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wayne mockler Mar 2019
journey to snow moutain
journey to snow moutain
We all wake up in this great palace of ice and look around for the man to appear. I turn towards lieutenant megs to comfort her and the ice figure appears in strange clothing dressed like a wizard.

He stands  in front of us and says he is the ice wizard and wants to leads us through the ice forest  towards a place called snow mountain.

We all walk out through the palace and into the cold winter of the ice world.  The wizard tells us to follow him down a pathway of ice towards the gates of frozen eternity.

I start to walk along the path with lieutenant megs and the horses following the ice wizard  moving through ice trees with  snow leaves hanging down from our heads.  

The wizard leads us through the path towards the gate of eternity  and we all enter into the  core of the ice forest.  I turn towards lieutenant megs and comfort her with protective arms.  

We all walk through the forest  being lead by the wizard of  ice and into the cauldron of terror.  Walking through the forest of snow  we hear sounds coming deep  from the forest  depths  and see a large figure coming towards us.

The wizard tells us to run fast towards  an ice covering in the forest because the ice dragon has seen us.  We  hide in the  forest  and are protected by the horses force field until the ice  dragon has passed  .  The wizard warns us if the dragon see us we will be frozen by the dragons fire of ice  and never return home.

After a few minutes  we move on through the ice forest  and reach the gate of snow mountain but see other figures  watching us in the cold  sun of ice city.  The figures appear to be  ice  bears  with large ice teeth and green eyes  glare at our bodies with extreme intent

The ice wizard gives us a special key of ice to  open the gates but we struggle to open it because the lock is frozen stiff with the ice. The horses blow hot air from their mouths onto the key and it glows red  and ready  to  open the gates.  We enter into snow mountain and see  mystical place of ice beauty snow covered landscape.


The wizard waves to us  goodbye saying  be very aware and tells the horses to protect us from the perils of snow mountain  The wizard then waves at us and moves up into the frozen sky flying across the ice cold  sky and back to his home at ice palace.

We look up at ice mountain before laying down  and resting  wondering what will happen to us while we move up the  massive mountain of snow  that leads high above the clouds and into space

written by wayne mockler
ownership  copyright wayne mockler
#snow
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS Nov 2014
hedgehogs adventure
there was a little hedgehog adventure bound was he
and a mountain climber he just long to be
he took a trip to everest to see the mountain there
standing very tall  high up in the air.

he took along his tent  climbing ropes and all
up the big high moutain he began to crawl
using all his skill he began to climb
hedgehog took it slow he just took his time.

climbing up the face having lots of fun
he was really happy his adventure had begun
hedgehog he kept going till at the top was he
now he could be famous go down in history.

he had done the thing that he long to do
to be a moutaineer and be famous too.
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jeffrey robin Nov 2013
Friday in the cafeteria
Mountain dominion

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She struts her suicidal  world with well practiced authority

She is the Queen of Cut
In the insane cult

Of the morbidly infantile
Cheap release

•••

She has a home

\\

The mountains are Too Free

///

And bid her also  follow

To where the sky and the waters meet

And she won't go there!

There's something there that she must know

She who claims to know

Everything !

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Images of sages

Of mystical children

Mythical beasts

••

She fondles her tarot blade

Her ***** she calls

MY BOYFRIEND'!

He hurt her so!

(That is ---- the battery went dead!)

••

Mountain dominion


Tomorrow


Real

••

Only truth

SHE LIVES  IN HER MIRROR BROKEN AND SMALL

she don't want no truth at all!

