A land only nature has touched A lion to its prey, clutched Before that though The Lion crept up real slow Crouched down real low He puts on a good show Creeping and crawling Absolutely stalking His ***** orange coloring Unseen by a prey so alluring His big tufted paws are like a quiet breeze Unheard by a prey totally at ease His eyes focus, like a morning lotus Finding the sun with such slowness Silently stalking towards prey, not yet ferocious A gleaming meaty meal ready to devour Just another moment and little prey will cower First a pounce with claws drawn out Then a bit and a shake, making the prey shout Now a *****! Chewing prey up before its deceased Drug across the land only nature has touched A lion has won it’s hunt, quiet now, be hushed Can you hear nature sing, the way she does With violence and beauty no matter if lion or cheetahs Now humans are different! Or is it really so? The desire the same as a beasts hunt, reaping what we sow A need to ***** and overpower A craving to devour
It sure is such a rarity To have any kind of clarity In this pall we’re cover with - no verity Grey is not lit with any prosperity Only shroud covered lands all in a form of familiarity Knowing what is covered, but cannot see it’s true identity Shadows cast through the day of skies so cloudy A wet mist reminds - there is no remedy Sunshine does not peek or wink through an atmosphere so gloomy Dark grey grows over the land walked by one in singularity Unfortunately, having clarity is such a rarity, a sad insincerity..
When the day is gloomy, depressed, and/or down feeling. When you feel that the world about you is so far away from any of your senses....
A walk on the beach, calm and content A slow stride with intent Directions are clearly written For the water tempts with graceful position "Come to me, and take a swim I will shelter you, please come on in Little green speckled walker I, the Ocean, call you son and daughter." With a joyous pitter And an excited patter Water to toes, Then feet, legs, and tummy, all the way to little turtle’s nose. Protection and freedom within the ocean A soft sweet lullaby motion
Addicted, I joke of my obsession Obsessed? I laugh at it’s truth Live life, move on, go on It will come around, I know One day this building will fall on top of me Crumbling me under the rocks But I am addicted to whats inside I cannot let it go The smell, the taste, the feel Most of all.. The adrenaline. It hits and holds, like a drug better than any other No need for pills or syringes. No smoke or bowl to pack Just a mental addiction for physical pleasure I cannot stop, I cannot stop, I cannot let go