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"lushness" poems
oh, san juans, your riches beckon your wealth, your beauty calls your waveless, salty waters blue my heart since childhood draws your waters lap at darkened rock 'round islands, bays and inlets fill with returning salmon teeming your breaking waters thrill your tide, oh ever river changing charges muddy oyster flats your thriving pods of orca leap o'er spray in mid-air acrobats from seabed swift, cold and deep  the lushness of your green hills rise  your sun falls fleet like shooting star your sparkling waters mesmerize sailing craft from ’neath horizon angels spread their wings of color skirt your shoals and ply your straits find safety anchored in your harbors  oh, san juans, your wonder waits your treasure and your magic calls your waveless, crystal waters blue my heart since youth still draws calls me to return each year to dip my paddle deep when life averts the journey there in dreams you beckon while i sleep
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
oh, san juans
Years of neglect have Covered my garden Allowing brambles and weeds To grow wild The flowers unseen underneath A cover of cascading green lushness Dotted with white and pink Hidden by thorns And winding weeds Patient beauty is waiting Yet uncaring laziness is Suffocating tender blooms Denying them light Seduced by fruit So sweet and tasty Of a thorny vine Lulled into complacency Unaware of silent unfoldment In darkness Step by step We uncover the secret Cutting away thorns Clearing out the Dead and the dying Shedding light Into places of decay Discovering flowers We never knew where there Glory in color No longer hidden Is finally able To shine © Jasmine, Wadebridge, August 2010
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 8:42 AM UTC
Hidden Beauty
Beneath the shadow of the Great Shepherd's staff, in the green lushness of Life's plateau, my spirit continues to laugh. Despite the dumbness of this sheep to His voice I've heeded. For God's Love is greater than deep and to His Principles, I've conceded. My life is filled with abundance beyond mortal imagination. Enjoying protection from circumstance came from obeying rules of His Holy Nation. From displaying a submissive behavior towards a God most divine, I'm covered with blessings from my Savior and reside in green meadows until Eternity's time.
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Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 11:39 AM UTC
Poem: Green Meadows
Frozen in time, only sadness in your eyes Winters snow had clouded your mind A sleeping beauty in a forest full of lies Who stamped out your fires, left you cold inside Sunlight arrives, kisses your face You start to heal in it’s warm embrace Pain slowly melts, you are no longer blind Hope awakens a glimpse of summer in your eyes A scorching,slow journey on a road of upsets But at the end of it all lies Golden hour sunsets On a road trip to where your happiness hides I can now see summer in your eyes New growth chokes out old thorns of despair Along your life’s path only lushness grows there Happiness dances in summer breeze whispers Your light again shimmers on overflowing rivers Healing has painted over your winter scars Joy brushed away the clouds, revealing stars Love washed over all the ***** lies You have risen up, you are now fully alive Proved them all wrong, too strong to not survive I now see summer dancing in your eyes
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Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 4:52 PM UTC
Summer in your eyes
little lamb doing wolf damage you watch me like prey mouth open. drooling. eyes filled to the brim with hunger. i am filled to the brim and you can see it. i’m blushing. bleeding. you peel me like a plum. plump and juicy in your palm. ripened you roll me between your thumb and your forefinger. squeeze out every last drop of sweetness. still drooling over me. i am drooling over you. i want to be eaten alive. anticipating it. dripping. i am a forest and snails make their sticky paths down my thighs. i am a forest and leaves bloom and swish as my fingernails grow. i am a forest and branches grow in every place you touch. i am so big so tall so wise. i grow and grow with each caress. birds fly out of my hair and sing love songs. my feet heady soil i am grounded. finally grounded. i am a forest and you’re a seasoned explorer. i am a forest and you’re the tiger stalking within my lushness for something to devour. devour me. i am tropical. i am palm trees and rare fruit. i am sap in your palms sticky and staying. i am sitting open. staying open. i feel you crouch behind my reeds. you dig your claws deeper into wet soil. you watch me like prey. i watch myself dribble down your chin. i am tropical. plum sweetness juice juice sticky sweet staying on fingertips staining your mouth. i am coconuts cracked open on rocks ready ready to be consumed. i am licked clean from ***** fingertips.