••

MOUTAIN DOMINION

(Calls)

I ll meet you by the waterfall
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Brea Brea May 2013
we are desired for being rare
I wanna kiss it
but its so hard
not sure how to bring it against my lips
and then my fingers up and slip
So soft
the place you make between my shoulders as they stand
the truth in your presence
the defautl in your eyes
unlike the lovely demise
in the powerful
but full of histories of deciet and self succumed lies
in a cloud on a pillar high
this is where I thought I might die
but death isnt the only escape
when beauty surrounds you from your mistakes
filters in through your insides
it leads you to a moutain top so high
the snow fall cleans you of your ***** hide
kiss you touch ouy
never call you mine
because I know better

not to contain higher things
clip thier wings

I gave my heart, I gve my soul
to the wronged of those

may I rest by your side
my ribcage exposed
to the love you know
from my touch
from my gental spirit
the light from behind my eyes
that reaches and finally does it touch
you heal me inside
you slip your sweet medicine between my lips
you swindle your breateh of life
I dont fight you with my hips
into my worried eyes
I fear not
not any more
so long as you are here
I can let go of this rope
lay your worried bones next to mine
and I'll do my very best to buy us this time
may the clock stop
as it does for the dead
because we are heaven lieing in your bed

kiss me once
kiss me twice
and I'll kiss you thrice
my worries drop as does this plunder
my thoughts roll from us like defeated thunder
I hold you whole
I hold you tight
I give you the same freedom, I give you the same rights
I heard you speak
of whats in your head
I'm smilling for the things you dont know that of which you said
fumbling in your sleep
you craddle my crown
as I dose myself in the sweet silent sound

I am fawn white
I am pure irridescent light
cloaked in darkness
hidden from sight
so that the goodness might prevail
even during teh trials of night

You, with orbs in your antlers
with moons on your tongue
you dont chase me
I realize I mustnt run
The power with in you
sends me still
even so, I am reeled
for the dangers I've met
for the dreams
I stir
I feel the safety in this allure
you sparkle in my eyes
from inside you
I see us side by side
standing tall
for authority we call

together we are safe
and with tired eyes
I will keep you warm and safe
to any and all expendeture
we are fair
a deiety in of itself
we are desired for being rare
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS Apr 2014
rockies springtime
springtime in the rockies is filled with such delight
eagles fly round moutain tops such a lovely sight
mountains you can climb underneath the sun
climbing oh so high having lots of fun
lots of different things there for you to do
lots of lovely sights there for you to view
there are  grizzly bear and the elk and moose
coyote and the deer running free and loose
lots of different creatures the greenback toad and trout
lots of things in ponds swimming all about
such a lovely place with lots of things to see
springtime in the rockies is where i long to be
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william worthless Mar 2010
my little place
theres a little cabin by a little lakethat i often visit when the holidays i takesurrounded by the woods and trees so very talland a babbling brook by a waterfallthere are lots of squirrels that are red and greyand i sit and watch them gracefully as they playthere are lots of falcons hovering in the skyand lots of eagles that are nesting near byyou can see the moutain tops and the valleys in betweenthe leaves on the pine trees so bright and very greenit would make a painting to hang upon the wallthen this little place i always will recall
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Nichole Parkman Feb 2016
"Inner Healing"
In silence you sit you stare at the wall, thinking about life trying to make sense of it all.

At what point do you realize what all you've endured, you have to close your eyes and look inside yourself for the cure.

The faces that have caused nightmares the words that have brought you to a kneel, the
pain is excruciating but this is how you heal.

Feel the hurt and anger rushing inside your heart, your one step closer but your still at the start.

Remember every word embrace all the pain, let it rain over you but dont feel one ounce of shame.

Let it all consume you take it all in, breathe in deep then let it go like the wind.

Sit inside these emotions and feelings for what they are, keep your eyes closed and bend down your guard.

Your eyes are wetter now youve began to walk up that hill, dont be scared or afraid of what you might remember hear see or feel.

As you stand on top of your mountain look down and see it all, remember the ones who abandoned you the ones who didn't care to break your fall.

Let this pain break you feel it all over again, now keep walking down this moutain your almost at the end.

Your heart is breaking your soul is tired, all the pain you feel is all over you like a burning fire.

Take a second now can you see yourself in the distances, that's the person you can be you no longer have to show residence.

Wake yourself up now open wide your eyes, you've experienced healing your no longer bound by their lies.

Your thoughts are more clear now your heart cares for the past a little less, and on your face where no hope was your smile their now is kept.

