she marvels at the world

She sits, taking comfort
From the grassy seat
And amicable breeze.
Grasped between her fingers,
She sips, sips, sips.
She marvels at the world.
The page flickers,
She loses her place.
She marvels at the world.

where are my thoughts?

Where are my thoughts?
Where did they go?
They were with me a moment ago.
Have they run away with my mind?
Run with the tides
of an impecable kind,
non to fathom nor eat, nor find?

the most chaotic book shop I know…

Humans are susceptible to destruction of the earth. However, nature tends to remind us at times that we are not so strong.

rain rains, floods flood

hold my hand and squeeze it

Hold my hand and squeeze it,
until it falls apart.
I don’t want it anymore.
It’s a part worn ware.
A part of self but not of me.
Take it to the days of mourning,
take it to the days of retreat.
Take it to the memory
of its lonesome obsolete

he wrote briefly of his life

The
pen was held loosely in his hand, he wrote briefly of his life.

He
counted every step he took,

He
owed money to the poor.

He
plants his seeds above the ground, and never
does he water.

restrain!

Restrain! Restrain! I tell you again!
No one will heal you of your mockery and shame!
Come to the house where the water is pure.
The heat a comfort, breeze tender and slow.
Come with me there there we’ll be shown.

let us hide in the dark from the dark things. they won’t find us there!

denial

i carry your heart with me

by e. e cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

I am just one leaf, but I was part of a tree, and that tree grew me, and I belonged.

identity

gradient greys

In a mind so unscripted, they were taken back to a rural destitute. It had taken them years to pull over what had been covered. It wasn’t strange, it was all just new. A new time, a new face, a new place, always existed, always concealed. There was another moment, the ropes left them bruises. Curses were heard when the candle blew out. The echoes sound from echoes. The green light rebounds. Nobody caught it, it left them in the darkness. The darkness went on. Numerous shades of gradient greys but fill their view.  If only but an arms length deep, many wonderings they will seek.

the day time silhouettes

There is a magnificence at play in a shadows whim when the sky lit dim. The day time silhouettes draped in the deepest blue bear silver lining with shadows to follow. Passing by flickers of greys and gold’s another side is yet to behold.

wilderness

I was poised in time with a reluctant
brow.
Nothing had changed me, it was me all along.
Anticipated in the wilderness, I lost track of
time.
All was so memorable, times had not
changed.
Uncovering the ground, bare to its
bones,
the dirt in my nails where it lived to call
home.
Everybody heard me foiling in rage.
Rage to find refuge, commute to retreat.
Out in the wilderness my eyes stalk the
grasses,
looking for cover under the masses.
Wilderness of desire, wilderness of
surprise,
the day I will return, no one will remember me
then.

oh life, so simple, so complex.

existence

remorse!

It is not the place were child play
nor place where foreign forge.
Remorse! Bring me back to life!
Words rebound in my head
no
structure to frame the sides,
a
game of weary rest.
The mind of wondering bliss
and forgotten path which
direction leads to none of that
accomplished quest.
Night fall draws forth the light
in
brief still too contrast
for the bodies maintain and keep,
a
game of weary rest
Remorse! Bring me back to life!

For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson