Oh California!
How my heart burns for you,
how beautiful you are!
The greenest trees and the most picturesque beaches.
The soft sands of the desert,
and the rolling slopes of the foothills.
My body, my mind, my spirit, all belong to you, oh Great and Wonderful! California.
Your hills are on fire,
scarring the beauty of your curves.
Your rivers run dry,
suffocating the green into brown.
How my heart cries for you! Oh dry, oh burning, oh how relentless this war against you, oh California! And there is no relief in sight, winter promises no respite, and the summer will be long and tough and dry like the ones before and before and before.
Oh California!
How I tremble, how I shake in awe,
your sun burns a bright orange,
smoke fills your sunsets,
even fire cannot detract from your beauty!
Oh cleansing rains!
Oh cleansing El Niño!
Oh how I beg you to save California!
My California!
My roots go deeper than that of the greatest redwood, California is my home, and not the most fearsome of fires could cause me to leave, not the fiercest and most ruthless of droughts could scare me away!
Oh California!
Let my tears be absorbed by your thirsty soil!
Let my body one day feed your hungry crops!
Oh California! I am yours, to the very last.
God bless California!
God bless the desert and the mountains!
God bless the foothills and the valleys!
God bless the beaches and the forests!
God bless my home and spare it from the relentless.
California is my God, and I hope she hears my prayers!
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
Moon:
“O Sky! How hideous, and dark am I?
With hatred, looks a tiny fly.
O Sky! How evil, and ugly am I?,
Even death is too scared to cry.”
Sun:
“O friend! Don't heed the fly nor death,
They are the waste-lings of the earth.
O friend! Take a part of my breath,
and be renewed, with a new birth.”
Moon:
“O Sun! How can I,
Am I not the ugly one?”
Sun:
“O Love! How can you not,
Am I not the mighty one?”
Moon:
“Thankful, am I to you,
Humble, am I to me.”
Sun:
“O Love! How beautiful you are,
The light, you always scare away,
But night always welcomes you.
But I still for-see, a peaceful way.”
Moon:
“O Sun! Did I not tell you?
I am the ugly one.
Even you ran away from me,
Where do I run?”
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
With every tear you drop,
Its my heart that stops.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
Love, a flame that burns in water,
When the ice melts, it but freezes,
The hottest day departs, but it gets hotter;
Leaving behind a husk, autumn deceases,
But Love descends from the Heavenly Sky,
To wake who died and perish all who ask, "Why?"
What is it if not love?
That is born when two hearts rhyme,
What is it if not love?
That lives between Death and Time.
Ah! And Love never says the petty “good-bye”,
‘Cause it certainly returns, when say I, "Good-bye".
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
*From near the clouds i saw, a host of golden tulips,
Their petals like sunset skies, kissing the sun's lips.*
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
The river is singing under my feet,
As I balance on this broken oak bridge;
Ah! the sins of forbiddance I repeat,
As the wind blows my soul into the ridge.
But what are all these dark notions worth,
If I, my voice is razed, from this earth.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
Sun, when drowns in the sea of love,
The stars come out to say goodbye,
And the moon watches from above,
Remembering his love with a sigh.
Light of Moon as touches the hills,
Iridescent flowers close their eyes,
Glancing, angels come out and swirl,
Harps then play to their loud cries, as
The night subsides and day arrives.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
Infinity is finite to an extent of infinity,
For rises it infinite and falls it infinite;
But Time is the only other immortal born,
That outpaces the pace of infinity, forlorn;
But if Time was born and so was Infinity;
Perhaps, they are finite in their own vicinity.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
Art thou as Heaven, a loveliness undying?
Nay! Thou art more lovely, a flower evergreen,
That blossoms the autumn, when on earth it’s flying,
And adorns the winter in a fashion unseen;
And comes the merry spring, when I envision,
Heaven amidst thee, and amidst heaven thy dance,
Confounds which even Love, like Moon before the Sun;
Tell me, how can I not but melt before thy glance?
For thee my love, immortal, though my heart is not,
For it rusts even now, as thy essence departs;
Even Beauty herself, to me this world hath brought,
But not even she has thy heart, The Heart of Hearts.
Ah! my heart has been seized, I confess,
For it has given thou my place of recess.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC