I get my information from the dirt… While running my hands through the fertile earths… My mucus membranes collect the biome beneath.. ancient mycelium filaments feed my primal needs!
Traveler 🧳 Truth There is a fungi that lives just beneath the soil called mycelium, it is known to grow up to 2250 acres. It sustains all the trees in its reach. There is peace and harmony under the dirt!
Right next to the Sane and rhyming description Of the things I keep resisting Is the wailing banshee of doom Seething stealthily into this room
You don’t want a sad face! Ah, but nor do I — Still I sleep and rise alone Still I have tears to cry You are just the way you are There’s naught that I can do Floating here in the morning light Feeling it through and through
And then I think of money And I really start to sob I just seem to get nowhere Although I’m glad to have a job I do good work, cash comes in I turn around and it all goes out again
Everyone knows the drill The Man has pockets to fill Baby needs new shoes Mama has the all-time blues
When is the moment of my Great Escape? Who will pull me from this Hopeless Outrage? Obviously, now, and Obviously, me The clouds glow softly As light kisses the city
Longing! How dreary to the soul! Perpetually wishing for more Of your essence mixed with mine Long intervals filled with pining The minutes meander through my worries Words spill out in a flurry Nothing can contain them Certainly not the fraying Basket of my wisdom
Go to the source Says the voice Back in March She tapped me right on the shoulder And I heard her say in my mind Heal your inner child! This child so confused By not-quite abuse She still lives in me She wants to be free
Stealing a tidbit from Sufjan Stevens and Angelo De Augustine, the part about the great escape and hopeless outrage.
Emotions are like water, they flow and they cleanse
Oh, when I look into your eyes And I see the ocean Of your soul Words fail me And I became senseless and dumb. Oh, you are A siren burning In the warm velvet night As you seem to consume My very soul As all that I am Is absorbed within you Till I forever lose my soul! And I am consumed Within the burning flame Of love For you.
Gold is precious Won by the best He is the happiest Counterfactual is the silver Won after losing to gold The better is lesser happy than The bronze His happiness subdued By the sense of losing Bronze is crazy Inferior to silver His happiness stems From his sense of winning Winning from a weaker one Poor silver's condition is confusing He considers his self A product of losing!
Bronze medalists may feel happier than silver medalists! Silver medalist gets the medal after losing to gold medalist whereas bronze medalist wins his medal defeating his opponent.
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
Bring me back my love Whom god hath torn asunder Bring me back my love I can stand the solitude no longer
Darling come to me Darling please Don’t leave me alone
Wherever you may be Is where my spirit longs to be Talk to me, darling I’m still me I may not be with you On Earth anymore I know we said goodbye in one way That night on that floor But darling I love you Always and true Nothing could take me away from you Daily and nightly I shall persevere Until the right day that you find me here And then we shall continue The work we began For the seventh generation To make its stand All is well here on Earth For just one more day Let us fly off together briefly Like the pair of Monarchs we are
This dropped on me out of nowhere as soon as I stopped to watch a Monarch Butterfly in a big Oak tree. It was almost like she was dictating it to me. As she flew around at the end I got the lines mixed up and then had to edit it a little as she came back into view. When I tried to photograph her she freaking hid behind a leaf hahahaha! Why was I not surprised. She finished telling me the poem and then flitted off with her mate, who I had not noticed before then.
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Dystopia utopia. Which will it be? Stakes are high. Humanity on the brink. World spinning faster. Faster every day. Wound tighter. Every day, wound tighter. Tentacles of technology wrapped around the soul. Head bent to the new god hand made. Worshiping at the alter of silicon. Mind altering control. Weaving through humanities mind folds. Tech worm burrowing deep. Forcing the issue. Eyes wide open. Humanity on the brink.
I don’t want to Open my mouth Because I’m still afraid The truth might come out And if it does If it really breaks free You’ll see what I am You’ll see the true me The one I hide With jokes and lies I’m a terrible person All jokes aside You don’t seem to know it You don’t seem to see Even a glimpse of that person That I know to be me I’m such a good actress I hide it so well Cover it with a laugh And you’ll never tell You see depth in my eyes You see love and emotion But what would you see If I ever did open I can’t bear to find out I can’t bear to show The me you don’t see The me that I know If I let it out If I let it be I know for a fact That you would hate me.
Life with you is not about attaining milestones. It is simply enjoying every moment to the fullest, laughing at the misadventures, grinning at the adventures, smiling at the successes, learning from failures, handling disappointments supporting each other when life is not so smooth and inspiring one another to take the next step.
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
Whether a comma, or colon: Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes
Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test
Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim .
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again
i adore cold weather. But not for the fires, Or the warmth of another person. I find something beautiful about it, And maybe even a bit lonely. It reminds me of bittersweet loss, And finding the strength to move on.