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
ecosystems
First came the German Shepherd dogs 
Next came the water hose
 Bodies lynched, then set ablaze 
 Flesh singed, then meshed with clothes 
Innocent black lives lost, on a blood stained Poplar tree 
 Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words 
 Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically 
****** run, ****** die, ****** free" I am he whose antecedents 
Suffered and survived the Middle Passage's arduous trip 
I am the progeny who sprang forth from their chained ***** 
 As human chattel, my antecedents suffered the sting of the whip Their humanity, dignity and pride 
Was debased and denied
 Deracinated, their bodies were beaten black and blue 
But it was the bruises inside, they tried, but could not hide 
 Innocent black lives lost, victims of the lynching rope
 Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words 
Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically 
 ****** run, ****** die, ****** hope" I say again, I am he whose antecedents 
 Suffered and survived the Middle Passage's arduous trip 
 I am the progeny who sprang forth from their shackled *****
 As human chattel, my antecedents suffered the cabotage of a slave ship In 1964, they were granted civil rights, but denied civility 
A denial rooted in the flowering bloom of racial hate 
 And the verdant lushness of white supremacy's wicked fertility 
So many innocent black lives lost 
 Because of "Negative Eugenic's" lies and untruths
 Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words
 Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically 
****** run, ****** die, ****** choose"
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
****** Run
First came the German Shepherd dogs 
Next came the water hose
 Bodies lynched, then set ablaze 
 Flesh singed, then meshed with clothes 
Innocent black lives lost, on a blood stained Poplar tree 
 Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words 
 Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically 
****** run, ****** die, ****** free" I am he whose antecedents 
Suffered and survived the Middle Passage's arduous trip 
I am the progeny who sprang forth from their chained ***** 
 As human chattel, my antecedents suffered the sting of the whip Their humanity, dignity and pride 
Was debased and denied
 Deracinated, their bodies were beaten black and blue 
But it was the bruises inside, they tried, but could not hide 
 Innocent black lives lost, victims of the lynching rope
 Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words 
Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically 
 ****** run, ****** die, ****** hope" I say again, I am he whose antecedents 
 Suffered and survived the Middle Passage's arduous trip 
 I am the progeny who sprang forth from their shackled *****
 As human chattel, my antecedents suffered the cabotage of a slave ship In 1964, they were granted civil rights, but denied civility 
A denial rooted in the flowering bloom of racial hate 
 And the verdant lushness of white supremacy's wicked fertility 
So many innocent black lives lost 
 Because of "Negative Eugenic's" lies and untruths
 Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words
 Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically 
****** run, ****** die, ****** choose"
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Allure Beauty from the sultriest with even steady glow exquisite soft lines is perfected in the creature Dreams are resonant the eyes smolder all tender entry viewed from lips of lushness Crowned with hair beyond mortal texture it perfectly accentuates loving doll quality’s full mixture The promise held forth borders crossed unable to envision your dumb all filled with doubt as she pouts The soul engages as the eyes flame and burn with passion the heart beats with hard thumps Heavenly body formed from flesh in its force you reel emotional exhilaration extends to enthrallment Hands touch the visible world seems altered the blood seems to halt its flowing the mind ******* Reconsider the alignment of the stars surly you have passed them in the silver moons glowing stream The exotic has burst forth on a common stage all has juxtaposed the delirium takes free course The dance now begun the coupled whirl started here ends among the marveling distant clouds Enchantment has found its boundless geography it not on any maps it’s truly the heart at it’s source Governed never the reins to this wild and free spirit has never been made that would be injustice Has loveliness limits are the galaxies measurable how can they when their ever growing and bestowing Featureless flawless curvy arts greatest inspiration told through a form that’s made to love and hold If genius is ever is to be expounded bring the beloved of all men set her in the midst her essence flowing The world speaks of desirability its fount its ever coursing real ideal is found in timeless womanhood
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Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC
Allure
