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Aaron Bee Jan 2017
Craters on my face,
remind me of space.
travel

Hair on my body,
remind me of nature.
untouched-touched

Scars on my skin,
remind me of mistakes made.
living

Tan transition to pale flesh,
remind me of wonders.
unseen

Dry chapped skin,
remind me of time exhausted.
work

Boney bones,
remind me of mountains.
adventure
Aaron Bee Jan 2017
Looking directly at the sun
Eyes shine, glass orbs
Suns themselves
Fire in the brain
Continuously gazing
Mind absent, as the
Slow torture of
“Hell I see”
No blink…
Eyeballs dry,
Red, blistering
Face scorched.
Collapse
Body falls to the ground, eyes smoking, charred
Black
Damage unquestionable.
Aaron Bee Jan 2017
My family and I just started our after dinner walk on Mother’s day.
All smiles, strolling along our paved road that leads home.
As we were halfway near the highway, telling jokes and giggling over our bloatedness.
I look down to notice our dog panting and barking off into the distance.
Nothing was there. Dogs barking was not something I usually take too much mind to.
We own 3 dogs; Lucy is a male pitbull, Linda is a male yorkie, and Mindy is a female pug.
They all came with us on our walk. Usually they roam free, but today they stuck near.
That didn’t seem to be unusual.

We talk about how everyone is doing and what exactly everyone is up to.
Basically getting caught up since I usually don’t visit often, as i stay with my partner.

All three DOGS walked off into the distance, on there way back. Most likely tired.

All of a sudden my heart skips, my ears pop
increasingly loud ringing..
Confused, I start to panic. Everything seems fine. I can't hear anything.

I look around, finally noticing that my family was gone.
I finger my ears repeatedly. The sun is going down.

Nothing seems to be around, no cars passing, houses in the distance seemingly vacant but cars are parked in front and everybody is most likely inside.
I shrug whatever happened off, I make my way back home. Ears still deaf.

The driveway to my house seemed about a football field away. Every step was disorienting. I could not hear anything, still.
I apparently took an awkward step unknowingly. spraining my ankle and falling into a bush of stickers (this is New Mexico so that’s not uncommon.) It’s dark now. The closest amount of light is coming from my house.
I am yet to be able to hear anything.

The house less than 600 feet away. I yell for help. I can’t hear myself yelling but I know I am. The house has a big window that’s radiating light in my direction. It makes sense that my screaming would get attention. Nothing happens.
Shadows appeared looking out from the window. Feeling a sense of relief, I scream again. Expecting them to take notice, they don’t. They actually stay where they are.
All I can see is familiar silhouettes.

Still screaming, now waving my hands in the air and crying. I still don’t hear anything.
My throat feels as if it were bleeding.
Feeling very helpless and scared.
The silhouettes remain where they were. Frustrated, crying, tired, and in pain.
I close my eyes and throw my head back ..
into black
Like sleep

I wake in the beginning
nightmares
Aaron Bee Jan 2017
Blindfolded, I feel everything.

chewing bubblegum lips.

fish above water

gasping for air
  Jan 2017 Aaron Bee
spysgrandson
where will they take me
this thick, whirling cloud
of birds?

I lower my shotgun;
my targets were to be
a skein of geese

(corpulent, impertinent
avian freaks I have seen
peck children's shins)

these smaller birds
perform a choreography electric,
black against blue

now I know the meandering
meaning of mesmerize--my eyes
glued to the skies

more agape than the hunter
in me--wishing to watch this wave
undulate an eternity

but alas, the flock turns
into a naked sun; I am forced
to shield my eyes

my hand blocks the blare
of light, with it, the whipping tail of
their liquid flight

when I lower it, they are
but a haze near the horizon, performing
magic for another audience
Aaron Bee Jan 2017
A leaf doesn't know it is a part of tree,
so please let us keep on growing.
History
is taught to the ones who've fallen.


They see a tree, the ground, the grass
the sky above
they leave, they travel
they live free and die.
was inspired by a quote by Michael Crichton
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