Look at that light dancing tell me can you see it, this is what you begin to notice when you experience inner healing.
This poem is VERY dear to me. I wrote it at a very bad point in my life.
#anxiety #hope #mental #health
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betterdays Mar 2018
nocturne - ish
he lies sleeping under
the sage green sheet
on his side turned away
from me and my intrusive light

the sheet is gathers about him
like grass upon the mountain range
that peaks at shoulders and hip

at tne bead head, a tangle
of jungle vines curled and intertwined
and the sound of a bear embarking
on a short winters hibernation

at the foot, ten pebbles of varying size
attached to two size eleven boulders
of a sunbrowned material
aged by sun, surf and sand
yet on the underside
a pale pink, reminiscent
of the delicate  inside
of the finest seashell

the grass on the upper reaches
of the moutain range, waves
as the wind sighes in and out
of the bear-cave mouth
and the plains of the lower
shift in small earthquake tremors
before settling in somulant torpor

when my man mountain sleeps ,he sleeps
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jeffrey conyers Sep 2012
The Mountain Top
Here I am.
At the peak of the mountain top.
Looking out at the sky.
And all the scenery.

The things you witnessed.
That you have only imagine in a dream.
It's like looking at the sky.
And seeing all the beuty of it.

Trying to point out which cloud.
Reminds you of someone.
It's the same upon the mountain top.

You notice the crafted creation of centuries.
In other words.
You get lost in many things.
When you're a top of the moutain peak.

It's  like a soar of the eagle.
With his wings spreaded out.
You're impressed.
By your personal accomplishment.
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Mr Xelle Jul 2015
Mount. Recover
Captured by love if I lose everything I hope my love will hear me
Embraced by hope I follow it to the highest Moutain.
Conceived by trust it's hard not to swim the hearts of most and find out there's no water there so I bring a cup to ur lake
A cup to your ocean...
Love to your seed,
Hope to the hopeless ones
Trust to a generation of back stabbers..
Maybe if they see my scars they will follow me to your Moutain..
Maybe..
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Sandman Feb 2018
Dandelion Snow
Sunlight cups the water wind.
Wisper the cold valley into my head.
Moutain edges cut the horizon for miles and miles.
Wet stone like charcoal
Dipped in Irish green moss
Caught in the ocean mist.
Standing in the icy creek with waterfall water washing at my skin. Light blissfully rests on my closed eye lids.
Feel the ground.
Empathy for the folds in the valley light that crawls along magnificent for infinity.
I can feel the dandelion spores.
They swing on strings and bring the clouds down.
Down.
They pick apart all the clouds until it snows.
Snow silently crystallizes leafless birch trees.
Winter flows in every direction until the creek unfreezes.
#snow #creek #boniver #clouds #cold #winter
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Gunter Nov 2010
A hearts dwelling place
The moutain peaks catch
my eye and allow me a
moment to dream

My heart longs for her
and yet I can not have her
the distance in miles
the differences in our lives
yet my heart belongs to her

I wonder as I sit here and gaze
out to the horizon
if she feels my thoughts being
cast upon her
does her skin get warmed by
the love being sent from this
distant shore

Does she feel me in the night
as my mind watches her sleep?
I smell her perfumed body
wrapped in satin sheets

A hand touches my shoulder
its my wife
she smiles and sits next to me
staring at the horizon
I could never tell her
my heart lives within
the walls of a distant place

