Winding white wind whips
Colorful fall leaves
Like rainbow that drips
Undressing tall trees
Gives brown skirt a lift
Grey squirrel scurrying
You've got your head in the clouds
While back down here on the ground
A northern descended your way
Snow-blind and lost in the crowd
Because your mind is endowed
With flurries that won't go away
Chorus:
Well, now you're hellbound
Got lost cuz you found
A reason to hide from the day
And when the wind blows
And you powder your nose
I guess there's not much left to say
Second verse:
Sky-high with stars in his eyes
The full moon soon on the rise
The Wolfman has come out to play
All night he sharpens his claws
But, in the morning he crawls
And hides from his life turning gray
Second chorus:
So, now he's hellbound
Got lost cuz he found
A reason to hide from the day
And when the wind blows
He still powders his nose
I guess there's not much left to say
The tree tired leaned
Against the old house
A ladder leaning
Against the massive
Tree front of the house
The ladder looked small
The tree branches dead
All the leaves were gone
It was an old tree
The tree tired
It could not stand tall
So it leaned on the house
It was ready to fall
All the tree needed
Was a guest of wind
To fall to the ground
Darling you’re a picture show
In the albums we possess
Are you resting there? I know
That you weren’t keen to rest
Couldn’t you somehow remind
What the spirits are about
Give a tip I fail to find
Deep within me, and without
Darling it’s the autumn wind
Blowing here, and leaves are flying
Unprepared for winter’s stint
Weeds and grass are slowly dying
With the first stroke of the frost
Summer ends, and we get older
Though we aren’t as old, as lost
In the eye of the beholder..
Don't judge me
For you know it's true
This moment connects
Me to you
You may refute
You may rebuke
As quietly
The table shook
But tell me this
As tears we cry
Releasing joy
You can't deny
As biome sings
It's tuneful rumble
While friends are sharing
Apple crumble
A deeper note
Can oft be heard
Beneath the failing
Of the word
Reality
Robots know not
Oh how this act
Just hits the spot
To summarise
As you're still here
Despite the awkward
Social fear
We celebrate
This quality
Our gaseous, imperfect
Humanity
So don't be shy
As you're about
You can't withhold
So let it out
A knowing nod
To passers by
You're just like me
We can't deny
For years—
when the soul stars dream and die...
I called it caution:
the way I listened for his footsteps
before entering a room,
the way my thoughts learned
to stand behind my teeth.
In the book of things unsaid
I pressed a leaf—
foliage of farewell—
between two pages,
its red gone brown, its veins
still spelling the road away.
O fall, let this lore of love be the last
command disguised as tenderness.
Let the house forget my silence.
Let the mirror lose his face.
I am the Eyes of Time.
I have watched a tree survive
every season of being stripped
and still keep its roots.
neither dusk nor dawn can delude me:
the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips...
but when I speak my name,
it rises into the wind.
parched was the highway of hope
starved, the pathway of promise
drained was the river of riches
stained, the empire’s new robe
reeking of sweat, enervated muscles
peeking at failure, ghostwriter’s orbs
plagued with penury, artistic lament
beacon of timelessness, the wind rustles
Sand had banked against the steps, shifted by the wind
The loose screen rattled, answering the wind
Salt welded shut the gate against the wind
Beyond the gate, the old track started to wind
Mother said, “You will find the creek by the east wind.”
I remembered past the paperbarks, the track should wind.
I heard the creek bubbling, or was it just the wind?
Through reeds, I watched the sparkling creek wind
On a low branch, a kingfisher faced the wind
It cracked a harsh warning through the wind
I feel blue beat with my feet
It circles my brown body
As sandy soulful satin energy
Fills electric air indigo inspiring
Silver sound of melodic muse
A niche found in a green groove
Grassy green for me is texture
Nodding head with pink pleasure
Green means go like feet in grass
That beat is bold yet inspires laugh
Lemon lyrics funny poetic plaid
Coloring music making me glad
I sway today with the white wind
It feels soft near the songs end
Layers of sound like painting blend
Blind ballet setting red hot trend
Must I curse the vagrant winds
Lean, warily, into their open arms
Defy the truth of life’s gravity
Or shall I huddle, clutching a dream
Tremble at the thought of its leaving
Fear the cleansing breath of life’s lunacy
Will I not cast my nets into the fury
Clench tightly the gnarled hands of hope
Around the tattered threads of belief
They tempt me now
Their Whispered wish a plea
For am I not but a vagrant wind
leaf
wind
motion
stirs silence
until stillness opens
something unsaid drifts through the air
Out of the murky mist
Amidst the mistral winds
The tempest tips the mast
A crippled ship descends
Pain-fated Captain's crew
Rain ravaged by degrees
The cox would steer the crow
Below the savage seas
To dare the darkened depth
Untethered fathoms feared
As harkened angels wept
A weathered wraith appeared
To cast the mastless craft
Amidst the rocky realm
The staff, now pointed aft
While the cox, held the helm
New Captain's crew was calmed
By current, ruby red
A salty sea embalmed
The sunken, drunken, dead
An albatross had mourned
Poseidon's wounded pride
Thrust-trusted trident scorned
Calypso raised the tide
O these coolnesses!
Blown off a water.
Re-encountered, regaled again
Each face in summer.
With noon's energy
Nightfall's toned down is
Shake a bluff, maidenhair bank
Hurtled off; sat. bliss!
Left behind like the wind
May be not too far away
left behind like the wind
Like the moon light shadows me
Everywhere I go
There is a piece of agony
That follows me
Left behind like the wind
A stream that rushes in my body
Not knowing what to do
Fireflies dance in my head
yet no light in my mind
Left behind like the wind
Where the stone is stuck deep inside
Even a single leaf so still, not to move
as the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips
Left behind like the wind
When that cold winter comes
and the chilly wind does blow
best stay indoors
as it's freezing down below
but enquiring minds need to know
who ploughs the roads
so the snowplough man can drive to work
and plough the snow?
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