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They burst upwards All around this evening There and there and there Trees, Trees, Trees Smashing through soil To a darkening sky Limbs and fingers and hands Trunk and twig Coiling coronaries Pressed to the sky’s last Etchings Monoliths Earths loud art Not solemn Not peace filled This evening Trees , Trees, Trees Explode from the earth Like Kraken from the ocean Belittling Reminding us Trees Trees Trees Four hundred million years Before you breathed Trees Trees Trees
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Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 5:23 PM UTC
Trees, Trees, Trees
the one precious thought unfounded possibilities unimaginable imagined unassuming figure crushed perception beauty hearts desire with just a glance deep stare etching hearts scarred tattoo touch so gentle gentleman’s dream turned upside down heart falling echoing words manipulative skill lonely girl picture left behind presentation of facts keeping your secrets trust yourself trusting no ******* possess me till out of sight among my mind pirouette effect leaving me flat footed starring at the same moon you gaze upon ********** plots of love
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
The One
~ Otto Dix Plate 22 ~ Each night I meet myself in nightmares I am my own enemy fighting in No-man’s land I am material and real, yet I barely exist in my imagination. There is nothing whole and complete nothing has retained its shape or structure everything is splintered into surfaces in my imagination. There can be only shreds and shards only textures, hard lines and spaces where white light can dance free in my imagination. Each night I crawl through ruined houses along dark passages that close me in dropping to bottomless depths of myself in my imagination There are only axons and dendrites in my mind electric sparking, all atoms in a crystal night a grasping hand, a gaping eye disconnected in my imagination. Each night I try to find myself in nightmares I am my own enemy fighting in No-man’s land I am dark energy and matter, yet I barely exist in my imagination. © M.L.Emmett
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
Night-Time Encounter with a Madman