Polite conversation, versation

passive voice of conversare,
literally "to turn round with,"

run along with, become
associated within determined

pleas… many askings
if it please the crown,
with mastering mind's mission

per
usual suspicion, sneaking from
under stood stones been up holding

all we are allowed to learn by law of sin.

For we are in the only atmosphere in ever,
now, where we are acidifiable in base time,

converted using sublimation, suggesting,

sub certain chthonic sense, a shiver,
a quake in fracking joined terranes, uplifted

as the staked plains in Texas,
and the Mogollon Rim, in Arizona, as seen
using augmented eyes, we wise, we see

we have seen farther than any actual doer,
of the process, form and function as a one off,

once through the wringer, then stretched
on real tenter's hooks to dry and bleach,
to sun bright white, crystaline face stretching

feeling joker urge, make a
mind chuckle, think it through to a what if,
in no time at all,
imagine all we know is, was
not made as we may think we might
have, in essence, in us, as we think
we might have the exact same key
fit the exact same lock on instants,

timeless instants we may play

Song of the world ( Lied des Welts )

In the morning light, the sun ascends,
Painting skies with hues that never end.
Mountains rise, their peaks kiss the sky,
And oceans dance, their waves in reply.

Forests whisper secrets to the breeze,
As rivers carve their paths through ancient trees.
Deserts bloom with cacti and wildflowers,
Each petal a testament to Earth's powers.

Oh, Earth, our cradle and our home,
Your landscapes vast, where wonders roam.
From Arctic ice to tropical shores,
Your beauty leaves us forever in awe.

Fields of green stretch out like emerald seas,
Where creatures play and find their destinies.
Canyons yawn, their depths a silent song,
Echoing tales of ages long gone.

The moon waxes and wanes, a celestial dance,
Stars twinkle above, in cosmic romance.
Glaciers carve valleys, their icy art,
And rainbows bridge gaps, stitching heart to heart.

Oh, Earth, our cradle and our home,
Your landscapes vast, where wonders roam.
From Arctic ice to tropical shores,
Your beauty leaves us forever in awe.

Let's protect the forests, the coral reefs,
The fragile ecosystems that bring us peace.
For every creature, every blade of grass,
We'll be stewards of Earth, as long as we last.

Oh, Earth, our cradle and our home,
Your landscapes vast, where wonders roam.
From Arctic ice to tropical shores,
Your beauty leaves us forever in awe.

As day turns to night, and stars ignite,
We'll sing your praises, Earth, with all our might.
For you are our muse, our sacred birth,
Forever entwined in Earth's sweet melody.

those rainy day, gloomy doom moods still hit me,
the adrenaline of chasing a high even if it’s no good still gets me,
I still crave those moments of breaking the barrier and pushing limits,
self sabotage for the fun of it, to be reckless just because we’re here on this planet once,
as far as we know

the Wild in me still has legs that want to run
to feel and taste freedom like I can have whatever I want,
these days she’s just in bed by 8:30 having wild dreams instead

Oh fair mortals, heed my call
For I am the God of the hunt, mighty and tall
In forests deep and meadows green
My presence is felt, my power unseen

With bow in hand and arrows true
I roam the land, my prey in view
The beasts of earth, both great and small
Are subject to my aim, one and all

Oh how I revel in the thrill
Of the chase, with every skill
My keen eyes scan the terrain
For my next target, I shall not refrain

From the mighty stag with antlers wide
To the timid hare, I do not hide
For I am the master of this game
And all creatures within, know my name

But do not think me cruel or cold
For I am also the protector bold
Of balance in nature, I ensure
That life and death remain pure

So heed my call, oh mortal kind
For in me, your strength you'll find
For I am the God of the hunt
And in my realm, all creatures are one.

So when you wander in the wild
Remember me, the God of the hunt, mild
For in every creature, my spirit lives
And in their survival, my power thrives.

I let myself break like the lines of a poem,
because every break is a continuation
of this wild & beautiful journey.

Every break comes with another grand adventure.

Another chance to try again when the sun rises
(there will always be tomorrow).

Every break comes with the promise of more poetry.

Flipping, flickering through the air
   Darting from branch to branch
Caught at times by the slight breeze

Alighting, picking at plants tiny seeds
   But, with one eye always seeking motion
Trees, bushes bound by their deep needs

Bare your weight without a frown
   And as you lift to seek another perch
Those branches hardly ever move

So delicate your grasping wee feet
   Your eyes so bright and shining
I watch silent as you land at my toes

You and I, we know each other well
   Me, I’ve seen you so very many times
Either fathers, mothers, here you dwell

Drop brown bread crumbs for you
   See your toes check, before you peck
So I’m lost gazing, my love for you true

Then away you flit, dart back to tree
   Leaving me behind, somewhat forlorn
However I know it’s better that you’re free