Pale green blossoms rise up out of the rich moist dirt, reaching for sunlight

Rivers rage from melting icecapes, racing towards defrosting lakes below

Humming and chirping fills through warming air, nature has music again

Fawns and foals on their new wobbly legs, nibble grasses that have grown green and crisp

Me with my camera, capture life at its peak, the becoming of spring life's began

Choking in you clothes,
Tight; pretty as a tiger rose.
Wild claws, sharp point needle feet
Slightly reddened, in light of
Blood dead moon; resting on a
Salt grain littered sky
Hurry up n' drink the glass throne pond
Squander its delusion sup
Quickly now fresh prey is nearing
From unnatural light clearing
From the songs of the throng.

Your claws deep in;
Drawing his tin blood
All the wealth, of
Disease potential
Your groans of
Victory.
At the peak of flesh;
Lust referential.

Night; pretty in absence Of days clothes.
Glares darkness through home
Windows.
You prey is consumed withered
And fallen, twisted to a whim.
From snake to worm, birth
Blood stolen from him.
your Tiger rose left him
Sleeping in weakness.
Now hunger freed
Back to the daylight
Life you lead.

Look out here
It comes
Sum of someone's sums
Perverse calculation
Trigonometry as sensation
Graphic illustration
Of a pre-ordained mathematic
Desire
Intersexual intellectual
Pythagorean triangle of lust Figures
Add and attract
Add and subtract
Add and subtract
This physical abstract
To form the total goal
To fit the math of a
Human hole

Admiring the vibrant landscape
As the sweet earthy scent drowns my senses
Observing tree leaves flirtatiously dancing with the wind,
The flowers parading their colors to the sun, And the vivid green grass continued to spread

-EC

Take me where the evenings of ours were once vivid,
Where our conversations weren't as cold as the frost;
To the world we once livin',
And the sea we once got lost.

Lately i've been doing it
a little too much, too often—
somehow every second
that passes seem vivid

I swim back to our time,
deep thinking about you;
what could've happened
or what should've been

I told you once
that I'd erase every pain
I've caused you if I could
and I meant it

even up until now
I keep looking back to the past
until my present hates me
cause I just want to live the now
with you

paint a vivid picture from the ashes of ancestry, so we can view the memories of forgotten dreams

My home is not where I live
it's inside somewhere vivid
where I truly feel like myself
and I miss it every single day.
The place where Jellyfish play
they're not just afloat, they sway
and for some unknown reason
they make me feel beautifully happy.
**I miss them.