My heart always in two
my dreams are only of you
you dwell always in this
heart of mine
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Leafar Mamede Apr 2012
My Sonnet
Getting deeper and deeper
Almost near the reaper, I write:
Getting darker and darker
I notice how brighter is the light
Reaching the bottom of this bliss
Like a bomb tearing everything apart of my sight
Drinking from the fountain of my wisdom
Made me feel like jumping off a moutain, so slight
While peering into the abyss
I didn't even thought of daring
For how deeper and darker it was
Past that, to dare, it's like a soul kiss
I might take a pause, get caught in the bay of reason
Until my body appears on shore, next to the pier of treason
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS Aug 2019
mountain music
i love it the moutains with it rocky tops
and the mountain music it just never stops
fiddles and  the banjos puts dancing in your feet
dancing all day long to the mountain beat


grandad plays guitar grandma mandolin
jake he plays the fiddle umderneath his chin
slapping and a clapping  to a moutain song
all the folks join in as they dance along

dancing  to the music to its mountain beat
males you feel alive puts dancing in your feet
good ole mountain music it just never stops
high up in the mountain with its rocky tops

grandad plays guitar grandma mandolin
jake he plays the fiddle umderneath his chin
slapping and a clapping  to a moutain song
all the folks join in as they dance along
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Tyler Cobain Jun 2014
My Be(ing)
I've spend too long deciphering
Your brave fawning exterior

Sit and drink our utopian coffee
Cleanse the fear that's inside of me
The guiding light that's befriended me
You're brilliance is other worldly

I'll have Patti Smith's peripheral
Then we can create our own immutable

There's no moutain that's too steep
There's no secret that you won't keep
The guidling light that's inspired me
You're the source of my feeling free

Beyond the muse you instill in me
I'm sure that we will ever be we

Every coffee births fantasy
Grand ideas of liberty
There is nowhere I'd rather be
Than with the one who makes me feel free
#freedom #life #coffee #happiness #friendship #help #you #support
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william worthless Mar 2010
love can move you
love can move a moutain
and melt your heart away
it can make you happy every single day
love is such a feeling that gives your heart a glow
when you have this feeling deep inside youll know
it can do so much and make the world go round
it can last forever once your love is found.
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DC raw love Jan 2015
i still love her
i come with roses to your grave threw rain or shine
with a tear drop in my eye, so sad but my hearts alive

i come to tell you, how much i love you
you were my first and you will be my last

i stand here and think of our memerious of love
so vivid, so bright, so happy, with you in my life

i built my life around you and now i'm getting older
yet my love is fresh for you and always will

i would climb a moutain, just to say i love you
and to sit by your side

i now have a snow covered life from your tears of joy above
a life of happiness, love and forgiveness in heaven

20 years later i still feel the same
it feels like the first time i said

i love you
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Ricknight May 2012
Things I have been through
I can’t tell you

what to do
and what not to
tell you ride the wave
till it crashes
why I left my land
or about the moutain
that I stand on
I can only tell you about
aim higher
when one loses
how battles left
scars
and fights
only left bruises
what it feels like
when its
me against everybody
I am glad I did
Can’t tell you how
I came through
I can only tell you about
things that I have been through

I can’t tell you
how life is unfair
I think everybody knows that
I can’t tell you to be happy
just tell about how
you can look past the negatives
just like I can’t tell
to be vegetarian
just be nicer
to the fellow human,
I can’t tell you
do you part
and the rest will follow
I can only tell you
one thing
there will be
a better tomorrow
I can’t tell you
you can win too
I can only speak
for the things
I have been through
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jeffrey robin Mar 2013
Write your own name here
Erase the puny stories from your mind
.
Come
"It's all right"
--
The miscreant images
Meaningless
Twisted and twisting
--
Your history!
(Based on a false conception of Time)
..
Your "place"
( within false images of heroes and elders)
--
Erase!
Erase!
---
--
STAND

YOU THE MIGHTY PULSING MOUTAIN
NURTURED AND NURTURING EVERYTHING!!!
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Now
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Turn the SLAVE WORLD unto FREE

*really
What else is there to do

You being who you are?
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jeffrey robin Mar 2014
after the poem falls to the floor
(    X    )
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Caint go THERE no mo'

Ain't no love there no how

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We ran together the fields

We swam naked
The stream

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Then we grew up like fools

••

we sold the mountains of pure soul

For the praise of false friends

••

We spoke of understanding past deeds

...... Of finally choosing

To make amends

••

Then we played the same games

Ended up in shame -- again

••

Caint go there -- no mo'

