“Somewhere beyond the sink-hole, past the magnolia, under the live oaks, a boy and a yearling ran side by side, and were gone forever.” ~ The final sentence of The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings.
A child was gone forever…
Was I, too, once a child?
Would it be that never,
I’d again run free and wild?
Would I simply pass away
like little Fodder-wing,
not to see another day
where I might fly or sing?
Lately, I’ve been thinking of
a brand-new hopeful dawn,
and the feel of earnest love -
of Jody and his fawn.
I saw a waterwheel, saw a rabbit,
took more than just a look.
Another’s soul, I’d inhabit
in the chapters of a book.
Lost forever to the ages,
a long, forgotten “when” -
four hundred thirty pages
gave me childhood again.
It’s a nice old wood
she says as we hand-in-hand
walk and the dancing
shadows of old trees filtered
from summer sun meet us there.
Transistors fizz
Electrons bustle
As robots claim
The daily hustle
The hinges creak
The oil of words
Is missing from
The mindless herds
They oft parade
With heads bowed low
Quite frankly,
Nowhere else to go
As hooked in tasks
In ruts with traction
Replace the normal
Human faction
Robots make robots
Or so I'm told
They replicate
The lies they're sold
Perpetuating
All that manic
In ways that seem
Somewhat satanic
The robot wars
Are not to fear
Just realise that they
Are here
Dispense with screen
Release your mind
In un-robotic ways
You'll find
The beauty of
The world around
When eyes you lift
Will soon be found;
Through trees and rain
Bare feet on grass
A world machines
Can ne'er surpass
The pores of life
Should breathe it in
Beguiled no more
By wars of tin.
The flaming circle of our sky
Came early in its shifted dissonance
To change the arid winter skies
To umber colored luminance
And I began to think of her
My sweet and everlasting love
Defiant as the alpine firs
And equal to the sun above.
summer afternoon
sharing sweet tea with you
watching ice cubes melt
he lives for the woods
his body smells of musk
and nature combined
Through the summer's golden haze,
I've searched for you for days
A love that never quite came true,
Still, somehow, I look for you.
I've asked the wind, I've asked the rain,
If you would ever come again,
But that's all in vain—
'Cause you were the cloud and I'm the rain.
You drift so high, I fall so low,
Waiting for you, nowhere to go—
Our separate paths across the sky,
Just to reach you, again I try.
For a moment's love,
I rose above—
I'm far to get close to you,
But cloud to rain, we'll start anew.
?I'm in love with you
My body melts with you
My mind lost with you
'coz you always make me blu
?Whenever I look you
My lips get smiled
whenever I feel you
My heart get elated.
?Your beautiful eyes
your stunning smile
your gorgeous style
makes me shine.
?you make me happy
whenever I'm sad.
you make me good
whenever I'm depressed.
?you make me healthy
whenever I'm sick.
you make me content
whenever I'm mad.
?Thanks to you my dearest
My deepest gratitude for you
Thank you for being here
Thank you for being mine
My dearest love.
The gorgeous Nature!
Oceans continue to wave
or do they adhere to duty
obviously everything stopped
on the day I saw your beauty.
Or am I illusioned
of my soft pain, hard longing
on the sin called belonging.
The infant rays of sunlight
Filtered through the small panes
Of the sleepy Hobbitons, a wake-up
Call to the start of the day.
Shire-folks smoked weed
And Argentine ciphers born of
The plumes ripples into thin air
Carrying the dream of the day.
The wild Brandywine in her stately
Updraft, washes away the suffering
Of felled logs disturbing her flow
And dips them straight into the marshland.
The pretty flora of the ancient woodlands
Stack their dreams in swirling petals of which
Are later reborn in the night.
The proud Three Shire Oak stands as
A silent guardian to Whitwell wood
As woodpeckers prick into the cavernous
Echoes of his heart to find out his longing.
Remnant of white clouds like ancient
Ruins wander lonely over the Hills of Evendim
And reflections of a century’s History float
In their accord.
Shire! Fill me with your rainbow colors
And let me dive deep into your essence
And let me stay drowned in your dreams
Forever.
DOUBLE COVERAGE
A bright sunshine day…
Fallen leaves cover the ground…
God’s love covers us…
The flowing of a waterfall,
the appearance of a rainbow,
the changing color of the leaves,
there’s magic in the air.
A kitten meowing softly,
baby birds twittering for food,
a newborn baby crying
there’s magic in the air.
The forest going on and on,
the mountains going high,
the plains stretching forever,
there’s magic in the air.
The beauty of our scenery,
the joys of our love,
the vastness of our landscape,
there’s magic in the air.
The black cat pounces~
claws eviscerate! –
victim cries out as its specie
tongue torn-out. Surely
God could not have intended
this! The black cat,
licks, nurses, cleans its young.
Would die for their protection.
Purrs in the old woman’s lap,
otherwise alone, needing a cat’s
warmth of affection – surely God
intended it this way. Surely
God has a
convoluted
reflection --
I am a free bird
I wanna travel the world
Yet I am scared of having to give up on things
I am scared of never fitting in
Of knowing too many people
And never having a friend
I cry a lot
I don’t really know why
I miss my dogs
And my cat
I wanna hold onto people
Knowing I cannot
I struggle to understand this
Sometimes
The concept of being an azaad parinda
Interfering with the very idea of having connections in this earthly life
I kinda like singing, I guess
I spent eight years training in dance though
Never could breathe freely
Was too scared yet good
Not knowing what I was doing
Kinda freeing kinda stuck
Like your legs in a bog
In a long lost forest
With no one to hear you screaming
Except for the early critters
Not the very best word
But overthinking means losing the flow
And I am feeling this way
After a really long time and
I’m not really ready to give up on this once again
Again the dreams, in a green glen,
of hued trees, creating a den;
as I sleep walk, time waits it seems,
in a green glen, again the dreams.
The tree birds sing, a tweet, tweet talk,
time waits it seems, as I sleep walk;
sound of fast streams, with birds on wing,
a tweet tweet talk, the tree birds sing.
I lay down, try to hold the dreams,
with birds on wing, sounds of fast streams;
a man came creeping, and I frown,
try to hold the dreams, I lay down.
Oh ... he lays with me, soon sleeping,
and I frown, a man came creeping;
my one true love, has come to be,
soon sleeping, oh ... he lays with me
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