Like crystal tears, soft petals dance and gleam,
While dewdrops stitch stars on morning's silken dream.
Each blossom spins gold wisdom from earth's mud,
As heaven's jewels birth dawn's awakening bud.
Bud blooms like the sun breaking through midnight's veil.
Mud cradles pearls where phoenix tales prevail.
Dream waters mirror souls like liquid glass,
Gleam whispers truth like breath through temple brass,
Through time's vast ocean, songs of light sail on.
buds beckon to pop
leaves unfurl reveal green scroll
spring devolves uncurls
Bud is loyal to the end
Bud loves me. I’m her friend
Bud licks my face
And sniffs my butt
Wags her tail
Yah, she’s a mut
Just like me, you see
I just may have some Native in me yet
With maps of Earth in her fur
And wrinkled ones on me
We’ve guided our way here
On Earth
Together
We are buds
Tree to pee
Anywhere we please
You remind me of Autumn
your simple grace
can be compared to a rosebud
falling in the wind.
I was blessed by your presence
the soft tone of your form
as you brushed against me
moving flirtatiously, subtly.
Your scent lingers on my mind
and your sudden touch of kindness
pulled me, strongly attracted
I gazed into your almond-shaped eyes.
I think of you incessantly
here at your mercy
your beauty titillates me
tantalizing my thoughts.
I saw you last week
passing your way, I spoke
you replied but seemed shy
or was I the one speechless?
How could I communicate
make visual my appeal
centered around you
you are sweet like a sunflower.
Light morena, your skin color
your face is clear with luster
as the full orb moon
against a blue twilight sky.
I wish I could tell you
how you remind me of Autumn
your simple grace
I compare to a rosebud.
Dandelion little bud soon will have a golden crown,
taller this is bound to grow
upwards, skywards to our sun,
now ripened with blossom wide, unconcealed, too bold to hide,
until the time is right to leave...
though death is a mere bluff,
evolving to a special stage transforming to fine fluff!
a strange sense of dread builds up
we know not what could be the cause
yet it manifests and so we do recognise
our stuporous awareness that was oblivious
but be that as it may, we take measures
to nip in the bud the heart contraction
by becoming a witness to ourself
“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”– Frances Hodgson Burnett
Though I’m unable to bear the coldest days,
My heart is eager when they put me on display,
All my buds and blooms seem like a blaze,
Vibrant hues of scarlet and cerise smile hooray!
Summer silences all my doubts about being enough.
With the sunlit reflections mirroring my soul,
There are even days when I feel like hot stuff.
It is assured that my splendor can surely console!
Melancholic when autumn calls my name,
Promising me a future without blossoms or leaves,
It won’t be very long and I’ll bow my head in shame,
My summer heart hides amid shadows as she grieves!
On the forest’s edge, colorful blooms thrive,
Startling my spirit, wakening my thirst,
For more than just a glimpse so I’ll survive,
Mystery of pines, laurels so well versed.
Trembling within me, a heartfelt prayer,
Dreaming of fate beyond this quiet path,
Kissing back the dew from soft dawn’s affair,
Seeing the urgency of twilight’s wrath.
While sun breathes out a trail of frothy vines,
Caressing the soul with its gentling song,
Pouring out hope that her blessing defines,
Crooning peace, lingering her whole lifelong.
Forest reveals silence who reflects stars,
While shadows will write the forest’s memoirs.
A Mother Theresa Quote:
“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.”
She, a Loreto sister of great value a Saint in old Calcutta
took a train ride in 1946, and found her true calling
As a teacher and an exemplary woman of the world,
she healed and fed the sick like a true Angel of God;
never worry about the numbers
a true Saint never slumbers
be a bolt of lightning, thunder *
Awarded a Nobel prize in 1979 for her great works
she also suffered from sadness and often prayed to Jesus
"Please help me spread thy fragrance wherever I go !"
Penetrate my being Lord make me a radiance of thine
charity begins in Rome
never leave a poor one alone
send all the demons home
Get on your knees and pray and mean what you say
Those Holy hands did much more than just pray
they touched the wounds of the sick and healed
God's children, as if they were her very own.
watch barbs that sting
deep angst bringing
heart sings no more
Said the last goodbye,
Leaving us, as old rye,
Taking you, Earth withers,
And I am left in shivers.
Tears flow in eyes,
The driest ones; wept,
Grays are the skies,
The wind, no longer kept.
Children shall be told,
Reminiscent they'll be,
Before they grow cold,
That's how time does be.
Tales, rumours,
I shall dismiss them all,
As long as i live,
I shall know you.
Time, shan't take you away,
The son of the wind,
Oh! How you did sway!
But their chains did bind.
The very air,
Enclosed in glass walls,
They didn't care,
And ignored all your calls.
Wild spirits at ease,
Like streams never cease,
Slow them, change their ways,
Leaving them no longer a maze.
All the smiles, all the tears,
Now go away, as they came,
Going away in shame,
Where are your prayers?
I stand beside the gravestone,
Tear stained and weary,
Nothing now is known,
Everything feels so eerie.
The rain comes,
takes away,
Something i can't point out,
Its all too loud.
Silence is worse than screaming,
Nothing nothing at all, in feeling,
And then I see,
A bud on a a spruce tree.
good/bad...
up/down
plus/minus
left/right...
nature buds a...
balance point
of change
called time or(e)...
buddism
stan sand
Drowned at sea,
Jumped from roof,
Poison in tea,
Death, Suicide, Murder,
Heat lack,
Hanged at park,
Stabbed in back,
Death, Suicide, Murder,
Old age,
Gun target,
Hospital stage,
Death, Murder, Suicide,
Hit head,
Gun to head,
Seeing red,
Death, Suicide, Murder,
House on fire,
Slit wrists, throat,
Strangled by liar,
Death, Suicide, Murder,
Car crash,
Bashed up,
Drug stash,
Death, Murder, Suicide,
Bit by snake,
Drunk bleach,
Held in lake,
Death, Suicide, Murder,
Got sick,
Jumped at car,
Sharpened stick,
Death, Suicide, Murder,
Gravestone,
Body found,
All alone,
Death, Murder, Suicide,
Who knew,
So many ways to die,
So sad, but true,
Goodbye.
a bud-is-to...
bees
unlike
a buddist to...
be's
being...
of a phenomena-...
logic-call-locale-
"all-at-tea"
stan sand
seemingly innocuous
seeds of lustful outrage
soon sprouted feral fangs
although as yet unborn
manifested in dreams
we lived the desire
in the savagery conjured
in caverns dark astral realms
which in time so became
destiny in this density
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