Blurred ExpeditionFamiliar trees gather along a stone-lined pathBlurred Expedition3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beautiful creatures not being recognized:
The wonders and mysteries of living
All described in one scene
A fictitious mindset
Being the basis of all action
One false assumption
Insures a swift ending.
Apollo’s wondrous guidelines
Find their way to outline what is true.
This radiant splendor
extending further skyward
Into a tangled disorder
A familiar figure far off in the distance
Resembling the aspiration someone once had
Without clarity, the figure easily fades away
Uncertain if it was truly real
An ephemeral haze surrounds this place
Depriving one of all senses
Brings about that one emotion
One that may never be felt again
One glance will be all it takes
To relinquish all other attachments in this world
Chasing you back into the wool tree forest
So safety can once again be guaranteed
Among the other recesses of your mind
Point Of No ReturnPoint Of No Return1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the turning point
One step further
And there's no turning back
You've reached the frontier
Between here and where
The laws of nature
As you know them
Are ineffective there
So make up your mind
Since you have to decide
The wolf, the ghost
The beast in the woods
Among the trees
Let your feet
Carry you swiftly
Over the border
What the fog hides
And how things change
To a whole different order
Making your skin crawl
Making your stomach churn
One step further lies
The Point Of No Return
April ShowersAfter a March ofApril Showers3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Green, floating in the air
Like flakes of leaves
Falling after a summer's day
The autumn's beginning
I hold up my umbrella
Of the air
It reminds me of the ocean
A cool, April day
With those showers that
TimeflowTime is like a river.Timeflow1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fast and deep like the Danube
with whirls to trap unfortunate souls,
starting hidden in mountain's gorge,
dissolved in the sea.
Warm and steady dividing a city,
Seville's guardian Guadalquivir
goes forward into Future's embrace,
to Past when tides turn.
Lazy and slow strolls the Thames,
s thousand grains of wrong paths taken,
the murky past lies deep, forgotten,
what stays is its smell.
Gurgling and clean through the country
the Killik carries its icy load,
refreshes tired bodies and minds,
the careless it drowns.
not dead just dormantweary child, listen to your mother’s call. hear it-not dead just dormant2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
listen to me. listen with your bare feet, to the song,
the song coming up through the cracks in the soil.
lie down, amongst my green rot. lie still, until the roots creep up,
into your lungs. let the moss amuse itself, tickling over your arms,
flowers bursting to the rhythm of the drum- inside your ribs.
allow me to weave you a grave, soft as sunlight.
isn’t it better this way?
i am old, yet my oaken arms still strong enough
to carry the sky. i have sung for a thousand years. let me sing to you.
lost child, heed my lullaby. come to me. let the madness, the fungus,
the little drops of lethargy, the dark-earth melodies-
rot you. yes, it is better this way.
you will grow for a thousand years, and dream of
splitting the blue, between your dripping fingers-
this is a promise. let me sing you to sleep.
Rainfalling downRain6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
upon the pane
a sound of pittering
courtesy the rain
A memory of life
a renewing of the same
its a blessing of water
Hourly NightThe eve of the nightHourly Night1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has a cost of ten extra hours
Nostalgia (SUCKS)I see the magnificent sun smiling down at me andNostalgia (SUCKS)1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
The azure skies, where not a speck of white rests. And I
Can't help but think of those
Halcyon days, those halcyon days
Of yesteryear when you and I could talk freely, those days
When I would curl up beside you on the blades of grass and you
Would run your fingers comfortingly down my back.
Because now, no one smiles at me. And now, the only blades I lie on
Are my own thoughts.
(Guess what's the only thing that runs down my back now?)
heart is left in the forestthe forest birds drown out the soundheart is left in the forest2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
of nearby cars and people
the sound of nature surrounds me
the sunlight does not bother me here
the cool air in the middle of spring
how beautiful a time it is.
I befriend all my animal friends
the squirrels, the deer, and the robins
all of my sparrows and elk and foxes
join me on my adventure here
none of them fear me as a human
I am part of the the forest
the forest is a part of me
I check the time on a pocket watch
the ticking hand no longer moving
time does not exist here.
Princess Servine in peril! What do you do?One day you were walking through a park with no one else around. You were minding your own business until you saw something. A Machoke carrying a woman in a dress. When you got closer, you noticed that the woman was Princess Servine. You began to follow them until you came to an abandoned house near the park. The man went in and you waited until he came out. Machoke then went out and left and you decided to go in. You see the Princess crying and yet, she was beautiful.Princess Servine in peril! What do you do?1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
You decide to…
A: Save her and bring her back to the royal family.
B: Take her clothes off and have some “fun” with her.
C: Take her home as a pet/slave.
D: Wait till the Machoke comes back and teach him a lesson.
E: Wait till the Machoke comes back and submit to him.
F: Wait till the Machoke comes back and take both him and the Princess.
H: Anything else.
RainfallIt's a mysterious occurrenceRainfall1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
How watching the rain fall
In a place you've been
A million times before
Can become the most amazing thing
In the entire world
If you will let it
OceanTravel calmly like an old seashell.Ocean3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why does the reef travel?
The Fox In The FogIt's cold and darkThe Fox In The Fog1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one talks,
but it isn't
Here and there
you hear them
cold like stone,
hearts made of ice.
Here and there
you see them
up and down
through the woods.
Suddenly you have
to stop and turn
around to look.
Behind this veil of
through the air
a tiny thing on
four legs comes
near to stare.
Between all this
black and white
his fur shines
so bright, like the
sundown at the
Be quiet and
stop all your
to watch the
through the fog.
