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Silly fishy I love you.
Corey Sep 16
All of these dandelions
it’s hard to find a flower
deceptive, camouflaged,
simply not yet bloomed

In the emerging heat of Spring
I’m waiting for April showers
By the time they finally come
they pour into my wound

In the end
the love was doomed
LIFE IS SHORT
AND WE'RE A LONG TIME DEAD
Whether we are riding a unicorn
Across a rainbow
While the wind blows majestically
Our lustrous eye haloed by seagulls
We may act and act
Like we are tall
And our finger nails have
A big heart of their own
We may play kittens or puppies
And get excited about plastic bones
We may get lost in the grammar constructions and commas of sunset
In and out of our comfort zone
We may want to belong to two life clubs
And finish a movie every seven ten days
Always up for subtitles
Be it old sci fi 30's 40's 50's 60's noir war
We may try with a pair of scissors or a broom
To put death sleeping in socks  and plan ahead endless possibilities of karma
If we're wildly in love with life
And understand that life isn't a pie
That being in life isn't a sport
And that faith on life is a little like a full time job
But that death is like a hook living just around the corner whom we share
With the same post code.
Life is short, life is petite
Life is a ******, a dwarf, a suckling
Life is fast as a snap of our fingers
Life is a bait, a worm
Life is sparks
And we're a long time dead
So let's fish capers and mangoes
In and out the apparences
In and out the distance
While the harvest season is booming
Up there in the blooming volcanoes of sunset.
I'm swimming like a fish.
Inside a blue, deep ocean.
I look around me and there's nobody.
And I don't need no one.
I have me.
whaleshark Sep 4
The two flying fish

tails wiggle   and they  glide through

the air  soaring hovering
THE  FLYING  FISH IS SO AWESOME
Is Lost
In this moment
Petrified

Or maybe
More alive

I know
I'm
Here
Right Now

I write
I am writing

I write
Everything
All that comes
No judgement
No fear
I write

All that comes
To mind

My
Mind

Slow

Breathe

Oooooo
Hooooooo

Inhale
Exhale

Aware of my
Thoughts

Floating
Down a stream
Peacefully

At some places
And rapidly
In others

But I just
Watch

I now
Am
The Fisherman

Now
I wait here
Observing

I am not
Any of those
Floating twigs
I see drifting
I am real

Here I breathe

Breathe!

BREATH

In

Oooooooo

Out

Haaaaaaa

Release
T­ension

With each and
Every

Breathe

I am the fisherman
And here
I wait for my fish
Meditation
....
The Places That Scare Me
....
Pema Chodron
spoon Aug 22
So much depends
Upon

A great blue
Ocean

Blanketing over the
fishes

Shimmering under the
Sun
inspired by william carlos williams’s “the red wheelbarrow”
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