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On a bright and sunny day On the 18th of May An earthquake resulted in a landslide That unleashed a massive force brewing inside The eruption removed the upper 1,300 feet The magma chamber burst- rock & gas blown at supersonic speed Within 8 miles, all was instantly wrecked With a shockwave so big, what could one expect? As the north slope collapsed down All life forms began to drown Every tree in sight swept away 19 miles outward; a ruinous ashtray Silence breaks as ash falls like snow The once mature landscape now just an embryo What had become a lifeless terrain, Now shows us what 35 years can attain. After the volcanic cataclysm Biological legacies determine the pace of new ecosystems The following colonizers proceed: Lupines, pearly everlasting, alder shrubs, and fireweed. The coniferous forest was replaced The deciduous Alder trees won the race The new forest attracts grasshoppers, birds, and ants Larks, gophers, sparrows and deer mice take a chance Out of 256 species alive prior to the eruption, 86 are now in production 20% of the surface is covered with grass and legumes Struggling young trees that endeavor to bloom Ecological gaps begin to fill Strong ecosystems form, production is uphill. Elk arrives to munch on grass and bark The thick forests attract birds, like larks. Fallen logs create nutrients and feed biofilm to the lake Floating ecosystems now have plenty resources to take Elevation affects the rate of recovery reports. The higher the colder, which means the growing season is short. The loss of trees means more room for sun As the lake warms up, there’s increased production More insects and bigger fish, like rainbow trout Salamanders are scarce now, not many about. Lupines deserve their own stanza, those purple legumes. They help make a pumice landscape suitable for others to bloom. Lupines create essential nutrients the pumice is low on Other plants are thankful for the rare space to grow on. All this information hopefully to inspire, Life pulls through in situations most dire. Mount Saint Helens’ destructive wake is seen clearly today, The eruption that obliterated had also paved a way.
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May 18, 2022
May 18, 2022 at 11:31 AM UTC
Re-vegetation of Mt. St. Helens
On a bright and sunny day On the 18th of May An earthquake resulted in a landslide That unleashed a massive force brewing inside The eruption removed the upper 1,300 feet The magma chamber burst- rock & gas blown at supersonic speed Within 8 miles, all was instantly wrecked With a shockwave so big, what could one expect? As the north slope collapsed down All life forms began to drown Every tree in sight swept away 19 miles outward; a ruinous ashtray Silence breaks as ash falls like snow The once mature landscape now just an embryo What had become a lifeless terrain, Now shows us what 35 years can attain. After the volcanic cataclysm Biological legacies determine the pace of new ecosystems The following colonizers proceed: Lupines, pearly everlasting, alder shrubs, and fireweed. The coniferous forest was replaced The deciduous Alder trees won the race The new forest attracts grasshoppers, birds, and ants Larks, gophers, sparrows and deer mice take a chance Out of 256 species alive prior to the eruption, 86 are now in production 20% of the surface is covered with grass and legumes Struggling young trees that endeavor to bloom Ecological gaps begin to fill Strong ecosystems form, production is uphill. Elk arrives to munch on grass and bark The thick forests attract birds, like larks. Fallen logs create nutrients and feed biofilm to the lake Floating ecosystems now have plenty resources to take Elevation affects the rate of recovery reports. The higher the colder, which means the growing season is short. The loss of trees means more room for sun As the lake warms up, there’s increased production More insects and bigger fish, like rainbow trout Salamanders are scarce now, not many about. Lupines deserve their own stanza, those purple legumes. They help make a pumice landscape suitable for others to bloom. Lupines create essential nutrients the pumice is low on Other plants are thankful for the rare space to grow on. All this information hopefully to inspire, Life pulls through in situations most dire. Mount Saint Helens’ destructive wake is seen clearly today, The eruption that obliterated had also paved a way.
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you've never been more beautiful than when i don't know you yet all that hidden skin ignites my raw furnace every drop of light that kisses your body is an invitation to rise like the sun and shower you in blazing desire every orbit of your celestial body beckons my flames to lick and lash as we spin through each other's gravity coming so close you threaten my core with eruption as you pass by lightning- tipped ******* at twelve o'clock on top of orchid petaled hips perfuming my garden of thirst i want to do to you what the bee does to the lily
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Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 8:55 AM UTC
a drizzle of honey
The mind at play is a rocking boat: It goes along the flow of our thoughts Between destination and arrival ports. And on the boat we learn of causality. The mind at rest is a quiet pond: Its surface mirrors the world As the edges are all withdrawn. And in the lake we learn of unity. The mind in a rush is a storm: Waves collides in a frenetic waltz Where one sees hills in eruption. And in the storm we learn of identity. ...if we could get the vessel across; ...if we could face our own shape; ...if we could settle on the hilltops; What more would be left for us to behold?
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Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
Pondering #2 — It Goes Without Sailing (2019)
The tongue wags with sudden impulse swearing on myself what I’d never utter to another a volcano of failure erupts like a reflex gushing in a tide of crimson anger making me wonder if my mind is master or merely a servant of fleeting feelings. I embarrass myself and subject those in earshot to these small virile tsunamis of garbage molesting and spoiling peaceful moments while they silently love me and cherish the molecules of purity they see and summon in me. It will take a higher power to stem this tide for my own devices have pitifully failed. I call out to the heavens mount me on eagles’ wings bear me on the breath of dawn change my mind and pinch my tongue between your finger and thumb.
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
Cursing
Would you please tell me when your heart is trembling , ready to erupt in a volcano of emotions so instead of fleeing for my life I can stay and try to mend the damage ?