Allure Beauty from the sultriest with even steady glow exquisite soft lines is perfected in the creature Dreams are resonant the eyes smolder all tender entry viewed from lips of lushness Crowned with hair beyond mortal texture it perfectly accentuates loving doll quality’s full mixture The promise held forth borders crossed unable to envision your dumb all filled with doubt as she pouts The soul engages as the eyes flame and burn with passion the heart beats with hard thumps Heavenly body formed from flesh in its force you reel emotional exhilaration extends to enthrallment Hands touch the visible world seems altered the blood seems to halt its flowing the mind ******* Reconsider the alignment of the stars surly you have passed them in the silver moons glowing stream The exotic has burst forth on a common stage all has juxtaposed the delirium takes free course The dance now begun the coupled whirl started here ends among the marveling distant clouds Enchantment has found its boundless geography it not on any maps it’s truly the heart at it’s source Governed never the reins to this wild and free spirit has never been made that would be injustice Has loveliness limits are the galaxies measurable how can they when their ever growing and bestowing Featureless flawless curvy arts greatest inspiration told through a form that’s made to love and hold If genius is ever is to be expounded bring the beloved of all men set her in the midst her essence flowing The world speaks of desirability its fount its ever coursing real ideal is found in timeless womanhood
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*Warmth in human form, she wore an electrifying charm, when she passed him from behind even without a glance, his heart felt a yearning forgotten for a long time. Prithee, mercy on me, his heart cried in the voice of an abandoned child, didn't feel below his dignity to plead the ray of light to kiss his brows. Then she gently turned back and smiled, grace transmitting her fragrance, both were blessed by that moment, the caress of angel's wings. One look of the girl evoked,  a caring feminine lushness: mother, sister or lover, her evanescence in him brought a pleasantness that  lasted for ever.*
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
Touch me gently with the wisp of feminine lushness
I know not what to say Or see As your tardy empathy Breathes along my sutured neck. Your lushness of waves hath borne Golden glimmers of fragrance too sweet That nerve endings fray. Smirk so softly into my soul Your pheromonal whispers So that dreams may weep syrup, So may my cheeks dew with sugar. Lusher are your fallacies Than your twirled smirks of incandescence; Lusher are your maladies Than your smoldered iridescent kisses.
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
Lush
the lushness of the land the ruggedness of the rocks pictures can capture everyone's view of perfection. but have you sat on a cheap beach chair, with sand in your toes and curly hair, across your sunburned face? subtly smiling at the distant crash of waves, or listening to the live music that sounds like the band "summer salt?" lava lava beach club with cats wandering around the island just as your heart wanders around the lovely memories that you count one by one to taste their delicious ideas and finally, finally feel.
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Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
hawaii
Hummingbird perched atop deer fence high wire Taking  time  to  feel the pink cotton candy sky coalesce Listening to crickets chirping choir thrum the cadence of summers' closing song The nights grown longer as dusk drifts a slower river ebb to the next impending dawn The cool lushness of mirror pond's margin greenery, draws June's bashful fawns; Twin spotted  frolic in their dappled shadows innocent splash and play Evanescent white pokka dots fleeting to another shade of tawny pale In the blink of an eye life passes one  day  at  a  time The teasing scent of honey crisp red wafts with summer breeze Nature's  nascent  love awaiting   impatiently to fall free    from Eden's tree ... someone you used to know
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
Feeling Dusk
hidden beneath your pliant skin your heart sensuous you are I penetrate this lushness cracking your veneer seeking inner warmth
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 3:15 PM UTC
Hidden
Dear April I have no Sunflower  And no seeds  I have acres of space  And one stem  ...me I have a few women skipping through  With Sun hats on without a brim  So their eyes are squint  They can't really focus in on their desires  So they end up on the other side of the field where the lushness has expired  In no man's land, but in everyone hands I only want to be sprung by one woman's spring showers April, may you rain down on me?  March right onto my grassland and uproot a beautiful flora  I wouldn't mind if you carved a river right in my bed  A deep river  With a steep Fall That keeps us streaming through Halloween and Thanksgiving  April my lady, currently how warm you make me feel I don't think there's no degrees below that can put our flow on hold  So we'll never have to intervene throughout the blizzard or thaw out after winter April can you be my sunflower  And one day allow me to pollinate  So we can have some seeds?  I'm no longer interested in summer, although she is hot; however, summer has always been a drought for me  Not anymore  In June was the last time I allowed Julie to Lie to me (july) April I've done all my spring cleaning  Now can you comfort me with your yellow petals, and promise me a bunch of Florets closely packed in a spiral?
