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When I think of day, I think of dew,
When I think of dawn, I think of new,
When I think of sky, I think of blue,
When I think of love, I think of you!
It
Has
Been
12:24
For
Ten
Mins

I
Am
Asleep
Now
I
Am
Alone
Now
I
Am
Alone
Now
I
Am
Without
You
Now
Waning Sunshine,
Flightless Birds,
Autumn Speaks,
Arbitrary Words.

On The Horizon,
Not Too Far,
From The Fire,
Comes A Star.

Daytime, Nighttime,
What Lies In Between,
A Flaming Skyline,
Borne From Green.
I can't wait for Autumn
I'd like to tell you a story
It begins in 1492
When dear old Christopher Columbus
Sailed the ocean blue

He landed on what he thought
To be the country of India
He stumbled upon a group of people
Who appeared to be indigenous

Because these native people
Happened to be where he thought he was
He called them all "Indians"
&& somehow that name stuck

They welcomed his group with open arms
Even offered them their feast
Unaware that deep inside
They were but wolves, dressed as sheep

Columbus && his crew
Soon ravaged the land
They took what they saw
Then they took full command

Of the people they found
On the land where they landed
They felt they should rule
So they stepped in, heavy handed

They murdered the people
Who had taken them in
Set fire to their villages
While the victims watched with their kin

Flash forward to the future
It's now 2016
It's been over 500 years
Since the overtaking by the regime

Future settlers decided
To let the survivors live on
They designated them small areas
Of what had not yet been robbed

These Native Americans,
Generally keep to themselves
They get by living off their land
But now they need your help

The Sioux of Standing Rock
Are being horribly mistreated
The state of North Dakota
Is poisoning them without reason

A pipeline has been built
That runs through this Native territory
When Bismarck residents didn't want it
It was rerouted, how discriminatory

People from all over the country
Are seeming to agree
They are making the commute
To protest peacefully

In defense of an oppressed people
Who only want to live
But the government is stepping in
Even blowing off some limbs

"Let them die, they're not like us"
the message the administration is sending
It seems that after all this time
The battle is never-ending

What exactly does it take
For people to see eye-to-eye?
In the end we're all just human  
We kiss, we laugh, we cry

So if you have a heart at all
If you know that this is wrong
Please join the Sioux in their mission
By coming together, we can be strong
You don't have to be out there protesting to help. You can still make a difference by making a monetary donation to help build with Standing Rock. You can read more about it on the go fund me page listed here. Every bit helps.
https://www.gofundme.com/EarthLodgesAtStandingRock
Gullies glide gracefully over skeletal planes
Oblique sunshine withers in the gray
Obsolete, it warms no living creature
Dormant seeds lie hidden beneath gravel,
Buried beneath a sea of smothered
Yearning--awaiting rainfall which looms an
Eternity away
"Love was a country we couldn't defend." -Gregory Alan Isakov
I Will Still Think Of You,
When Light Fades From Day,
I Will Still Think Of You,
When "I Love You"s Drift Away,
I Will Still Think Of You,
When Time Is Stale And Tasteless,
I Will Still Think Of You,
When My Body Is Gone And Graceless
Lavender paints the heavens, lingering
Over an elegant array of cerulean, silk
Gossamers. Rays of sunlight dangling
Among the fringes of distorted clouds,
Nestled within the gleam of your eye.
Soft summer breeze caressing my skin;
A tune you hum fastened in my ear.
Lavish hues seep from your open lips--
Never gray. The foliage beneath you is
Evergreen. Autumn only a memory,
Raw yet fictional.
But my love, the colors are alive in you.

I did not do my all capitals in this one because I did not want to distract from his importance. <3
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electrifying finger tips
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an iris in a black hole
a smile that rips together a soul
the dilapidated frames of a broken home
scream for your sunlight
which stuns lightning bolts
and silences thunder claps
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