The Chorus of Life

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Sit still.

Breathe.

Think.

In a hypnosis of a descending form,

mesmerized by the distilled song.

No longer entranced by a bitter source,

allowing Nature to take its course.

Sit.

Breathe.

Think of Life’s jubilation,

and give each Petal its admiration.

Yellow trumpets dance in delight,

mesmerized by the nourished song.

Sit.

Breathe the aroma of Petrichor,

and feel the gods origin,

as you get closer to great riches,

forget your place and the forbidden

for nothing may challenge a Tree during a storm.

Sit still and admonish the Falling Form

hypnotized by a drip-drop song.

No longer encumbered by mortal sin,

giving Nature its violin –

The song plays on …

 

 


Sun Fairies

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Glowing is the secret to life’s re-source,

Gold and brawn at its source.

Dancing fairies deliver delight

and take away my mundane plights.

Always surrounded by a warm embrace,

chasing away life’s constant disgrace.

Confound by her reactive attraction,

rejoicing in her benefaction.

I find life and mutual jubilation.


Wicked Falls

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Wicked, wicked, little man

your fingers creep on tortured skin,

Tracing the scars of the damned

with no regard for innocence.

Wicked, wicked, little man

wilting flowers in full bloom,

Terrorizing the nights with silver daggers,

While howling at the moon.

Wicked, wicked, little man

-you’ve come too soon-

Departing from your midnight scowl

with spells of scorched tears.

Wicked, wicked, little man –

creeping. crawling. demolishing,

Diana’s sheltered Moon.

Hunting the huntress

as she descends upon the Earth

to kiss her children’s wounds.

Wicked, wicked, little man

You forget the power of the new moon.

The cloudless nights put up a fight

to forsake your muculent drool.

 

 


A Mother’s Thirst

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The pain keeps on growing

As I keep on groaning

At the horrible state that I’m in.

But I must persevere,

For my children will fear

The day my surface disappears.

My attempts to fight back

Have caused quite a crack

So, you must pardon me, my dear,

For my systems are failing,

And you will go sailing

Because you wouldn’t help me,

My dear.