Spring-sweetThe sweet of seed is in the air.Spring-sweet15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clear puddles, cobbled pathways,
bicycles propped against
glass doors framed with
Bright grins, vivid colours
—a deluge of season.
Carpeted with scents,
senses flooded, saturated,
I am varnished
with the light of Spring.
Early SpringLike every spring the winds blow fierce,Early Spring1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
they're breathing strong upon the crowns
of every tree, old, thin, or new.
Patches of the first green life,
now come after the long-melting snow.
Moss, and grass, and early bulbs,
have risen to be seen.
If one ever dares to care,
and notice all these little things,
you have found the hidden joy.
Now on top a road so high,
a sight majestic can be seen.
The mountains fair with melting snow,
show patches on their weary sides.
Soon you'll see them change to red,
with the long-awaited bloom.
Now as the moon (cat's claw thin) rises in the sky,
Gaze upon the twinkling stars, orbiting up there so far away.
Weep at the beauty that lays up there,
weep at the beauty that lays all around.
Then dry your dripping face,
and walk on home.
Walk on home 'neath the stars my dear,
and know that spring is here.
~March 23, 2015
PlaceMercurial and different. Many sounds so pleasing to the ear, and just as many unpleasant. A soft, green carpet covers nearly all, though in some places it has faded. One, bright light hangs from the ceiling, lighting all. When the light turns off, tiny pinpricks of light shine through holes in the ceiling; one, smaller light shines, lighting some. Ever changing is this room, changing quickly and slow. Quickly float the pillows across the ceiling. Slowly fades the carpet from where ever we may tread.Place3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Le LuneLe lune est magnifiqueLe Lune1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Avec une touche de gentil
Elle est maternelle
Le ciel est un couverture
Dans lequel elle borde les étoiles
88/365 - March 29, 2015Hands sink into moist soil88/365 - March 29, 20152 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am close to my Mother Earth
Nurturing and cultivating the seeds
Delicately transplanting the seedlings
I baptize the roots to encourage growth
Confident and assured stems and leaves are
Planted in the most marvelous way to
Gain favor of every ray of sunlight
This is my Sunday worship
We've built this garden together, A Temple
It blossoms into vibrant greenery
and provides subsistence
Through dedication and commitment that
Brings us closer to one another
on the path to The One
First Grade AstrophysicsNowadays everyone knows how a black hole is created. The divine corpses of old stars, binary systems, empty stuff that no one can name--the swirly, dusty parts of the universe--pulsate, grow, pull, pull, pull, kneading, and pool in star-empty pock marks, growing and collapsing. It's no secret, no, how they're birthed. What's secret is where they lead; humans can't comprehend, for they're too scared and far too stupid. But the origin-- it's no secret, no, no. It's first grade astrophysics. Everyone knows by now. Mathematically defined regions of spacetime, of the universe, of stars and empty stuff that no one can name. Gravitational lenses, the pull, pull, pull; the constant pull, constant quantum, constant collapse. Supermassive black holes of millions of solar masses; it's all binary. Elementary. Kid's play. It's no secret, no, no, no. But where they go: that's a secret. Where they lead, the empty tunnels, always flowing and growing and time-reversing. They behead logic without a secoFirst Grade Astrophysics3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mother Nature, Father TimeOnce upon a celestial body,Mother Nature, Father Time1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two concepts did exist:
Fierce and kind,
And Father Time,
Constant and fleeting.
Nature was reckless,
Defiant, and mischievous.
Time was patient;
Waiting and watching.
Both refused to yield
To the other's demands.
Leaves changed out of season,
Snow fell in summer, and
Rain and sun alternated
Every other hour.
But Time continued in rhythm;
Days passing right on tempo.
In one moment, however,
Nature fell in love with Time.
And she began to follow
His seasons and plans.
His patience had paid off.
The two worked in tandem,
To move the Earth along.
Time brought new seasons,
Nature brought the signs.
And both were happy.
And both were worry free.
But Nature soon saw
The effects of Time.
Men and Women grew old
And turned to dust in Death.
Even Nature began to feel
The passing of her Time.
Her leaves began to fade and fall,
Her mountains turned to rubble.
Her Earth began to turn
Slower and slower each day.
But she kept going, always h
The Lion and The LionessTwo little lion cubs running around, one looks at the other and roars.The Lion and The Lioness1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two little lion cubs playing in the grass. One looks at the other and hisses.
“Please stay away from me, I wish no more to talk.”
One little lion cub weeping in a field, looks up at the sky and says:
“Why’d she go away?”
One big lioness sitting in a field, she looks up to the sky and says:
“Why’d I leave him?”
One large lion sitting in a field, he looks across the land and sighs, “Why’d she go away?”
Two big lions running through the field, one bumps into the other, “OW!”
One large lion lying on the ground, he looks up to the lioness and says, “What was that for?”
One big lioness smiles, “It’s nice to see you again!”
Two old lions, lying in a field, one looks at the other and says:
“I love you.”
Two old lions breath in their last breath.
Two dead lions lying in the field, wasting away.
the visitorthe visitorthe visitor1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
against a ghostly
filled gray sky
the clear course caw of a crow coming
Sun vs. MoonI am the sunSun vs. Moon2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I am the moon.
I travel across the sky.
I rise in the east
and set in the west.
I don't follow the rules;
I rise wherever I please.
Well, everything revolves around me.
But who cares?
At least I've had company.
The stars are too far away
They don't count.
I wasn't talking about the stars.
Then who were you talking about?
I've been visited by
So you're letting people
all over you now?
At least they've given me gifts.
You mean the junk they've left behind?
don't mean anything,