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 5:13 AM UTC
Just tell me when
a midnight let fly a lubricious crow that Vesuvius threw off her mind and made out this harmony and a throng we once said was so wild where we met in night of ash
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
night of ash
This artistic and ancient civilisation settled on these fertile slopes a millennia ago, in peace with the land they live in complete harmony for they are not a war-faring race. They plant crops and grow grapes on the lower slopes of the huge towering volcano, everyone ignores the billowing clouds of steam issuing forth, they know they’re safe just as their parents knew. At midday the earth rocks and then the volcano explodes, sleeping mountain awakes with a massive roar. Fire and rocks fly forth in all directions and lava flows down the steep slopes. Villagers run away scared but many are caught in the fall of hot ash and rock, as the burning lava destroys their crops and town they know the end is near. Falling ash covers everything and everyone so that they’ll be hidden for three thousand years, entombed to their end.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
VOLCANO
i watched the smoke loom into the sky. you and i, we don't pay it any mind. the blood is rushing to my face— vesuvius who? a.d. sixty-two: an earthquake shook the ground. that was seventeen years ago, and we are twenty now. four days ago the shakes started again but i don't mind the sound. i close my eyes and i am gone the room is full of heat volcanic ash and tephra and gas— forever, we're asleep.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
a.d. 79
Man, the mountain tamer. Explains to the erupted how their cores can be corrupted. Disaster avoided he can rejoice, until he hears another voice. Afraid of how their emotional erosion may cause the Earth's explosion. Lost, not just their home, but themselves. Man, the mountain tamer. Sweetly shouts serenades to the mounds who seek aid. Blissfully bringing back the molten from back before they knew when. Lava they've learned to live through now erupting from within you. The heart's fatal eruption will be their world's destruction.
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
Man, The Mountain Tamer
The Artisan tongue and Linguistic, Likes of the melted cheese upon the mouth, And the gift of tamoto soup in winter tundra. Those are the gift that I seek upon, As an indentured servant looking upon the wonders of aurora boreal, Or a spiritless soul seeking to quench the inner fiber meld with ether. Dream seeker with nothing to stand, A adventurer without a quest, Or the rebel without a cause. Those days are but a distant past, Forgotten murmur of mythic dreams, As radiance dawn from each breath. Come upon the golden kingdom, And seek prize upon the window of glory, While never stand in comfort of being normalized. The suburban curse of procrastination, The comfort of daydream, The arrogant silence of enact. The desire to seek greatness entwined with destiny, Perpetual confidence grasp the very breath of existence, And one would crawl out from nothing. I breathe to be something, And seek everything, To avoid being nothing. For seekers desire, And desire seek every essence of breath another day to be all things.
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
Seek Desire as Desire to Seek Breath
When things are stacking up My mind is packing up And I've had enough Of a world that seems to hate me Of a world where theres no one left to save me The new one The lost one The young one All of them in my head I wish I were dead For causing this turmoil Which I dread Bury me in the soil Before my anger is fed By a lost tease A new crush And a young love Who knows where it'll lead Now hush And fly away my dove It bulds up to pull me down Until I'm underground Until I cant hear the sound Of three sweet voices in which I've drowned In love with the lost Lost with the young And a young friendship with the new A voice of reason is trapped behind a door Because where you have one voice I have six more Reason Is not what they speak Treason Is all that they reap I've come to a new assumption Drowning in an emotional eruption
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
The Schizophrenic Diaries IX (Eruption)
I wonder if you could tell me What you saw in my eyes on day one The day we met had a warm summer breeze But what did you see under our setting sun? I ponder until my sky has darkened What you heard that you didn’t want to let go of The night we sat in Aya with our eyes widened But what did you hear through the music of love? I squander my imagination out of reach What you could’ve felt on our last embrace Over the clouds, mourning mountains and seas But what did you feel about the memories we couldn’t erase? I surrender my thoughts and dream from yesteryear What stopped us from erupting every single day? Through our implosions, we’ve turned igneous and seared But what good are we if we can’t make it through today?
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
Aogashima
It did not look like rain. And then, slowly, Clouds gathered, fat drops fell. A perfect storm can take you by surprise. Words fall into my hands and your lap,  streams of language, A downpour, from that stern and sombre sky, A deluge, spilling sudden, wrenching, overwhelming need. I fear that we will drown. I hope that we will not. You cannot stop the sky when it cries, And so, we let the storm pass. Now, I take your hand, and run towards the sun. Laughter sparkles, there are diamonds on the wet, worn road, Washed clean, the landscape itself surprised, renewed, It did not look like rain.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
Floodgates
My dilemma's plays are on as always again Eruption of flames at my heart now begin my dilemma's fire in an sunset suddenly attacks sunshine glistens and cloudy sky crazy shows as blacks
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
In An Sunset
There is just too much Too much to feel:        *Eruptions of emotion channel from my core to the surface Only to be siphoned off and returned to the callous cauldron The magma dashes at my inner walls and The wretched pain it causes is tightly sealed away; Kept such that no one would suspect… No one suspects Mother Nature is alive within And she is restless* There is just too much Too much to think:       *Contemplations accelerate through my mind's eye Ideas and reminiscences claw the pupils, Each one consumed with self-importance hence driven with desperation to tumble through that narrow opening, Falling instead into the cauldron Wherefore they agitate its contorted contents* There is just too much But, Like a calm ocean, The surface waves are gentle Healthy blue-green water dances to the shore and back Crisp, salty spray permeates the air Which invariably caresses the lungs of the living Like a calm ocean, the surface waves are gentle Masking the horrors lurking in its murky depths.                                                                                                  -A.M.E.N.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
Turbulent Flow