Yet, we travel on like the master sea captains of old because we are explorers
conquering a bold new horizon we've set our eyes on.
Spring is a NinjaI know spring must change things,
but she's like a ninja at night
with a sly smile and a subtle presence.
She must have trained for years
with saffron robed monks
to master the imperceptibly quick movements
that noiselessly sneak tiny green buds onto twigs
and hide small pink flowers
around maroon leaves no longer than my pinky.
I see her work each morning
in the delicate shifting
of one thing to the next
but I never see her,
and it feels like each change she makes
has been there forever.
Third DestinationThe sky was grey
It was raining
the whole day
No houses, no trees
There was a scent
of salty, bitter tears
Then wind was blowing
Away the broken
pieces of paper
My soul, my home
That was the memory of my
30. Under the RainWhen it Rained
Hearing how the water fall
hits the roof
There has been many
who I don't know
to become lost
when it rained
They walk the path
and there is only one way
since it's too hot
when sun still shines
we'll get burned again
so then we are gone
when it rains
Beautiful WorldBorn free here on earth:
Huge herds in the world.
Wild and free - so live animals
In our unique beautiful world.
Huge forests once on earth
Until the man was born.
Nature so green. Grazing on glade
Is a deer quite shy but close.
Rain over dry countries.
I see the awakening of nature.
Rainbow makes me dream
Peacefully after a hot dry night.
Fog over high mountains,
Waterfall – force of nature,
Silence … just a bird chirping
When the morning is awake.
Sun standing high in the sky
But when the night will soon be dark:
Dark blue is the sky then -
I see the world with different eyes
As long as it still exists.
Because I am just a part of life
In a dying world untouched.
Second DestinationOn the upside down mountain
Colored oil black
I saw a house there
Front of it the bridge
between the mountain and a
200 floors high building
while 10 children
were running on the roof
All died in the fall
And so was my
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
The Beauty of the Flight OneOh bird,
oh how I envy you so
with your wings so delicate
but has the strength
to fight and navigate through
the ever pushing winds
your sharp and fine beak
an open even
the hardest of words and nuts
to provide the proper amount of food
for your beloved nest
You work so diligently
looking around for signs of danger
to later take flight
if it comes to that
but staying to fight
if your nest comes to harms way
Your call expresses many emotions
that I myself sometimes feel
the purtrid cry of sorrow
the beligerant screech of anger
the prepossessing song of love and content
Oh how I envy many things
of your careful, free life
I still know of the great dangers
that you constantly face
and I will always admire
how dutefully you deal
with all the troubles
that come with being a bird
Astronaut, calling from Soilthe astronaut landed
on a nylon moon.
the walls of net allowed no entry
he had a frail bronze skin,
so had a suit of emerald.
and six twig legs were
state of the art, back on Soil.
a giant monster,
jeans and pink and t-shirt,
attacked him in sudden, accidental savagery.
now the astronaut is shutting down,
all in the name of letting a giant
get higher than he needed to.
Time relates to rain. Days go slowly, or quickly, these factors depend on how lazy or active one is, how creative or malaised one is, so sectors of time, little widgets we keep track of to seep into the flack we allow ourselves can be compared to falling skies of water or even fire. Once a flickering ember, growing stronger, or a drizzle that torrentially becomes a cripple, even a gust so strong it brings out a thrust like a hurricane. Time can make someone go insane figuratively, eventually literally if left to our own devices. The indecisiveness begins to lift with counsel from a friend or confidante, then once more we become nonchalant. Easily filled with boredom, then we go again, and find something to occupy our mind and recommence back to feeling a sense of freedom again. Time never ends. It's continually moving. There is even a theory that it is looping, and as we do see even in our frame of mind history repeats itself. Now in this instant which has already passed as you re
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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