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A sprinkling morrow Drinking from the trees Earth is cooling As the sun is shady A noble mood The simple quiet Of daydreams
From childhood I have not taken my sorrow I could not awaken my heart To joy at the same tone All I loved I loved alone
I had awakened and was alive But when fear, adversity, uncertainty, and sin left me stranded I raised my protective shield and ran with the wind My soul stirred, whispered, cried for release I wanted tranquility, happiness, and contentment I … Continue reading
Leave the mundane and familiar Let your mind, body, and soul Invigorate you Leave a watermark or tattoo
Her skin pink and satin Trapped nude in a secret vault I lavish her sweetly She moans and begins to quiver Her dazzling sapphire eyes Swoon over me I whimper A virgin begins to charm Like a candle made of … Continue reading
Mother Nature beckons Her brilliant cacophony Her pine trees Dancing, swaying, and whispering Their virescent green Shimmering through Blue Hues Peaceful and calm Mesmerizing Her birds sing A sweet melody White puffy clouds Surrounded Beams of sunshine Benevolent to me … Continue reading
Take me to the ocean Bring the leaping sun Daybreak is full of diamonds Dancing swelling tides Make me want to write
October is a beggar Knocking on doors Snatching golden leaves In Autumn
Laughter echoing in the country You pluck the Autumn
Fraught in the wild I hang on a moonbeam.
Disillusioned Smoking cigarettes drunk at 3: a.m. Spinning into nothingness With whiskey drunks Hookers walk the strange yellow streets Women who fear intimacy Or falling in love depraved Depressed mannequins are consumed Guilt and shame asunder They dance in their … Continue reading
Love is ripening tender-taken breasts.
One coin and I will confess Words to be unbuckled.
Monumental quill Muses Thee created To write Tongue-tied I mend Immersed In poetry
I am a wanderer and a poet.
I cannot silence my victor To cry unlettered words
Falling deep Wearing down Desperate for energy I am beaten A broken harpstring
Forever look deeper Find Your core There is only one keeper Yet always more
Universal nature Mountains, winds and woods Her throne
“The night grows out of me.”