The woods entangle

me, I want out, I don't want --


to have to sleep here.

from all the scars and the wounds
the bruises and the cuts
a garden will arise
full of all the flowers i ever loved
and all the bugs i avoided

from the blood and the water
crystalline rivers will form into mater
which will create a new sun
not too hot but just enough

from all of the meat and the skin
new mountains will rise in the sky
over rain clouds the birds will fly
with water that's always clean

from my heart and soul
a forest will come as a surprise
and from my mind alone
a bunch of ants will arise

angels dance in the inferno
of creativity
untouched by it's heat
just illuminated in flame
while I stumble through
a forest
with trees I couldn't bring
to life on a page
but Blake in his divine
madness
saw angels in the branches

i sat in the forest --
picking up leaves
and ripping them
in different ways,
different shapes
because everyone is different.

and they all break differently.

i picked a once green leaf
that was staring to brown
on the edges.

i ripped it
and it didn't break
slowly
like the others.

it just fell apart
in my hands.

but it made me look up at the
sunbeams
slipping between
the tall forest trees.

realising,
not everyone breaks slowly.

some people crumble and fall apart
all at once.

and that's okay.

One misty, moisty morning,
   When sun was not shining..

Deep in the forest,
  When sky was though greyish..

Wandered lonely in the cloudy,
   With the breeze and dews;
        on meadows

Walking in the shadows,
Deep in the forest
With side by side of river,
   Flowing like water..

With the flowing sounds of river,
   Refreshing smell so soothing..
That makes my soul so relaxing.

With the vibes that make so peaceful,
That filled my soul with grateful,
    That chilled me like a graceful,
Made me feel like in heaven..

That misty moisty morning,
  When walking deep in the forest..
     And listening to the birds;
        that sing so melodious..

All that made me rejoicing,
That Mighty God is amazing,
Who created nature so relaxing..

You arrived in my life like a summer’s rain,
Unexpected, unearned, but exactly what I needed.
A downpour filling the empty riverbeds of me,
Healing the cracked earth where love once tried to grow.
There I stood, arms wide open, letting you soak into my skin.
A feeling of unending, everlasting, love.

But the thing about rain,
It never asks where it is needed, it just falls.
I thought love was something to keep,
Something to hold in cupped hands…

I didn’t know it could be a season,
A passing storm that never stays.
Yet I thought, maybe,
Just maybe,
It was me.

The way my trees blew in the winds,
The way my roots stretched too far.
Were these the reasons that sent you drifting?
For your rain to fall on another land…

The thought of you still pains me,
The rain that once was still remains deep within the wells of me.
But as years pass on,
I still stand.
Greener than before,
Grateful for what once was,
Hopeful for another rain to fall

A FOREST encircles us,
'Round our merry abode
Just beyond the river
Where falls the Autumn leaves

Spirits sow and fret
About in the treeline yonder
They laugh and dance;
And snicker at our petty little abode

Every evening of this Autumn
Has been their grandest theatre
The woman with running mascara
And eyes damasked in red

The husband raises his voice,
Like the church's choir bells
He knows not what he wroughts
And only the Forest may ever know

Sitting in my living room,
I want to go home.
Home, to where I belong.
To the oaks that give me shelter,
To the pines that know me well.

I can write this poem in minutes,
Share it with my close ones,
Pour my pain onto the page.
But I can’t be home right now.

Embracing sunlit valleys,
Walking on moss in enchanted forests,
Talking to the land that knows.
The simple life that costs so much.

I taught myself
A language of soul
And it feels so natural
To build upon its words.

Condensed and simplified,
I let it flow
Like forest's airy whisper,
like nature's warm embrace.

Come, speak with me
And be surprised
At your own soul's might.