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The Lakes Have Eyes
The Lakes Have Eyes
Ferrari nails dug into Dogwood bark as August curled in,
And eyes mirrored the lake beyond the petals carried with a cooling wind.
Her favorite spot: atop a mica wall,
We used to go; we used to sit there and laugh; we thought we’d fall.
There was only one day, prior to autumn before the earth cooled
When the sky grew stressed and pelted us with rain, i...
Thursday 16th June 2022 3:23 am
The trials
The valley of the light equal shadow of truth an love through the darkest moment
Fear is a great divider and the greatest enemy are through fear of our mind and body
Let rain cleanse the darkness through the tear of joy and laughter and love
The fear of love is the admitting to your heart calling
The love of fear teaches us to be careful and open-minded to are surrounding through 5 s...
Thursday 5th August 2021 10:51 pm
Sylvan Hope
tones of wooded sprouting leaves
sing the measure of the trees
they festive lift, and rustle, clap,
or silent sway, filled with sap
gorged and sated, a jewel they glow
the color of the sign to go
full of chlorophyll, the grass
screams of life as through stained-glass
filling up with greenhouse gas
while oxygen to us they pass
surrounding us with vital health
vegetation is eart...
Wednesday 31st March 2021 7:21 pm
friends
friends are indeed the notes to lifes song
they are more than that though
they are laughs
they are a shoulder to cry on
they are the ones that understand
no matter what they are there
they are there when you feel low
they are there when no one else is
they are the ones that hurt the most
when they are angery
you feel it hardest
when they are sad
you ...
Tuesday 17th November 2015 1:12 am
My one day friend, Mark
To Liverpool
Wednesday 6th March 2013 8:19 pm
How Are You, My Friend?
It happens very often
When someone on another side of the Earth
Suddenly stops your crazy race
Asking such a simple question:
How are you, my friend?
Instantly it becomes warmer
Hearing those kind words
And a series of depressing days
Breaks into the sunny rays.
A happy smile creeps up your face,
Everyone you would like to embrace.
You were almo...
Monday 11th April 2011 7:12 am
S.O.S.
Trees with dark green leaves
Pock-mark the urban landscape
Like beauteous sores. Oases
In an otherwise unblemished bleakness
Out of place in their naturalness
Rooted in the brown earth
Amid the artificially stunted grass
With an innocent hedge there misplaced.
Trees casting their shadow
Providing shade from the sunlight
That gives them their strength and colour
A contrast heig...
Monday 16th November 2009 5:00 pm
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