#grove
I revere you when I lay in your grove
I am but in an infinity of comfort.
Sealed in open space,
It is in this grove I am found.
I dance in the graduation of being.
Being there,
The expansion of reverence.
A love affair in complete darkness
Before the height of merchant eyes,
Peeking over the horizon.
This moment becoming more precious, more scarce.
I revere you in the occasion that we are firmly planted in the ground.
Just below the grove I am laid
Just below the surface we are rooted.
We are felt.
Our survival depends on it.
Without you I cannot begin to exist
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 9:20 AM UTC
My monastery is nothing
but crimson dusk
poured inside the veins
of this grove
Love to drink the liquid
from the evening's injection
My body's organs to be dried
with purple blood
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC
A coconut grove,
With one tall wind turbine;
Every wind blows amused!
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
A coconut grove
With one tall wind turbine.
The wind blows amused!
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC
Scorching bullets
Pass us by
Like dancing faeries
Around our heads
You covered yourself
Like a bullet proof vest
Dragon's breath is unleashed
Are we living among the dead?
Or dead
Among the living?
Where wolves, griffins, and lions
Retreat!
But never surrender
Bullets fly
They want us
Dead
Or maybe
Alive
Who knows?
Nothing
Can **** us
At all
The enemy
Will die
Of certain heart attacks
Shot
With AK bullets
God's will
So is seared
We can
Do it all
And rise above
Our fears
Deep within
This blood
Coursing thru our veins
Lies the Hunter
Among the hunted
Those within
This grove
Are seeking
Bullets
To overload
Among the safety
We run, we hide, we search
So that those of us here
Will rise
And never die
Please cover
Yourself
Like a Bulletproof Vest!
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
Tulip in a Grove, alone in Spring,
Like young girl's hearts, it's a fragile thing.
Too bright for its dark abode:
A brilliant corner on a lonely road.
Petals, like shields, rise up as guards.
For all that lives wants to part
The Tulip from its Spring.
But look, there, in the greenish gloom,
There are other colors in this furtive room.
In twos or threes, they stand apart,
Each guarding their own and another’s heart.
Bright heads like maiden’s reticent mane.
Each shines for the other’s gain.
For Summer comes too soon.
- 2011
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
Dimly glow the fireflies
In the densely wooded grove
The creek beside the promenade
Sounds like the whispers of the cove
In its solitary peace
The carp repress confessions
In the quiet emerald water
Live sorrows and obsessions
And when the cicadas buzz
They are like a music box
Young love is their handle and springs
They are the muse the world mocks
The melody of passion
Bleeds like the sap of the trees
On lukewarm nights of dancing stars
Love enters the world as breeze
A pair of lovers awaits
To live together at last
And as the date comes closer here
The future is not colorfast
Life's hourglass so expires
And there is not one who grieves
His final rest is too costly
So now he floats with the leaves
There's no wedding to foresee
Thus the bridge became of use
Her toes hang off the bridge again
But this time she holds a noose
Oh the irony of love
It's as the cicadas sang
"Be joyful now in summer's heat,
By our love, we all will hang."
The silly girl hanged herself
And she hung there not alone
Cicadas sang her melody
As her neck skin removed from her bone
And so she hung there quite still
Until her corpse decomposed
Her tale was not quite as haunting
As the music the cicadas composed
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
this flowered grove looks,
a grand bouquet from above
storks, quiet , dozing
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 11:37 PM UTC
I long for myself
and for those I love
and for those I lead
to be like the
wild sequoias.
Let our reach
be high and vertical.
Let our roots
be firm and intertwined.
Let us be
strategically planted
in deep reservoirs.
Let our bark
be thick and resilient.
Let our seeds
be released
and germinated
when the fire comes.
