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View It From Afar

To appreciate our planet,
begin with its snowcapped mountains;
where sunbeams morph crystals of ice
into gems of glistening light.

See pink clouds hover in the skies
afloat on a vista of blue;
and a setting sun smear scarlet
onto puffs of marshmallow white.

And jungles at its equator
create a sash of vibrant greens;
while burnt sands ripple Earth's deserts,
with shifting dunes of tans and creams.

See Earth's leafy forests change from
deciduous to evergreen;
and tundra pitted with blue lakes,
fade to stretches of virgin snow.

And volcanoes erupt in flame
spewing plumes of ebony smoke;
lava bleeding from gaping wounds,
while giving birth to molten earth.

See azure and aquamarine
waves crested with white foamy froth;
and two tilted poles, capped in ice,
sparkle like crystalline jewels.

View it from afar, as it twirls
within the vacuum of space;
like a phantasmagorical
cerulean marble; called Earth.

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My Inner Voice

I leave the daily hustle and bustle
and the cacophony of city sound.
And head to where the leaves softly rustle 
in the breeze, and no one else is around.

When I'm alone, I experience peace
that raises my soul to a higher plane.
And anxiety's attacks slowly cease,
free from critical critiques and disdain.

Seclusion fuels imagination;
shaping reality within my mind.
And it's a feeling of liberation;
unrestricted by rules of any kind.

Whenever I seek solitude by choice,
I heed the whispers of my inner voice.

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Yesterday's Fragile Truth

Betrayal devastates your trusting heart,
severing the bonds of love from the start.
And depression slowly entraps your soul;
for disparaging lies exact their toll.

Chameleon clouds change to match your mood
by releasing tears, sad emotions brewed.
And at the crossroads of sane and insane,
your heart breaks under the weight of your pain.

A fickle Sun no longer shares its light,
sulking within shadows gathered by Night.
And feigning feelings, you struggle to cope,
for a broken heart cannot harbor Hope.

The specter of fear festering in dreams;
fuels frightening bouts of silent screams.
And at the end of the tunnel, no light,
the future is opaque, obscured by fright.

The promise of tomorrow made to youth
was written on yesterday's fragile truth.
And happiness is a wine without weight; 
simply a bouquet decanted by fate.

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I Share My Soul

A pair of morning doves, preen and prim,
snuggled close on their favorite limb.
And cooing low, wake a sleeping sun;
singing praise, for a new day begun.

A slip of a ghostly moon rides low,
wearing its light like a pale halo.
And Sol ascends, master of the day,
heralding Dawn's breathtaking display.

Vapors shed crystal tears on the grass,
depositing dewdrops clear as glass.
And blooming flowers imbue the air;
a sweet fragrance, beyond compare.

Palm trees clad in a southern motif,
tickle the skies with a feather leaf.
And skittish crabs play tag with the waves;
darting in and out of flooded caves.

Sipping wine while enjoying the show,
we greet the day with a happy glow.
And as romance and Nature combine,
I share my soul with my Valentine.

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Sculpted Shades of White

Starlight pierces ebony,
above sculpted shades of white.
And moonbeams soften the scene,
gilding Night with golden light.

Donning a crystalline dress, 
Nature's a picture of grace.
And draped in feathery down,
She's frozen in time and place.

Billions of snowflakes gather
on bare branches, where they freeze.
And subtle features get carved
by the breath of a sharp breeze.

The wind does not blow enough 
to dislodge the sticky snow.
And the laden branches bend;
bowing impossibly low.

Cold casts its enchanting spell
in the throes of Arctic chill.
And silence imbues magic
to Winter's artistic skill.

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Callused Fingers

Callused fingers press vibrating strings;
drawing passion from a violin.
With the burnished wood snug to his cheek,
the violinist plays from his heart.

Subtle vibes saturate my being
as crying strings elicit feelings.
And expounding on love's betrayal;
music stirs the imagination.

His bow hangs like a lingering kiss;
savoring the taste of ecstasy.
And then, with tears trickling down his cheek,
he unleashes unbridled fervor.

Experiencing pangs of rapture;
sound slips the bounds of reality.
And every note penetrates my heart;
igniting fiery flames of passion.

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A Gentle Breeze

It begins as a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves with its touch.
Scurrying through the tops of trees,
it begins as a gentle breeze.
Not enough to discourage bees,
it is only brisk; it isn't much.
It begins as a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves with its touch.

It is only brisk; it isn't much,
until that breeze begins to gust.
And yet, birds still escape its clutch;
it is only brisk; it isn't much.
It topples garbage cans and such,
gathering up a cloud of dust.
It is only brisk; it isn't much,
until that breeze begins to gust.

Gathering up a cloud of dust,
that soon blocks the Sun's sullied light.
And proceeds, with increasing thrust;
gathering up a cloud of dust.
When the sky turns orangey rust,
twirling tornadoes evoke fright.
Gathering up a cloud of dust,
that soon blocks the Sun's sullied light.

Twirling tornadoes evoke fright,
with debris flying through the air.
Morphing into objects of might,
twirling tornadoes evoke fright.
Finding cover, we hang on tight,
for flying shrapnel packs a scare.
Twirling tornadoes evoke fright,
with debris flying through the air.

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Everything's Okay

Love feels like an illusion;
a mix of lies and the truth.
For it's non-responsive to
the expectations of youth.

Facing doubt and frustration;
bravado falters, then slips.
And yet, in your fantasies,
passion congers eager lips.

Hope courts imagination;
summoning a dreamy smile.
And you find your private place,
where you haven't been for a while.

You're searching for a soulmate
who’ll embrace your existence.
So, you continue to look;
with undying persistence.

You fall in and out of love
with the ghosts of yesterday.
And yet, feigning happiness;
say everything's okay.

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What Is Love

How do I answer, what is love;
it's part hope, part apparition.
But what love truly is kind of
defies any definition.

Have you ever felt so alive
that it was almost too extreme?
And caught up in passion's drive,
have you ever let yourself dream?

Have you ever stolen a kiss
that left you floating on a cloud?
And filled with spontaneous bliss;
have you ever shouted out loud?

Have you ever danced on the air;
or felt warm and gooey inside?
And when jealous eyes gawk and stare,
have you ever strutted with pride?

Have you ever, for once, felt whole;
falling head over heels in love?
And felt such warmth within your soul;
that it rivals heaven above?

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Agony And Ecstasy

Cascading waves wash ashore,
tickling toes, they ebb and flow;
as moonbeams
set a thousand jewels sparkling
upon the shoal.

Smiles summon sweet emotions
as we stroll upon the beach,
hand in hand
under a starry sky;
pausing to build castles in the sand.

And in this state of blissfulness,
two lonely souls unite
for all eternity.

Our hopes and tears
willingly shared;
trust defines the essence of caring.
And yet, love offers us much more;
facilitating fantasies,
while fulfilling dreams.

Agony and ecstasy meld
with each passionate kiss.
And my heart's consumed by fire;
having never felt a love
as intense as this.