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Dear April
Nature adorns her vacuums:                Eden, in lieu of Gardener or Keep, overdrives the breach;     garland wreaths, julep leaves, Clover carpets           the well-dint of the fleeing heel,                  just as Vitality, from Lushness, deserts to humbling Humus.                                            I bargain that We will                          be survived by teeming hosts of white Chrysanthemum.           Our grim miracle resembling, so, fish and loaves;                     of Manna eked of Woe. Staid amatory shall cater the craving of a brood;             from our tears rich elixir brewed,                 our tender flanks yielding stew.              Scarcity is Her own aphrodisiac,           abused in company of more than two.           But sure as Man, worms lapse at their hour             and they, their own kind, must consume               giving back Space, where is room.               So, must we, our own Passion’s devour,    that made manifest they replenish their expanse,                   as when a hand replenishes a glove--            it first breathes upon the absence of Absence.                Let us, then, dine. Let us then, Love…
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
situe au Jardin d’Nuages: The Diet of Worms (pour l’amor cannibal)
i will die. the sun, and by the way did you know? (i do) in the summer it leaps wholly freshness into the sweating backs of knees a yowl a dream a distinctly arousing a corded and steeply ***** shyness. it peters sharply from girl cuts into niceness a cringing of night to less darkly foil the trees (amongst 'em where will sleep me when i cease my hands to try) roots reachness of worms and the rushing of oceans wind wind wind coolly teasing with teeth so cruelly pleasing (upon which rise the curving hushness of body's plummet isthe falling of darkness' lushness
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
Untitled
Largeness It’s a mighty fine word Until today, that is That is, today as in society (nowadays) We are “encouraged” To be small. Small waist Small nose Small arms Tiny brain They can’t handle this muchness This lushness They’re afraid of our size The history of our hills And mountains of skin Lofty mountains A landscape to make an artist sing. But as they shove us into our Small shirts Skinny jeans Tiny shoes They forget that this size, this extra-largeness Cannot be contained. We’re busting out of here. We’re claiming our space with our Large feet Large ******* Huge hips Our love handles and our lard Fear our stature    Our sweetness    Our ****** wiles    Our swagger We are deep people Large women.
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Jul 9, 2011
Jul 9, 2011 at 12:01 PM UTC
largeness
I did not know the men from far. each holding a clear mask as I was driven down the now common road. I knew the habits of souls like these. impairing the land. blameless in its lushness, these boys, I learn now, were hired to consume. properly; with all items & inhabitance spawned in desolation, there are no mistakes made. there could never be flared tempers, or indignant stares, whispers of mutiny or treason. & a lack of profits are concepts hoarded by other lands. their tasks became habits & tolerance replaces my strength as an infection settled. one stretching my jaw, piercing my tongue & erecting fences inside my skull. I learned to love the sloth & loathe my confidence. quickly beauty sets & confusion fades. the road held nothing as did the scars, laid down by special souls ages or seconds ago.
