"mooon" poems
My head spins, twirling in colors of essential essanance
the barrries fall onto
floors non existant ground
and simple pleasures
of conversational munch
are triply seductive
the nature that has been robbed will be returned
the love that has been lost will be found
the trees that are cut will grow
and the souls that are condemened will be freed
but it must freeze
what lies at the core of fools
tell me ,
if you could be so kind?
kindred spirits of the philosophical type
who have seen the darkness and fight the flowers fall ,
the tree of universes shakes
and breathes a sigh
all the wind orginated from this spot
eminating out of the simple
simple stop ,
cat calls - forest walls
honest bums
sit
no place like home they say
i say no place called home
no place other than home
as it walks with me
side by side
unto the power places
chakras glow and merger
connotations
******
but the defenition is flexiable
determine the point ,
touch the joints
heat the fall
and ***** it all
you only have this time around its all we've ever had.
who is it
that defines the love in our lives
but parent hood figures made out of wood frozn in time and we watch at the spirals unwind
and the lemons
are zingy and the mint is fresh
and i sleep on a bears bed
baby bear , mother too - wolves out alone standiing o howl at the mooon
and awoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
we've come so far
on the riptide of loves handslide
handshake
discovering for oursleves what we deem humanities race
and what we deem fools and tounges
and what we deem to be the runner out run
who comes first in a race
who comes fist before the fired gun
who sits and the hollow has come.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
Music swelling
I can't help but dwelling
On your eyes so bright
Taking me to many heights
Pulling you in
Wondering where I've been
You make me smile
This will last me for awhile
Say goodnight
And hold me tight
I'll see you soon
Hopefully dancing under the mooon
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
all the streets in girl things comely
arms a bit are haired in
(tan and tan)
the golden crush of whose mute fingers
make blithe the spring
and against
find the night homely
piercingly the mooon against
into slivers thousand make
their drooping slender of cotton haste
as cherry petals,
a branch from shake
in the wind to uncurlsome
neatly wan ankles
and fists o' skin girlsome
crease and crease alike(andunlike)
gossamer
faintly
of
pinkest aching to part
To enter loving
To exit heart
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
cold moon
I am sad;
was it you,
distant moon,
who made me so
tonight?
Oct 8, 2010
Oct 8, 2010 at 4:29 PM UTC
What is it like
The moonlight on her skin
Surely it must dance
Some spectral movement
A longing that only
The forest would know
Deep secrets whispered
Beneath its bows
Ancient recollections of
Sweet footfalls amid the duff and
Arcane choired reverances
Echoing a covens embrace around
Samhain fires
Charming the spirits arise and
Make light the growing darkness
But time is cruel and
She alone now stands
Testament to the cycle
******** in the dew
Singing the old songs
In the old ways
Enticing that old wood wake and
Take heed the coming dawn
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
Late night poem in bed
For the late-night dreamers and criers.
I know
This will probably get lost,
Lost in translation or tangled up in your thoughts,
But I hope when you find it,
It also finds you back.
This is my virtual hug but also a reminder
To allow yourself to dream,
Allow your mind to wander.
That’s what keeps your spark lit;
And be your guide forever,
Through the ups and the downs,
Wherever life takes you
Don’t you ever forget, that Gods always with you.
Truly,
With every word written,
Big or small,
I hope it fuels your imagination
And ignites your soul.
I know it feel heavy
Carrying the weight of the world
It can get so lonely
But know you’re not alone
So dare to dream, gentle soul
Hold on to them real tight
Let the midnight mooon reaffirm your existence,
And lift you toward the light,
Even for a moment,
Or only just for the night,
Until you finally break free, and everything feels Alright. ✨
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 3:06 PM UTC
*The moon talks to me, he listens to my long sobs of hopless relationships
I discovered this only a few nights ago while listening to the sky's gentle lips
sky, she played with me craydelled me throughout the day
yet when moon arrived he made it feel as light as may
i could not tell anyone about my parents, they were too special to me
well that was before they sent me to flee
i always knew they would look out for me protect me love me
but they let me down when i needed help most
they let me be pinned up against the post
they hit me repeatedly but i knew there were worst
i trusted them with my most inner thoughts but now i have a curse
the curse which emerges when one asks for trust
mooon and sky were supost to help me, i trusted them the most
they left me stranded on the sandy coast*
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
deepening like the darkness of the mooon
your handsome beauty fascinates & enthralls me
pure alabaster skin cloaks your heavenly body
eyes as rich as beautiful crimson jewels
hair as lustrious & entrancing as the ebony shade of charcoal
your soul dances in the corridors of time
your heart stone cold but inside, hurting and softened by the grace of humanity
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC