Sweet obituaryWhy do you cry my love? It’s all just tombs and wombs We crawl to stand it’s knownSweet obituary
Tilt our heads toward the sun
Like the sunflower we battle Innocent until conception And when we sprout away from seed We cherish this deception
What do you fear my love? It’s all just tombs and wombs In the process we give meaning Find some quality in life
Like the unicorn we don’t exist Yet we stroke our silver skin
And in holy union we sprout seed To let a new horned life begin
Now that I know, what do I do
Underwater skiesI dream each night of an unending lake Of soft feet draped in lacy white Floats on the surface, never touching It is the only source of lightUnderwater skies
A toe, so cautiously disturbs the water And she knows that it is right For the coolness encloses her with warmth As she smiles softly in the night
Ever so slowly her body lowers
Succumbed she is to the lakes vast might And even when it sucks her under She does not put up a fight
She has not lost the will to live But the call of the lake is very strong The darkness thrills her The adventure bec
How they pray...They pace in protest on the streets Draped in sacred red Heaven cries with me and pours on those Who walk barefoot to their deathHow they pray...
Praying to the very end
They show how it is done They make the world recall an age Of pure courage, now long gone
I cry for them, who go unheard Whose greatest sacrifice Goes wasted…
A people long subservient To the whim of those who rule Who are devoted to a concept Of ancient Dalai Lama’s school Bleed with me as we both watch A cry for freedom
They are protected
DelugeYou know of the lost Hamites, renounced from father’s arc? He smote them down and now they are Doomed to be forever low Why were they thus sneered upon? By him who was supposed to knowDeluge
For who knows what constitutes what’s real? It has bemused a myriad of zealous men Who is to say what’s real to them Is not elevated above an individuals ken?
Poor old Ham saw no concern In exposing his fathers shame And while he broke through great taboo He was punished all the same
His lineage is now forever lost And I feel like I can relate
War幼子や何も恐れぬ戦人 osanago ya nani mo osorenu ikusabitoWar
the bravest warriors who fear nothing: children.
Inspiration FallsInspiration Falls
Peach skies presented themselves Under crescent moon. Broken clouds make haiku.
EscapadeShe stood there, thrilled By her recently acquired knowledge; She could step in front of the train. She probably wouldn’t die.Escapade
A sadness overwhelmed her As sheer common sense held her back; One foot away, it passed by. She had been too late.
She remembered how it once was, Seconds and seconds ago, she’d just stood; She’d thought of nothing when it struck her, Mightily empty half-end to her life.
Naturally, she also remembered The future, in which all her friends had died; She alone remained in the now. One grain caught
yeah well.. :P
Caring
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It is an act of imagination to live differently from everyone else.
“I nined a elevenderloin with my fivek!" - Victor Borge
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Kahlil Gibran
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Let's get our two hearts beating faster
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Come out, Comeout, wherever you are! See ya all in Death Valley
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Let's get our two hearts beating faster
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Come out, Comeout, wherever you are! See ya all in Death Valley
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Let's get our two hearts beating faster
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Come out, Comeout, wherever you are! See ya all in Death Valley
hope you found something you liked
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I cradle this body, my temple, and wait,
Whisper of better days,
And I still know so little.
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do you have a secret?
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