Yes, let us be
an enduring grove,
outliving difficult
seasons and enjoying
the plentiful.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
Deep in wood’s twig embrace
She lies beneath the leaf tessellation
Her hollow skull and hollow chest are friends with the burning winds
She is hallowed in her sloping waist
With child
She is mother bony
Woman with skinless face
She is grinless
For her jaw was stolen in ages past
Yet she is blessed with child
Her middle is heavy with boundless boy
A boy fated
To be *******
Emperor
Tyrant
King
To be lord of the shattered lands and even their scattered men
Destined to be crowned in fragments of skulls and silky fabric reds
He shall mate with fire
Be father of arson spawn
His face will be carved in Mammon’s silver toys
He will never be forgotten by any of history’s tedious scribes
Yet first he must be born
Now the winds are chanting
They push at her pudgy waist
They are chanting for the birth of the emperor ******* king
They desire the tyrant
They are the slaves of God
For they are catalysts that mold the shapes of futures’ lords
They will sing triumphant
When he is pushed through dusty hips
They will congratulate their oldest and most silent friend
He is birthed with great force
The spit of cadaverous womb
Crying shrieks in the forest
No one living to clean him
By spirits’ force he is taught
To eat the last of mother’s skin
To grow to be the friend of the whispering burning winds
He shall grow into great beast
With strength to wield the lance
He will enter the kingdoms of men
Appearing as a wild God
While he is shaping his role
His mother will often laugh
Ever since he left her
Her body was never again the same
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC
I was in a sombre mood
I went outside, my nerves to soothe
Guess I had been sitting to long, to still
For a little bird flew down, set at my heel
This litte bird was so sweet
He started to tweet
He sang me a song
It was kinda long
But I slowly move
To his little grove
That bird made my day
He made me smile before he flew away
Miracles happen all the time
Missing the small ones is a crime
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
Vast unknown vistas,
Take me to where my dream's dwell.
Rolling prairies and shaded groves!
Where the warm flowers welcome me home.
Frolic and joy paint my expression
Of this dream, elusive!
~~~~
Stepping softly, I wish to find
An iron passage of ancient time!
Here I can go forth into fantasy,
enormous and sincere!
Lean the trees of old
Magic and lore they ever behold!
Lord I wish to find
A dream of Elven-kind!
Where the wind speaks
whispered fables of yore!
Oh, how you flush me with flutters!
What is beyond that rolling hill..
Venture forth, I must!
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
You've always been like a sunrise.
Its always morning in your eyes,
Your beauty dawns on me every time
I see you. But the sunrise could never be this beautiful.
We can creep off through these trees
To our secret forest retreat.
Go ahead, show you feel free,
Don't be sorry. Know our love is crossed and starry.
No signs of our kind out this far,
No jobs, no time, no fame to scar.
Can we stay here forever? Our love is bizarre
Enough to stay in this spot. How we'll love to be forgot.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 5:52 AM UTC
Ancient gardens where dragons roam:
Guardians of Grove protecting Flower Rose.
In wanders uncanny courageous bone,
Ghost hunting for salvation.
Tempted for the rose, face to face with dragon's nose;
Swallowed by the tales and the mysteries.
A seed untold, yet to follow unfold..
Blooms the next flower in the garden of my dragon guarded home.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
My darling swells like the rivers of a sunset
Waiting for me
Hiding behind what is seen
Though no surprises seems to escalate
I am washed with bitter poison
Seen then from behind it all
Where she was waiting for me
No excuses left to supersede
Oh she liked to move
Tranced
Arms wailing in the back
And flailing out from behind her
-
Never will anything more
Sit down my soul
For a necessary lesson
On just what it's all about
-
She liked to move
To the commotion of fortune
My darling speaks
Blinding me from
All disconnection
In my ecstatic state
I leave a weary life to be
Behind me
As then we bleed
Color, dimension and new virtue
Into my open hands
Filling the gaps between my dreams
She staggers not
And I look past the world
again
I tremble
Stepping behind what is seen
Where she was waiting for me
I tremble
Stepping behind what is seen
Where she was waiting to free my soul
Oh I see the truth
Clear
Whole hearted in the face of it's elliptical reason
-
She liked to move
To the commotion of fortune
May I live life again
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC