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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
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.
Love is ripening tender-taken breasts.
One coin and I will confess Words to be unbuckled.
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
Universal nature Mountains, winds and woods Her throne
“The night grows out of me.”
The moonlight is topaz A light that is insatiable The fruitage an acidulous gold Full to the brim A quencher Droplets alive Of perfumed fruit
In a circus A hurricane designed By a drunken god Extravagant hearts Blow up again In a rampage
Azure colored rain And the fragments Whirl like a feather A weather vane While the angels applaud Daring and debonair I invade
My past is but a dream. My present an insatiable appetite for life. My future pre-determined and out of sight. Oh but to be young again, to begin again, to find me again. Who would I aspire to be? Through … Continue reading
The temptations of life. Not knowing a yes or a no. Experiencing new feelings and ideas which circulate in our minds. Unsure of what to do. Questions which have gone unanswered. The consequence of doing wrong. The pride and joy of … Continue reading