i love being in a pitch-black room the void, the lack thereof cannot see my fingers or the things i could never love it's the peace i crave, my hidden cave no one to tend to no one to pretend to i love being in a pitch-black room no peeking, just sleeping dreaming of things anew unfolding the possibilities, new brew
the jagged cave summons me with its stark shadow. crystals bearing sharp knives greet me at the entrance. my hands stay at my sides, but I keep an eye on the knives. as the cave envelops me, the crystals harness sunlight. their guidance sees me through, and the cave is now behind me.
Escapril Day 24! Prompt: crystals. I am learning that nature is one of my main sources of inspiration. What are you inspired by when you write?
I see out a cave of wonders, A wishing pain wanting away. No matter the fool loved on stage, He will suffer to earn a day. What lost of the past a talent, Forced a man a monkey to dance. Seeking simple a life to live, For children of his own to prance. O’, can a God raise a lost soul, To come again a life to find? Must we let one to suffer so, Depressed and alone of his time? For when can we come out the cave, Wished and wanted a soul to save?
I take comfort from the greasy food on my plate hunter gatherer instincts sated, my eyes search for campfire flickering flames and settle on the fish tank I am zoned replete in the cavern of my own space my day over I wait for the miracle of sunrise
I love our time together virtal mode.. Amame jaanam. I love your diamond keys. You love my golden ark I love your typing index, Your lovez written ink. I treasure your voice. In cave and treasure voult. No other voice matters. Your ink in poem cherished is. You aren't free busy bee nor power of attorney can be. You must grow trust to be ever wiser and true to thee and then me. ~~~~~ Karijinbba Revised 8-3-21
A friend: passion, deep as the soul, drinks, blanket, and a cave to chat about escaping the world. Quite you are they say But not as what I see when I watch your face Cause I felt, saw the storms/fires over and over But no one heed even your warnings I saw your own beauty that you didn’t even notice Your soul is a cosmos’s of mystery A wind mixed with fire Cause you are a precious and rare No one will gets you Nor take your place in existence and your absence Cause you made everyone fall To make a call from dawn to dusk nor just to meet you for a few seconds at the hall Can we take every road ? To escape the world like we talked before When we went to see the cave and let our soul to talk before we fall.
This is a Prelude to the canyon out on a vast plane. Within a desert of sorts crying for the rain. Bursting explosions from the thought plateau. Brought us drops of pain and the hate that you know.
This is a Prelude to the canyon in which we live. Oh that vast plane gave all she had to give. Eyes wide to the sky where the horizons they bend. Out on the perimeter we could never find the end.
This is a Prelude to the canyon all we are is thought. Now we're in for nasty weather you like it or not. Screaming through the cosmic sea at dawn I see the Horizon it seems so long, so long gone.
This is a Prelude to the canyon it's all we know. The desert rains are coming, coming on so slow. Hazy mornings were the thinking thoughts advanced. That's where fate extends to us her Olive Branch.
This is a Prelude to the canyon shall we take the leap? From that vast expanse to the crevasse deep. Down where the fires glow in the caves we live. Where the shadows dance on the Walls Within.
This is the Canyonlands where we've chose to hide. Full of beaten paths down to the Riverside. Where the waters drain from the plains plateau. And the flames of the fire inside us grow where the flames of the fire inside us grow....
This is the Canyon lands Can you feel it man? Dawn's early promise to lend you her hand. Awake from the cave from the rubble you climb. Down the lonely path to the river of time.
This is the Canyon lands far from the thought Plateau. Deep down in that crevasse where the warming fires glow. Where the canyon walls climb to the cheeks of the sky. The sun she peaks in from time to time.
This is the canyon land Where the River she winds. Cut down deep by her flowing design. Through the valley she runs away from the caves. On a long from our shelter to a place that we crave.
This is the Canyon Land but all we want is more. To travel the river of time set sail from our Shores. Slide along the river to where the canyon meets the sea. Float on from that crevasse to Eternity.
This is the canyon land from where we took the plunge. In to her cooling hands flowing toward the sun. To divide and conquer explore the high seas. Gain, grab, and get more than we can dream.
This Is The Place To Where the River Flows and the canyon meets the sea. Plastered form our being until eternity. Something Beyond this miserable cage that we live in. and the sky opens up to give all she has to give Where the sky opens up to give all she has to give.