#homesweethome
Nothing coming with some bad vibes or on some negativity can ever bother me lately.
I meditate and dance with the wind right after making love to these leaves while the ambiotic melodies of nature sing romantically to this joys.
A journey to this earthly gardens nourishes and relaxes since that feels like home.
Where the views of waterfalls Mesmerize me, as I wonder thru in all curiosity this fall from that water even by vision already cleanses me.
A little dip from flowing river always hits different as you now carry the feeling of never ending flow. A Journey to this earthly gardens. -Swoo
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 4:56 PM UTC
I’m lost in the echoes of closed lips
The words right on the cusp
But are never allowed to breath
For it would be too painful
In a forest of lies
I search for my home
The place of safety and comfort
That has been lost long ago,
Or may have been imagined
The tall walls of enclosure
And surrounding views of grey
Now ring in my mind as suffocating-
There is no joy in serving a sentence
When no crime has been committed
Here I sit on a Tuesday afternoon
Alone in an empty shell
Searching for my roots where this began
But I find nothing of interest
And say my farewell
So I can keep searching for a place to call home
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
I have a love. I have my home. I have my spot in this world.
I plan to keep it. I am back with my family, friends, life. Its nice
to be in a familiar place. I'm back at the place I love and others hate.
This town is home and the townspeople is my family. I love them and I wont give up on them. If i have a future... then so does my Home and Family.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
In height, I stand,
watching danger encountered
people, so much worried
hands folded, prayers stood.
Selfish traitor, I asked for help
as, in top, i was held,
thinking of myself,
never stops the thought of my shelf.
apartment dipped in water,
yearning for decrease in level,
finding ways, as I think clever,
morning, i get up, to see quarter.
Siblings hurry in for rescue
boats, that embarrasses my arrival,
wishing to turn it into ice cubes
just to kick it, clear my way to val.
Sitting, tapping, hitting,
my keys, here I come,
with my key for escaping
and there, I found my home.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
A little jay bird
Whistling through the scene
Attached to the branch
Of an birch tree.
Hopping and tweeting
Its lovely bird song
Longing and yearning
For something strange.
On wards it went to
A different place
Where stamps and
Notes thrive in any way.
Amidst the musical
Pleasures of this sort.
It misses the soul
Of the old birch tree.
However it will not
Give up
The pleasures of
The new singing jay bird.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC