#outdoors
Tent unfolding us to pitch sleep,
Beneath stars hoping to keep
their location on lock.
White dandelions suddenly dock.
Everything in our periphery froze,
Except the sniffing black bear nose.
Smelling our uncooked meat stored,
Our sparkling blood-red wine, we’ve yet to pour.
Careful how we slept, how we snored,
We missed the bear who wore
his hunger in his yellow teeth clinched,
challenging the comfort of our disbelief, since
we allowed ourselves the deepening forest
of sleepy star lullaby chorus.
We should have been alert and not shirk,
observing signs reading, “Careful bears at work.”
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 12:07 PM UTC
pretty bìrd§íng!
fl°werbells rīng!
həy diⁿg a dıng!
¡sweet lovers spring!
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with a BIG sneeze
buds ßurstinBees
ın a warm brease
the snulight 🅑🅡🅘🅖🅗🅣
Is blinding light
The fly in flyte
l👀ks for some shyte
li'l doggiez walk
on ǝpᴉswalk chalk
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 12:50 AM UTC
Limber, soft, and verdant
Each blade of grass a serpent
Which forms a field
That doth yield
To each paw and press and person
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC
Beautiful solar powered bodies slowing the world down now
Gelato belly over the trunks abandoned shirts in the sand reclaimed just in time for pasta at sundown
Glimpse the world on a neon wrist
I will get and I got kissed
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
Far beyond the bush weeds and cattails, past the mossy rock and cedar grove - there is a place only a few lucky souls can see.
A place where mushroom capped gnomes and butterfly winged faeries dance under the moonlight.
Smoke plumes from small pebble stacked chimneys as fireflies float about lighting the grove.
A magical place of whimsy, where the faeries play and the Treefolk root the woods.
The life force of the wild, the heart of the forest, hidden to most, but for those who know, the busy bodies are always working.
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 4:26 PM UTC
.
i made the front door my enemy
staying inside to concentrate
on written projects
i devilled away days
exorcised away my rights
to the world out there
now (with projects complete)
i approach the door
theorize that I am wanted beyond
to receive sustenance
and be free of my aches ...
... or
to become sustenance
give in to my condition
to pass back my remaining value
hand in my report
with the staples removed
be resolved
as some gaseous defeat
i bravely open the door
there is no attack by nature
nor any euphoric reward
i am left alone to feel my own way
to give and receive breaths
steps are taken
and signals interpreted
rejoining the world
as if uninterrupted
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 5:20 PM UTC
Today was the end of my life,
yet tomorrow I see all.
I am a rocket creature / My bones lie melted,
in the forest, the trees are / tire tracks which scar my mangled body:
my landing strip. No better \ flesh and bones and
sanctuary than this / humanitarian malice.
God-given world, / Betrayal by the ones we preceded,
untouched; delicate arboretum \ metal glowing eyes above,
Palm fronds— my blankets and \ screaming rubber wheels,
everlasting life felt through the wind in my fur.
Anti-anthropomorphic heaven, / throat charred of secondhand;
I take / the blood of my posterity stained
green for granted. She \ sees the world I am at the mercy of,
who does not belong to me, \ I am a slave to what he wants
yet I am a microscopic essentialist / and a blink of robotic velocity
to her / in which I cannot keep up.
Born of Gaia and a martyr of Growth.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 3:43 PM UTC
The shuttlecock, served,
Goes over the net.
I'll probably lose
The dollar I bet.
Over the net
It goes back and forth:
It goes north to south,
And it goes south to north.
The birdie in flight
Flits like a sparrow.
She hits it so hard
It darts like an arrow.
I smack it as hard
As I can possibly smack it,
And, wouldn't you know it:
It's stuck in my racquet.
Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
Soothing hue, tranquil blue.
A scene serene in testament to you.
I thank it, this blanket hung soft in the sky,
and drift on the breeze, the mute lullaby.
We are children of stars, all of us each,
if you look way back far beyond memory's reach.
Past fire and lightning, spirit and beast,
our atoms return, and stars we complete.
Look to the sky, our bubble of blue.
A window our parent forever feeds through.
A gentle notion, and grace in a descending motion
so subtle we feel only a warmth on our face as we float in a breathable ocean.
A mirror perhaps it holds above
and paints in clouds the world
with spires and cities and oceans
and shifts so subtle in ways unseen
so we won't forget the nature
of where we've been.
For though the world seems still and quiet
it shifts and it's easy to pass by it,
as we focus on each little thing
there's a joy that it brings, our Ozone,
in its patterns of premature recognitions
shapes that are born in a state of remission
and only those who are readily staring
see that the earth is patient and caring.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 7:00 AM UTC
Frisbee flies
Like a UFO.
Blue skies.
A tic-tac-toe
Of them trails
Called chem trails.
Nanoaliens hatch.
A wonky throw—
He makes the catch!
Oct 26, 2024
Oct 26, 2024 at 4:35 AM UTC
I knew It was coming the moment I opened the door.
The sky warned me. A distant, dull voice whispered, "You can't beat It." The sweetest sadness slowly ****** each syllable. I accepted the challenge and began to pedal. For a while, I pedaled without disturbance, except for a distant, dull sky sadly trailing behind. Watching. Waiting. Knowing.
Then It came. It took its time. It was not the one who needed to hurry. I pedaled on and felt It kiss the tip of my forehead, then lick the side of my nose, leaving me cold. I began to count the touches; one, two -pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal - three - pedal, pedal, pedal - four - pedal - five - pedal, pedal - six -pedal - seven - pedal - eight, nine, ten...
And I’m drenched.
Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 10:58 PM UTC
A leaf
In the gentle autumn breeze
Softly falls to Earth,
Together with its siblings
It lines the woodland path.
The ground below is cold but soft,
Still sensing the September sun,
Not yet has winter’s icy breath
Been felt, not yet its reign begun.
The creatures of the forest
Patter to and fro,
Their feet and wings stirring the leaves
On the ground below.
By comes a fox, takes careful watch,
Then vanishes from sight,
By comes a robin, plucking berries
And then, once more, takes flight,
By comes a squirrel, in its search
For nuts it takes delight,
And finally, by comes the owl,
Waiting for the cloak of night.
The leaf, still lying on the ground,
Is eager for another day
But then, by comes a gust of wind
And carries it away.
Oct 2, 2022
Oct 2, 2022 at 8:26 AM UTC
We watched
Melancholy pines
Paint silver moonlight
Into a velvet sky
Kept warm beside
A pensive fire
©KNL
Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 2:33 AM UTC
If only I could stay
In labyrinths green
Ever wandering
In hallways of sunlight
Nothing more than
A lingering thought
Left floating through
Wooden minds and
Mossy corridors
KNL
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 3:11 AM UTC
a lavender light
brushes by a crested sky,
withering toils
though the weathered roads
crack still in our tread home,
the sky turns alone.
verdant cascades fall
from lush rounded peaks above
rolling hills dive deep
with oneiric breaths,
from rivers to the roots who
echo ebbs & flows
Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 4:14 AM UTC
Sweet vanilla kisses, amid an explosion of bubblegum sauce.
With lips now blue, we break and share a flake;
The chocolate melting in our mouths,
Like my heart, the first time I met you.
“You’ve got a bit on your nose," I say.
Laughing, you wipe it away elegantly.
Fresh strawberries planted in eager mouths,
Excited eyes blazing in the sun.
This love is intoxicating.
Sinking satisfyingly into a strawberry bliss,
Summer love is planted on the tongue.
Savouring: the taste, the moment,
savouring the one.
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 5:59 AM UTC
Seas of anchors beneath the earth
Take hold the dew of morning
For truth givers and life bearers
Hands stretched to the sky, demanding
Freedom and peace and strength and serenity
An understanding of things unknown
Power purely born into existence
From a single, simple seed
May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 11:31 PM UTC
Ripples in the water
Roses in the bush
Rainbow views
Raindrops and *****
Remedies for the soul
Reminiscing,
Relaxing times
Reflecting, wishing
**** Red dress
Revitalised mind, richly defined
Take me there...
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC
Ripples of water, reflections of the night sky
and inflections of why, words came but all authors’
pens dried and faltered, moments of the divine
lost to the sacrilege of time, feeling came but altered.
Darkness came and surrounded,
confusion came and confounded,
as deep as valleys, as tall as mountains,
heartbeat in chest pounded.
Little lamp lead the way, the end is not today.
Tomorrow will come and stay, so do what I must to stay
a lit by this gentle flame, as all of will not be in vane.
I said aloud in a moment of panic to stay sane.
But time came and the light did not falter,
faith grew in this little, little light of mine,
and it grew to shine without any signs of alter.
Hope flickered as the flame stayed a lit on the twine.
Alone and afraid, frayed rope dwindling
burning as vibrant kindling, however closer did it fade
luckily in the darkness laid, countless stars swindling.
My heart rejoices as I have made it to the rekindling.
No longer alone, no longer afraid
pulse dropped, pounding stopped
the stars came and a lit my flame
I need to thank them all by name.
As I laid staring up at the stars,
feeling so small and alone on Mars,
I forgot all of the people who have came
who shared their soul and flame.
I hope I can keep being your flame,
and a piece of yours mine.
Days will be dark and dreary,
but shine on and shine forth into the night.
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 12:03 PM UTC
It’s spring
So much that
It's almost like a little summer
The birds are chirping
I don't remember flirting
Last time feels so long
Ago
So teach me birds
Wake me up
No drugs
Just love!
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 4:14 AM UTC