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Jan 2015 Adrian3

rjr

We need the tonic of wilderness
the land and sea. Indefinitely wild.
Unsurveyed and unfathomed.
A taste of beautiful cultivated outdoors

I wanted to live deep
and **** the marrow out of life
but we loiter in the winter
while it is already spring

The surface of the Earth
soft and impressable
carving deep
ruts of tradition and conformity

I’d rather go before the mast
on deck of the world.
Mysterious and explorable
amid the moonlight and mountains.

Words taken from Walden by Henry David Thoreau

#nature #simplicity #thoreau #walden

Jan 2015 Adrian3

Varnish

Jan 2015 Adrian3

rjr

Varnish

Lathered in Varnish
and coated in stain
the fades are all gone
without any blame

Thirst quenched with
the deep red wine
and stomach filled
with the taste of rye

I'll go through wear
and tear as I walk this Earth
until the next date
of my soul's rebirth

Because the world is sandpaper
stripping away
and my soul needs varnishing
to cover my shame

deep catechism thoughts

Jan 2015 Adrian3

The Moon

Jan 2015 Adrian3

rjr

The Moon

The clear winter skies leave room
for the bright shine of a full moon

It lights up the road before her eyes
so that she does not have to drive blind

The moon makes up for the lack of street lights
on this abandoned country dirt road

and just like the street lights do on the city alleys at night
gives her the feeling that she is not alone

with the passenger seat empty she’s feeling grim
because she can no longer sit next to him

But she keeps on driving and follows the moon
in hope that she will be home soon

Jan 2015 Adrian3

Glasses

Jan 2015 Adrian3

rjr

Glasses

Stop fogging up my lenses
and stealing all my first impressions

you have lost all validity
and stolen all tranquility

let me see people
without your veil of lies

don't worry,
I can come to my own conclusions

Jan 2015 Adrian3

Where I am From

Jan 2015 Adrian3

Jeni B123

Where I am From

I am from great grandma Jenny and her distinguished rose.

I am from summers at the beach and heavy winter snows.

I am from a bustling home and a yard bursting with imagination.

I am from a family where “head over heals” is no exaggeration.

I am from “Wait, whatʼs your name again?” on my very first bus ride.

I am from a brain full of secrets and “thatʼs classified.”

I am from the six legged octopus of matching Hello Kitty shoes.

I am from hidden forts at Teusinkʼs made of “rare” bamboos.

I am from cannonballs into the green and blue hut tub.

I am from the old Branch Office that sometimes refused to budge.

I am from soft green grass and sapphire blue skies.

I am from the back of a horse as the world flies by.

I am from cartwheels on old wooden balance beams.

I am from backflips and handsprings on trampolines.

I am from stitches, strained muscles, broken fingers and nose.

I am from insane barn sleepovers where only the glow-stick glows.

I am from dancing, biking, and hula-hooping through Wal-Mart.

I am from B-Town and Profession of Faith that really touched my heart

I am from Tulip Time parades and twirling my baton.

I am from so many things, the list goes on and on.

I am from my remarkable family who loves me in every way,

But mostly I am from God, and Heʼs why I am here today.

#friends #memories #family

Jan 2015 Adrian3

White

Jan 2015 Adrian3

Jeni B123

White

White.
The world is white.
It is full of different shades of white.
Is the world white?
Some days I feel as though the world is black, but that may just be the darkest shade of white.
Black.
I know the world has dark days, but that is all they are.
Days.
Twenty-four hours pass and the world transforms into grey.
Grey is a color of the new world that will replace the old.
A dingy, broken place becomes just a little bit brighter.
I know someday this world will be such a light grey, it will once again return to its former glory.
When that day arrives we can only hope the changing world has changed us as well to a new color.
The color of a blank slate.
The color of hope.
White.

#white

Jan 2015 Adrian3

Walking on Ice

Jan 2015 Adrian3

JParker

Walking on Ice

A single step
can be safer than the next
or the last.

The snow covers
a delicate layer of ice.
From a far,
no one would know
what lies beneath.
Just a quiet, white field,
of freshly fallen snow.

I like the way
the ice crackles
right under my boots
just before it breaks.

At that time,
the thrill is harmless.
Merely those small,
spider web cracks.
Intruding in it's
perfect crystal floor.

But as soon as that ice
folds from under me,
I am surrounded by
a world of water
and its heavy.
Dragging me down,
to cold to handle.

Why do I chose
to walk on the ice?

Jan 2015 Adrian3

The Afternoon Nap

Jan 2015 Adrian3

JParker

The Afternoon Nap

A group of us sat behind two pine trees.
The perfect spot where the sun could greet us
but the wind could not.
I took off my sweatshirt and folded in up,
tucking it to the spot where my head would lie,
and I laid down, using it as a pillow.

I folded my hands
and let them gently rest on my stomach.
My faded tie-dye shirt baked
and my eyes squinted until they
stopped resisting the urge to shut.

For a while the conversations swirled
in and out of touch.
Catching pieces of stories
I knew I would forget later.
Every once in a while
I would open my eyes just slightly
and peak at a bright blue sky.

Time passed.
People left and people came.
But there I dozed,
next to the pine trees,
and warmed by a day.
I never wanted to get up.

Jan 2015 Adrian3

Tap

Jan 2015 Adrian3

JParker

Tap

tap*  tap  tap...

say my hands that rhythmically drum the tables surface
goes my foot as I anxiously wait
sounds from my pen as it bumps a blank paper

tap  tap  tap...

are my fingers that dance on black and white keys
to my sister's door late at night
are the chimes of a spoon against a champagne glass

tap  tap  tap...

on the backspace of the keyboard, withholding
nervously on the shoulder, seeking attention
on the chest, pointing to the heart.

tap  tap  tap...

The many meanings of a tap.

#restless #moving