Ain't no love there -- no how

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Try to find that open field

Try to swim that stream again

Try to find you

And ask you
To

Come with me

To climb that MOUTAIN to our soul

To simply become a human being

I hope that we are not too late

Oh god! I hope it's not too late
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áéíóúü Nov 2014
adding you.
"Everyday will be the day and every night will be lonely. Everyday I will see you there and I never say a word to you.  I love you so silently.  My mother said if I loved you I would dare to day your name out loud. I love you so but I'm afraid.  I'm afraid of you. Afraid you'll reject me, avoid my lips, your name on my breath. My mother said if I loved you I'd cross a moutain, i can't I'm not strong enough for that, for you. I'd rather deal with the pain of losing what could have been rather than what was."
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matthew scott harris Nov 2017
Yule tide pageant merry go round
Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style
breathe prez sense frostily exaled aired
per millennia athwart
(this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth)

two plus seventeen carousel rides resonated
veritable pantheon of pagan rituals
and quirky superstitions lit
(akin to a lit Christmass tree)
starry eyed imagination

as catalyst viz **** Sapiens
furrowed stern brow of forehead
aft stemmed whilst Santa oft puzzling
(allocating suitable gifts)

inducing him to tug thought generating beard
pondering, whence agents provocateurs
receive just desserts
fueled hodge podge, mished mashed, helter skelter

eclectic December twenty fifth
encompassing tens of thousands previous generations
bred despacito fixtures via paganism,
Manicheaism, Jainism, et cetera
ancient brutish credos, ethos, faiths

brewed nebulous concoction
within mindset of early mankind
loose confection, confederation, conglomeration
indiscriminately torquing, vetting, whetting
disparate constituent beliefs

contagion wrought spirit paradigm
inculcating oral tradition Madonna and child
occupying high chair
whereat superstitions birthed patchwork
comprising divergent ensemble heralding

tender petsmart impact, where world wide web populated
with sacrificial pacification sans deity
via oblation, immolation, flagellation appeasing *******
borrow wing, vis a vis amalgamated viz Roman sol invictus
wrought fiery brimstone tempting those who dared
assert contrary fledgling jambalaya outlook
provoking regally supreme sacerdotal wiseman

punishing opposing incorporating
novel modus operandi explaining sacrilegious worship
such heretics pitched headlong
into fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re:
decking the halls of the moutain king,

whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via springling angel dust
(actually cremated remains of malefactors
stripped of habiliments) during bleak winter

unwittingly interweaving nascent (futuristic)
formally codified bona fied religions
unknowingly, tacitly, silently rendering
quintessential premises obliging
layperson to foreswear locally rooted secular treatises

trounced, trumpeted unction voided
wishy washy antithetical blind faith coalescing edicts
over course of time became established
Greco-Roman imposed group think
disallowing cynics,

diametrically emerging fanatics, skeptics
who (if he/she did not recant
recalcitrant reccommended recourse
faced torture amidst throng of madding crowd

as entertainment and forewarning gall
asper those who held steadfast dissimilar views
taught since birth, when citizenry reared
as just a little drummer boy/ girl pipsqueak

taught to stay the course (sans straight and true)
bound without freedom to express contrary aspects
of ways and whyfores, which controlled each green day
and silent night, wherefore unimaginable ogres

lined straying hip cats
eventually ensnared within warpath,
whence law of the land lend scimitar to smite
any mortal man, woman or child with flaming torches
licking the heretical body electric,
while defiant individuals
left to burn into decimated
charcoal blackened, ashen corpse.
#random #influences #wrought #christmas
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS May 2014
mountaineering duck
there was a litttle duck he loved the mountains so
and to climb the highest one he would have a go.
he took a trip to everest as big as big can be
to climb up to the top and go down in history.

he packed his little tent some torches that were bright
and a little lantern so he could see at night
took some wooly jumpers. to keep out the cold
colors very bright and very very bold.

packed up lots food so he could have a feed
climbing up a mountain is hungry work indeed.
he had every thing a clock to tell the time
now the time had come to begin his climb.

he started on his way up the moutain side
with his safety harness in case he had a slide.
when ever he got tired he took a rest and then
get himself together and start off again
.
he was having fun it gave him such a thrill
he was used to climbing and had so much skill
duck he reached the top his climbing was complete
feeling very hungry  decided he would eat
then pitched up his tent to rest his weary head
then fell fast asleep in his little bed.

now would be famous just like he long to be
a little climbing duck that made history.
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Matt Mar 2016
First I Go Here Then I Go There (First I Do This Then I Do That)
First I went
To the shower

And then to
The kitchen

And then I went
To the car

Then to the job site
And then I
Went to the gym

Then I went home
Then I watched a movie

First I went here
And then I went here

First I did this
Then I did that

As you can see
This is all
One big matrix program

FIrst I go here
Then I go there

Then I do this
Then I do that

I see sunsets
But usually not sunrises

I go on walks
In moutain suburbs

First I go here
And then I go there

Then I do this
Then I do that

I see birds flying
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Matt Mar 2015
Troubling Times
All Employees
Of The Russian embassy in London
Have left the UK

High ranking Russians
Are being taken to underground command centers

Putin has not been seen in the last week
It is likely he is in the Yamantau moutain complex

I hope
There isn't a big war
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tom krutilla Sep 2014
this mountain peak
Oh, my mind is at peace, atop this moutain peak
the air so crisp and clear, it renders me weak
looking at the horizon, and illusion captures me
a silhouette of you dancing, to the night to be

so vibrant is your sway and the lightness of your feet
bouncing effortlessly from each star you meet
a gentle touch from your fingers lets them twirl so sweet
as they twinkle and wink, for all of us to see

up here my thoughts are vacant, the debris is down there
my smile is wide, yet the corners drip tears
and up here I try to reach you, to comfort your fears
I guess what I'm really saying, I wish you were still here
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS Mar 2018
eagles on mourne
i watched the eagles fly on the moutains of mourne
along the mountain side in the early dawn
hovering high above flying wild and free
with there sense of freedom watching over me

with the mountain dew scattered all around
across the mountain side covering the ground
high up in the sky hovering high above
warms my soul inside fills my heart with love

brings a sense of freedom makes you want to smile
takes away your worries if only for a while
floating in the sky as gentle as can be
flying with such grace with a life so free

such a peaceful feeling fills your heart with pride
puts your mind at ease warms you up inside
flying over head  high up in the sky
watching over me as they gently fly

all along the mountains in the early dawn
flying wild and free bringing in the morn
with the mountain dew scattered all around
across the moutain side covering the ground

with there sense of freedom flying wild and free
fills your heart with love warms the soul in me
flying over head  high up in the sky
watching over me as they gently fly
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forestfaith Jul 2018
Do you?
Even I hear the sounds of silence in your bedroom.
I hear the ever noisy silence ringing outside the cracks of the window.
I am tearing up inside, losing control.
I clenched my fists and buried myself in my moutain of comfort on the fabrics of your bed.
I am trying to stay happy, to talk to you.
But I was afraid to shout, afraid to let the monster in the cage out.
Do you hear me?
As I stand in silence like the wind?
Do you hear me through the Spears and knives of your hurt words?
Do you....?
Please hear me out...
#doyou #listen #attention #helpme #help
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Mr Xelle Nov 2014
Am I still alive...?
All my life it's been a struggle,
Just to give up things that lead to destruction.

Been working on my brain,
Cause that night when I touched you
My lips became a flame but over the years i found the water.