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Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 10:37 AM UTC
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The birds seem to be telling me In harmonious chirps That it must be abolished Two miniscule bugs slowly glide across the keyboard Green with a hint of yellow Their antennas swing up and down They’re speaking to me too With subdued voices They say That it must be abolished A pale red ladybug flutters From blade of grass to blade of grass From what seems to be an infinite pattern Of green lushness It seems to be showing me What I must do, Move on Move on from this blade of grass That it must be abolished An adolescent fly lands on the screen Rubbing its arms together And then I blink And it has vanished Maybe this is a sign That I must leave And That it must be abolished Why is it that everything seems to be telling me What I desperately don’t want to hear? It’s irrevocable I’ve tried And tried I’ve buried it in the dank dirt Like the earthworm that I found in the soil But the rain soon came for a visit And it arose from the soil and into a puddle of murky water I tried to impel it back into the ground But it was impossible Now I seem to say to myself That it must be abolished And now it doesn’t seem to be so foreign to me
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
Abolished
At forty-four years old you’re as graceful as a palm tree; Grapes, with their lushness, have nothing on your lush body; A thousand faces light up at the sight of your smile; Roses for smell, apples for taste, and your touch Brings warmth. The cosmic rays are dim and lifeless But the colors in your eyes are bright and alive. Your neck is like Trajan’s victory column, long, Elegant and beautiful with the carvings around it Mona Lisa is pleasing to the eyes, yet mine long For the viral grace of your ***** and mature curves; Diamonds with all their glory are not as tempting as you, with your gray, enchanting hair and laughter lines. My love is round and plump at four and forty Years old, with ******* that refuse to sag with age.
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May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
Graceful at forty-four years old
Peep show girl, bedroom goddess, ***** ***** gem Stripped of nylons and grayed tweeds Her hair wet from the hot, steamy shower She smells of Sand and Sable and sweet strawberry conditioner Her plump **** and full, swinging ******* the towel hits the floor He likes her like this, soft and curvy, still damp How she moves holds his attention, her lovely female power Laughter bubbles in her throat, her eyes inviting him Without hesitation he's seduced by the absence of words He kisses her neck, just below the ear, he feels her softly sigh Closer they move, closing the space, his body stretched & flushed Hands in her hair, her scent mixing with his, he flows toward her What she isn't; slim and angled, so satisfies him he revels in her Her lushness stimulates him beyond the physical, heightens him Here it is warm-here she is free-here she believes she is beautiful They part, she glows and he smiles, she's still damp but from him She tucks herself lazily into his side, he likes her like this too Simple, lovely in sleep's repose...she is his, all of her, all of her
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Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 1:06 PM UTC
Here, she is
The tree are whispering in hushed silent tones Their voices carried softly by the wind Caressing the whole forest with their hymns Suffused in their cries, the arrogance And greed, and vanity of men Men that were tasked to guard creation! Their chants deafening, echoing, increasing In brave tumultuous waves Growing ever louder Pushing the rivers and tributaries into the seas Infused in the currents The laments of the helpless Trampled, and ravaged, and killed With violence and impunity! Be wary of the axeman, the hunter, and the miner They are lurkers, waiting in the dark canopies Waiting for a chance to **** and pillage To **** the forest out of its wits Until it loses its lushness and vitality 'Til it surrenders its grip from the divine earth! Be wary of the forest ranger For they are the ones that orchestrates The relentless and appalling ****** That decimates lives, hopes, and aspirations They perpetuate the madness They are the harbingers of chaos, they are destruction Their charm, vile and putrid To ever allow them recite their prose would be death! But never despair, The sleepers have woken Those with quiet ears slowly hears the noise and commotion The deniers have silenced their self-serving lips Await that moment, when the silence is fractured By the forest, howling in raging defiance Justice will be swift, the wolves will be unraveled as sheep! And only then says the oldest of the trees Can the children of the forest roam free.
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
The trees are whispering...
We can not go, This, I have said this to myself millions of times. But, that day my heart took the driver’s seat. My mind stopped working like a well-oiled machine. I was in the middle of the urban jungle, the concrete city of cars, traffic, and cookie-cutter homes... The land of squared, sanitized spaces, and constant noises from technology, automobiles, and the noise in our heads to keep up with the rat race. I closed my eyes Then, I opened them again. A different reality! A dream, of course! I found myself in a jungle of green, moist, humid sweat. This was the land of kaleidoscopic dreams; The monkey’s howls pierce the air - birds symphonically, swimming together in the air- Life in every single layer of nature I felt myself Losing myself in the greenery The lushness The awe I had time to contemplate In my contemplation, I decided, the only thing in life is real is the story I create in life And as I go through the forest My thoughts become more developed and articulated I slash at everything that does not make sense I slash at every idea Every preconceived notion Of Who I thought I am I cut like a savage warrior On a mission Branches, dangling distractions Temptations of fruits and branches that grab at my waist, And more branches, like physical arms tieing me down like chains I slash the blade I cut with no intention of where I want to go Exhausted, I rest my head In the darkness in the middle of the amazon A jaguar comes to me With their yellow eyes waiting in the corner - It observes me in the bushes I sit still Is this a message for me? Wanting to hear what I have to say I wait and wait I stay up all night. As I wait for prophecies The jaguar eventually leaves me alone in the darkness Dissapointment rages inside me I am left in more uncertainity But, my heart spoke really loud today Something took a hold of me I was not rationale. I was not cautious.. I opened my backpack and dumped everything off a cliff I ran and jumped in the blue ocean Finally I listened to my heart Finally...
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
Lost in the Amazon
We can not go, This, I have said this to myself millions of times. But, that day my heart took the driver’s seat. My mind stopped working like a well-oiled machine. I was in the middle of the urban jungle, the concrete city of cars, traffic, and cookie-cutter homes... The land of squared, sanitized spaces, and constant noises from technology, automobiles, and the noise in our heads to keep up with the rat race. I closed my eyes Then, I opened them again. A different reality! A dream, of course! I found myself in a jungle of green, moist, humid sweat. This was the land of kaleidoscopic dreams; The monkey’s howls pierce the air - birds symphonically, swimming together in the air- Life in every single layer of nature I felt myself Losing myself in the greenery The lushness The awe I had time to contemplate In my contemplation, I decided, the only thing in life is real is the story I create in life And as I go through the forest My thoughts become more developed and articulated I slash at everything that does not make sense I slash at every idea Every preconceived notion Of Who I thought I am I cut like a savage warrior On a mission Branches, dangling distractions Temptations of fruits and branches that grab at my waist, And more branches, like physical arms tieing me down like chains I slash the blade I cut with no intention of where I want to go Exhausted, I rest my head In the darkness in the middle of the amazon A jaguar comes to me With their yellow eyes waiting in the corner - It observes me in the bushes I sit still Is this a message for me? Wanting to hear what I have to say I wait and wait I stay up all night. As I wait for prophecies The jaguar eventually leaves me alone in the darkness Dissapointment rages inside me I am left in more uncertainity But, my heart spoke really loud today Something took a hold of me I was not rationale. I was not cautious.. I opened my backpack and dumped everything off a cliff I ran and jumped in the blue ocean Finally I listened to my heart Finally...
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Lonely can be the plight of the English major languishing in a lexicon of terms and forms dreams and schemes witticisms and imaginings with that lushness of loquacity whereby  sonnets and rhymes are adorned symbols and signs are reformed where mellifluous speech is ascribed an eloquence transcribed and renewed and the heralding voices of angels appear preceded by an  aperture of magnificent hues *I will always be in love with you our lives are not our own from womb to tomb we are bound to others past and present and by each crime and by every kindness we birth our future
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
Something like that
fields are dry now. air coarse with echoes of husks scratching in a breeze of fire. peeling crackle mocks love that for a time created lushness. the bursting laughter of the earth scorched to **** and bone. rhythmic creak of wood underneath was a simple thing. the sky was pink and then his eyes saw nothing.
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Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:35 AM UTC
fertilizer