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Compound eyes
Astonishing spectacles
Clairvoyant views from above
Wings glistening in the light of the sun

Buzzing long bodied mystical stories
Dragon's breath of spiritual eloquence
Releasing the bugs eating away at conscience
Skeletal spine of an egoless monk
whispering harmoniously the simple remedies
of cleansing thought

My snake doctor
Quick witted unmasker
your view 360 degrees
Focusing on the movement
and pesky mosquitos that feast
That leave us scratching our heads

I look on so enviously
at Lady Dragonfly
as she hovers angelically
In an eternal sky

It saddens me that the great one's lives are
always cut too short
but her legend lives on timelessly
Dating way back to Permian    period
Ive 'nunquam magis sentiuntur solus* is Latin for
                                 I've never felt more alone.

I only learned Latin because
For some reason, I think that if I say things in the root of most languages,
I'll find most of the roots to these feelings.
But... Cogitationes strangulatus.
It's funny. Saying "thoughts stifle" in latin, merely sounds like cognitive strangles.
                                Not that it's any different, really.
It just sounds so much more like what I want it to be.
The English language has a hard time
Catching the depth of things
without sounding like it's trying too hard.
I want to be able to say something once, just once,
and be done with it.
To stop ruminating on you and find peace knowing that when I say
Reliquum aliud nihil est dicere
I don't just mean "there's nothing left to say."
I mean that *I've said everything I needed to say.
 Dec 2012 RyanMJenkins
Marian
Nature is everything
From tiny protozoa to the largest whale
Even the simplest insects
Contain elegent complexity
Beauty in even the most ugly beast.

Peaceful, quiet and beautiful is Nature calm,
Like a natural healing balm,
From the largest beast to the smallest fly;
Under Mother Nature’s air so sweet and high!

The mist, the moon, the stars, and the night,
Are Mother Nature’s biggest delight!
The light, the sun, the rays,
And light of the first morning’s day,

Are all a part of beauty;
Nature is a beautiful treasure to see!
Nature is my favorite theme,
The morning is Mother Nature’s greatest scheme!
The leaves are falling from the trees,
And land inside the blue-green seas.

Blue-greeny seas and red firey stars
Dancing fish and snarling wolves
A little red fox trotting across cold snow
A flash of bold crimson in an icy white land
The aurora borealis and corona of the sun
The swirl of galaxies floating unfettered
Crashing into one another and stars dancing between them
Even these touch upon nature
A sort of large scale metaphor for the people of Earth
The whole of Mother Nature,
Her essence, and the ideas around her
Stretching into the greatest star and the smallest seed
The essence of life subtly covers all
Echoing the shapes and spirals
Mountains high and valleys low,
Spiders and creepy crawlies
Soft minxes and gentle pachyderms
A world of life in even the tiniest
Drop of water or crumb of dirt
All this beauty and wonder
Falls in Gaia's realm

A sunrise in the sky,
Birds chirping in the trees so high,
The sun reflecting on the sandy shore;
It also hits the forest floor.

The hot and dry desert with scorching sand,
The long miles of vast-bare land,
Only a few birds chirp in the air;
There’s no water over there!

The mountains of powder white,
Are so pretty even at night,
When owls do roam and birds doth sleep;
In trees on mountains steep.

Cats that are a homeless stray,
Still walk onward even in the cold day,
They sleep outside at night;
No one should make them homeless they have no right!

Mother Nature mourns when she sees cats not treated kind,
Still she walks onward through the wind,
She looks onward crying;
Watching sick animals dying.

Help this earth become a better one,
Until then our work may never be done,
The sun may never fade away;
Or the sky ever become gray,
But help keep Mother Nature from crying;
As she watches sick animals dying.
Written by: Faerie Girl and Marian as a duet of poetesses!!
 Dec 2012 RyanMJenkins
Marian
Why did you have to
Take their lives from all of them?
Sweetly, rest in peace.

*
~Marian~
For the 20 children who were killed.
Tell me, where do I begin?
I guess I'll start by saying that to me you are a 10
Simply divine, I'm blessed that you are mine,
I swear that when I kiss you I feel like I'm on cloud 9.
There's no debate, call it destiny or fate.
You would not believe the amount of butterflies I 8.
My pretty angel, when you smile, heaven sings.
For you, I'll gladly commit, all 7 deadly sins.
I wanna build my life with you, you could take your pick,
Till infinity or beyond? Between five kids or 6?
Around you, I seem to lower my defenses
I take my time and make use of all 5 of my senses.
Everything feels so perfect to me, now more than ever.
Do the math, add me plus you, that equals love 4ever.
You and me, and a baby, a family of 3,
2 parts of a whole, you're the other half of me.
So my dear, to make it clear, you're second place to none
It's plain to see, so obviously, to me, you are the 1.
EXTRA! EXTRA! Read all about it!
We'd like to tell some stories that are sure to leave you haunted.
15 homicides, two rapes and a break-in,
Child gone missing, a suicide, you shaking?
Most everything is bad, not a single hopeful thing.
Now here's a useless story bout a parrot that can sing.
People, don't you realize? That's the media today
A twisting of events that's meant to make you hide away.

**Don't believe the lies,
The time to wake up is right now.
We need to be like oil mixed with water,
Rise above before we drown.
WHAT does the hangman think about
When he goes home at night from work?
When he sits down with his wife and
Children for a cup of coffee and a
Plate of ham and eggs, do they ask
Him if it was a good day's work
And everything went well or do they
Stay off some topics and talk about
The weather, base ball, politics
And the comic strips in the papers
And the movies? Do they look at his
Hands when he reaches for the coffee
Or the ham and eggs? If the little
Ones say, Daddy, play horse, here's
A rope-does he answer like a joke:
I seen enough rope for today?
Or does his face light up like a
Bonfire of joy and does he say:
It's a good and dandy world we live
In. And if a white face moon looks
In through a window where a baby girl
Sleeps and the moon gleams mix with
Baby ears and baby hair-the hangman-
How does he act then? It must be easy
For him. Anything is easy for a hangman,
I guess.
It's been years,
They say time heals all,
you dried your tears,
yet mine still fall.
My mind crawls,
Stops at a standstill.
Finally I realize a broken heart can ****.

I've picked up the phone,
Steadying my hand.
Waiting at the tone,
Doubting if I can,
Call you at your home,
Slowly understand,
The voice on the other side's your man, *******.
Filthy ill thoughts, this feeling slowly killing,
Weak-willed and horrid, hoping that I feel it,
Meek mind and morbid, nothing else matters,
Blood drops drip to rose petal patterns
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