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Riel Adriane Jun 2016
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.
AM Feb 2016
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
Leal Knowone Feb 2016
paint a vivid picture from the ashes of ancestry, so we can view the memories of forgotten dreams
Jellyfish Jan 2016
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.
On days like this, I watch them here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIvfl5ox22U&feature;=youtu.be
Addie D Jan 2016
I had a vivid dream
about a shallow stream;
I found myself sitting on the bank,
holding on to myself as a crank.
I’m not ready to stray
But I don’t want to pray.

I need to build a church of my own;
Nothing better than to stay at home
Demons and sinners dive into
this nightmare of mine and dine
on my faith and safety;
Haunted and hunted, I hear the Banshee.

The scene is dimmed already;
Though, my church is not ready.
I try to stay down to the stream
but I got burned by the steam.
My stream is gone,
The dream has been undrawn.
Nocturnal images explode
and implode as a fixated
date to date
prevalent
survey
of
my
adopted
deep slumber
The conscious

incongruent
purgatory
of a limbo
realm
calling
, lucrative,
The Subtle and The Sublime end
The everchanging Translucent
Glass, Chalice Filled
With Water
A Non
Firey
Borghes
Steppen             steps
Upon vibrant villa's grass
Soulful children let out
Finally—To play
In the Garden

For Grey-green eyes
Young maiden gathers
Pens and pencils to
Leave traces in Time
To draw a route where Thou
Travel
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic love
Unfolding into itself, inviolable
in prosaic self-*******,
a boundless repertoire
of shape yearns forth surreptitiously
from inscrutable amniotes to claim
time as its own:

  Here a thicket
  of sycamores, there a baldaquin
    of pinnate branches, yonder
      a periphery of marigolds, below
        a cacophony of hyraxes, above
    the corpuscle of a lynx, the mid-flight
   jink of a darting swift and moribund
  crawl of a mollusk;

     Hymenoptera coaxing
     their haploid broods into teeming
     life as a cell of the swarm
         and viviparous apes cajoling
         suckling chimerae at the fathomless
         fountainhead of a rosy breast;

       Higher still,
       Cirrus cephalopods traversing
       the trench of sky, dandelions
       hitch-hiking the drift of a barren plains'
       wavering hum on cockchafers'
       forewings and a turbine's
       bombinating pulse, the chattering
       of roots ravenous for depth --

Jittering bangtails the hallowed echoes
of lascivious manes --

   inchoate sprout-hood the daedal
   nonage of towering evergreens --

      the plaintive shrift of elegiac
      redbreasts a goad to silent elation --

A likeness unlike
     (vocabularies of vertiginous blinds)
          (the eyes of ignorance closing)
             (the mouth of the mystery)
                that spurns the truth of tongues

                     is nature naturing.
A somewhat uncharacteristic display of vocabulary. Rather than ostentation, my intent here was to convey the scope of nature in vivid but elusive prose.

Proteus, ever changing to remain fundamentally himself, perfectly embodies nature's unity-in-multiplicity. He evinces a dynamic view of nature espoused by Goethe, and in authentic Platonic thinking. Essentially, the entire web of life is a single organism, and each discrete life but a cell therein.

"Nature naturing" (*natura naturata*) is commonly known as "Spinoza's God".
MOTV Nov 2015
In space
The color is there
Wait
A pull
Push
From the ground
*******
Leading us
All the way down
It is vast, the masses falling in
Still laughing
What is repentance?
What is our lesson
Vivid screams
Men and women fly
To the endless sea
Blood rain
Blood sea
Blood see,
Cannot run guns breath
Hunting
The vortex
Consuming
Notorious for being a burning pit
I lost it
In madness
You odd ****
I lost it
In madness
You Odd ****
The Ship burned crashed on the peer
How Oh How are we still here
The dark seer hears
Lost
In madness in Madness
https://soundcloud.com/michaeljolivas/vvv
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