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And of course,
As is that it is a continuous, connected course;
The rivers know.
Poseidon as the past,
Zeus as the present,
Hades as the future.

Poseidon; waves & droplets
Which add to an ocean,
Building upon itself.
Whose ripples are still felt
Long after they have dispelled.

Zeus; points & variables
Which alter in expression,
Evolving aspects of itself.
Instances which fluctuate by iteration,
Iterative flux influenced by environment.

Hades; potentiality & movement
Which allows growth & crystallization,
Like sap turning to amber.
As gaseous vents from which our planet's core nurtures;
Plates shifting establishing new lands & new oceans.

All of the same family;
Kronos & Gaia
You stand not on the shoulders of giants,
But provide for them footing.
Surface that ЁЭШР walk upon;
I can tread & can stomp
If I am not also lifted up.

Gaze upon clouds
And remember Poseidon.
Gaze upon stars
And remember Zeus.
Gaze upon magma
And remember Hades.
Don't get it twisted. You either look out for the next generation, placing in them the same power & respect which you possess, or you are overthrown.
Poetry is still
written between the lines,
like a language without a map.
We are the only ones
who have not read it.

That poem is that smile
that flows through the
eastern mountains hidden
in the snow with the pouring rain,
without touching the rocks.

That smile is
never indecipherable,
but it carries the
rhythm of time,
the music of society,
the scent of forgotten paths
and the sweet language
of women.

The riots are still not less
Even though the
old letters
have faded
Only some songs
we don't know
we don't know
A forest that grows on pain,
A scar on every leaf.
Yet,
A day that does not wait for death,
Silence says that tomorrow will come.
heidi 4d
I take the sidewalk
and my feet are uneven.
I'll take the dirt path.
i don't get why we even have sidewalks, it is better for your feet to be upon the Earth, it supports the shape of your foot.
рджреЗрд╡ рднреЗрдЯрд▓рд╛ рддрд░ рд╡рд┐рдЪрд╛рд░реЗрди рддреНрдпрд╛рд▓рд╛ тАУ
рддреВ рд╣реА рд╕реГрд╖реНрдЯреА рдмрдирд╡рд▓реАрдЪ рдХрд╢рд╛рд▓рд╛?
рдХрд╛ рдмрдирд╡рд▓рд╛рд╕ рддреВ рд╣рд╛ рд╕реВрд░реНрдп,
рдЖрдгрд┐ рдХрд╛ рдмрдирд╡рд▓реАрд╕ рд╣реА рдЧреНрд░рд╣рдорд╛рд▓рд╛?

рдХрд╛ рдкрд╛рдгреА рддреВ рдирд┐рд│рдВрдЪ рдмрдирд╡рд▓рдВрд╕,
рдХрд╛ рдЪрдВрджреНрд░рд╛рд▓рд╛ рдареЗрд╡рд▓рд╛рд╕ рдкрд╛рдВрдврд░рд╛?
рдЖрдгрд┐ рдХрд╛ рдЖрд╣реЗрдд рд╣рд┐рд░рд╡реА рдЭрд╛рдбрдВ,
рдЕрдиреН рдХрд╛ рдХреЗрд╢рд░реА рднрдВрдбрд╛рд░рд╛?

рдХрд╛ рдкреГрдереНрд╡реА рд╕рд░реНрд╡рд╛рдд рд╡реЗрдЧрд│реА?
рдХрд╛ рдлрдХреНрдд рдорд╛рдирд╡рдЪ рд╣реБрд╢рд╛рд░?
рдХрд╛ рдорд╛рдирд╡ рдПрд╡рдврд╛ рдХреНрд░реВрд░,
рдЖрдгрд┐ рдХрд╛ рдкреНрд░рд╛рдгреА рд▓рд╛рдЪрд╛рд░?

рдХрд╛ рдордиреБрд╖реНрдпрд╛рдиреЗ рдХреЗрд▓реА рдкреНрд░рдЧрддреА?
рдХрд╛ рдмрджрд▓рд▓реА рд╣реА рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рд╕рд╛рд░реА?
рд╕реНрд╡рддрдГрд▓рд╛ рд╕рдВрдкрд╡рдгреНрдпрд╛рдЪреА рдХрд░рдд рдЖрд╣реЗ рдХрд╛
рд╕реНрд╡рддрдГрдЪ рдордиреБрд╖реНрдп рддрдпрд╛рд░реА...?
рд╣реА рдХрд╡рд┐рддрд╛ резреж рдПрдкреНрд░рд┐рд▓ реирежреиреж рд░реЛрдЬреА рд▓рд┐рд╣рд┐рд▓реЗрд▓реА рдЖрд╣реЗ
Let them drink this blood
from the river of your body.

This river is endless,
it's only you who is scared of drowning.

Let them **** the thirst,
don't you know how it feels to be thirsty?

Let them take what it's theirs,
don't be too ****** selfish.
I'm just a bit peckish
and ready for a skirmish,
said the early bird
who was feeling wormish!
Oftentimes, when the humidity
Suffocates, a thick, wet shroud,
And the heat presses, an invisible oven,
I yearn to melt into the grotto's cool,
Or sink my feet knee-deep within the creek,
Where I might skip slick shale,
Track darting crawfish,
And unearth forgotten whispers of the water,
As my body drinks the cool, hydrating peace..
I'm craving going to the creek near my house, think I'm gonna do that this weekend. The pupper would love it too!
Tell me your deepest secret
And please, don't think to lie
For secrets are of monsters
And they never die inside

While you're at it, tell me a promise
Because they will come and go
But while you lay at that final death bed
You won't be struck with woe

And open up about your problems
So that I can know your roots
Each memory in-between
Is what can make your tree grow fruits

I'd like to know your favorite song
Because then the birds can sing
And when we're walking down the road
We can dance and we can swing

With each passing second
I'd like to listen to your laugh
Because I can feel your presence in the breeze
And I already want you back

When I watch the flowers bloom
I'm reminded of your life
And how you always said you were of nature
And that you'd come here with your wife

So when the sun comes down
As it does each passing day
You'll tell me it's okay to cry
Because you're with me every step of the way
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