I search by any means that means my life's corrupted not talking bout the fall I'm talking bout the Moutain...I walk when I can't speak I run when I can't hear I slow down for week just to feel my heart thumpin.
Sorry if I breath just making sure if I'm still alive.
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The Dedpoet Aug 2017
All I See
And it is a war of Worlds of worlds,
My mind versus you.
In the flow of the river
I began as a drop
Filtered at the edge of the moutain
Becoming what a perfect intention
Usually flowers into.
At the precious moment
I left an eternity of thought.
And all i see has passed me by
When the present was gifted
And abnormaly
Absent from minds eye.
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Tawanda Mulalu Oct 2017
Poem.
Better now than never
They said

I wouldn't know

Some things don't sing

Some things don't quite sing the same

(To be honest
Some of the black songs
I cannot dance to
At least not with them.
Mother, please, it is my right.
I will survive
Even
If
Ain't no moutain
High enough)

Don't let me catch you singing again
Don't let me catch you singing like this again
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS Feb 2020
when the eagles fly
i watched the eagles fly on the moutains of mourne
along the mountain side in the early dawn
hovering above flying wild and free
with there sense of freedom watching over me

with the mountain dew scattered all around
across the moutain side covering the ground
high up in the sky hovering high above
warms my soul inside fills my heart with love

brings a sense of freedom makes you want to smile
takes away your worries if only for a while
flying over head as gentle as can be
flying with such grace fying wild and free

such a peaceful feeling fills your heart with pride
puts your mind at ease warms you up inside
flying over head  high up in the sky
watching over me as they gently fly

all along the mountains in the early dawn
flying wild and free bringing in the morn
with the mountain dew scattered all around
across the moutain side covering the ground

with there sense of freedom flying wild and free
fills your heart with love warms the soul in me
flying over head  high up in the sky
watching over me as they gently fly
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Heart of secrets Nov 2017
9....
So' have you ever met a witch,
And no not the ones who wear pointy hats and carry brooms sticks.
The one who skin is cold as ice and gives you goosebumps every time she touches your flesh.
Her eyes burn fire and warm your heart' and your body feels like it might erupt.
She'll dance around you and laugh and sing.
Like she worships you' sacrfies you and  heals you all at once.
And when it comes time for love making'
when the moon reaches it highest peak in the sky.
She focuses souly on you,
She grazes your hair
She touches your lips
Her cold hands flow down your body like moutain water.
And smokes where your fire burns.
She releases your pain'
she feels you pain.
She holds your pain
She comforts your pain
She heals your pain.
Then she makes love to your mended heart.
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Adrian alvarez Sep 2018
I'll be waiting
As I sat up today to began my day the pressure of anxiety has either become numb or slowly decest. unwanting Smiles have become the quickest way to blind this discomfort "I'm ok, im ok" repeats more in my head than the signals sent to respire. Time spent looking down has dulled my sense of color no longer able to identify the difference between them. Black and white is now it's outcome. Unwanted, wanted alarms has me walking to find each nights sky as if then I would regain  anything from this discolored vision. Days back sitting on top of the moutain I've gaind loved for the sunlight. Unable to look directly in its direction without my eyes flickering, old memorys grant me it's true identity. Wind with out obstruction is unsettling . I fear with out bricks I can no longer build a wall around myself. Having my guard down for this long has me feeling like a knight without armer. My collection of keys has not open the doors to the great beyond. I wish to meet you there. Without thought I walked down a familiar path only this time the once beautiful garden has become a dark swamp. The lack of care would do this. As I scream in anger a tear builds and reflects a light quickly looking for what I've lost I see it. But the swamp deepins and the mud thickens and I began to understand this path no longer belongs for me. So you stay bight without light, loud with out sound, alive around death your the only wild orchid in my ugly swamp.

Finding things to distract myself have become a necessity no longer a want. I've been stuck on many things but having to be brave to get down a mountain has gained my love. A craving for a thoughtless mind had become an addiction. Impulsively I've begin to repeat the same movements but expecting a different outcome so I go higher up the mountain each day.  Somehow it's been someone  was always  needed to be by side but that perception has faded once I get down with a smile on my face. I can't imagine a day without these moments of silence. With a theory of Dizzy legs in the seas legs become strong. Easy knees different balance it's not hard to gain control. I now flow with the wind once I found it's direction it's become music that hasn't moved me. Without keys without bricks without armer you'll have to climb this mountain to try and hurt me. (Title)
Part II
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