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"volcano" poems
I...I love you. That is the only way i can dis scribe this, i love it when you kiss me, your lips are soft, and gentle, no ones kissed my like this before. you say you love me, and my heart roars, its a gushing volcano of hot lava. you touch, plants gardens. your eyes, big, beautiful, Russet , orbs, i cant look away. the way you look at me, speaks a language, without words. You are Virgo , and i a Gemini. you are kind. and loving. i cant let you out of my head. BOOM you broke my heart. the way you kissed me was terrible the volcano is inactive the garden is a decay of mold, chopped trees, and weeds your eyes are the color of **** and now everything is silent. I can't believe i let you in. at least i didn't give you anything important. its just a heart nothing special.
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
I can't.
Anxiety is like a volcano Once your emotions build up too high It all explodes And its just like a volcano Because its so hard to make it stop
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
Anxiety
he was her world, her whole life depends on him. She didn't care about the ups and downs, hell or disaster. He was her happiness. but he didn't pay attention to any of it. For him, she was dull, empty and raw. Like she was the core of the earth or even the asteroids—a pest to the universe. for him, she was madness. their feelings are both opposite. it was like hate and love trying to bond each other. like a volcano erupting but it was insanely beautiful. the more you hate, the more you love—a myth from our ancestors. hopefully destiny can find true love. hopefully he will realize how pure and lovely she is. hopefully they find true love to each other.
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 6:27 AM UTC
metal and non metal
As the glorious LION Stands strong in stature Radiating with a presence Of Absolute rule The air washed with A bristly respect A natural pride Beams with  beauty He guards the gateway to truth and only the brave may enter He is the king that needs no crown as he holds a royal presence as he sits in his golden coat and main Lies spark combust just bounce off dissolve in all his shine. As broken men become renewed Their fractured parts Collect in the melting *** Of the Lion's  stare As they are engulfed and swallowed In the reservoirs of his strength As the many wounded souls Find themselves restored In his majestic presence As he rattles the very fabric Of this world There is no procrastinating belly Exposed by a lackluster display No one insults his strength By creating a make believe world Or covers him with scaffolding so That they may alter him For he is the finished article And he is never held up or supported With anyone's emotional ropes or strings For he no ones puppet He is never silenced By the Strangle hold of this world Tightened with a multitude of gestures For I hear his ROAR!!!!!!!! His explosive self expression As his throat bursts and beams like the sun Breaking all collars, and his tongue is freed As a thousand trap doors Open up in him   And boulders are lifted and rocks are shattered within the sound of his voice. His Soft pads of silent stealth Gather for all his wealth As the power of his pounce Is governed by both his strength Of spirit and the honesty With which he meets the earth For he owns all of his own pain And paces and growls to warn Away any who seek to steal his fresh **** And diminish him with pretty lies For he owns all his space As it feeds his strength As somewhere in the fury of feasting Lionesses and Lions   We find our freedom For his power explodes like a volcano When his soul meets the earth   As he shakes off all avoidance To seek only truth As streaks of white light And pure Gold glisten in the SUN As the world's projections Reflect and bounce off him There is so much to learn From a beautiful LION
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
LION
As the glorious LION Stands strong in stature Radiating with a presence Of Absolute rule The air washed with A bristly respect A natural pride Beams with  beauty He guards the gateway to truth and only the brave may enter He is the king that needs no crown as he holds a royal presence as he sits in his golden coat and main Lies spark combust just bounce off dissolve in all his shine. As broken men become renewed Their fractured parts Collect in the melting *** Of the Lion's  stare As they are engulfed and swallowed In the reservoirs of his strength As the many wounded souls Find themselves restored In his majestic presence As he rattles the very fabric Of this world There is no procrastinating belly Exposed by a lackluster display No one insults his strength By creating a make believe world Or covers him with scaffolding so That they may alter him For he is the finished article And he is never held up or supported With anyone's emotional ropes or strings For he no ones puppet He is never silenced By the Strangle hold of this world Tightened with a multitude of gestures For I hear his ROAR!!!!!!!! His explosive self expression As his throat bursts and beams like the sun Breaking all collars, and his tongue is freed As a thousand trap doors Open up in him   And boulders are lifted and rocks are shattered within the sound of his voice. His Soft pads of silent stealth Gather for all his wealth As the power of his pounce Is governed by both his strength Of spirit and the honesty With which he meets the earth For he owns all of his own pain And paces and growls to warn Away any who seek to steal his fresh **** And diminish him with pretty lies For he owns all his space As it feeds his strength As somewhere in the fury of feasting Lionesses and Lions   We find our freedom For his power explodes like a volcano When his soul meets the earth   As he shakes off all avoidance To seek only truth As streaks of white light And pure Gold glisten in the SUN As the world's projections Reflect and bounce off him There is so much to learn From a beautiful LION
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The sadness of losing It's what's left It was so true to love you It happened but I would love you ... I would love ... Come here. Let me show you I want to see Maybe the hours ... Or the mountains ... perhaps words, I do not know Maybe _ love ... I stopped saying. Stopped. I resigned to love ... the gods... The flowers, Kielos, bit me when i pulled them To love you Was like pulling a flower I made you swan The gods made me volcano
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
The swan and the Volcano
I remember the history well: The soldiers and politicians emerged With briefcases and guns And celebrations on city nights. They scoured the mess Reviewed our history Saw the executions at dawn Then signed with secret policemen And decided something Had to be done. They scoured the mess Resurrected old blue-prints Of vicious times Tracked the shapes of sinking cities And learned at last That nothing can be avoided And so avoided everything. I remember the history well. 2 We emerged from our ******* mounds Discovered a view of the sky As the air danced in heat. Through the view of the city In flames, we rewound times Of executions at beaches. Salt streamed down our brows. Everywhere stagger victims of rigged elections Monolithic accidents on hungry roads The infinite web of ethnic politics Power-dreams of fevered winds. The nation was a map stitched From the grabbing of future flesh And became a rush through Historical slime 3 We emerged on edge Of time future With bright fumes From burning towers. The fumes lit political rallies. We started a war Ended it And dreamed about our chance. Fat fish eat little fish Big ones arrange executions And armed robberies. Our ******* shapes us all. I remember the history well. The tiger’s snarl is bought In currencies of silence. Eggs grow large: A monstrous face is hatched. On the edge of time future I am a boy With running sores Of remember history Watching the stitches widen Waiting for the volcano’s laughter In the fevered winds Hearing the gnash Of those who will join us At the mighty gateways With new blue-prints With dew as seal And fire as constant And a trail through time past To us Who remember the history well. We weave words on red And sing on the edge of blue. And with our nerves primed We shall spin silk from ******* And frame time with our resolve. ________ Source: http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria.shtml
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On Edge of Time Future
I remember the history well: The soldiers and politicians emerged With briefcases and guns And celebrations on city nights. They scoured the mess Reviewed our history Saw the executions at dawn Then signed with secret policemen And decided something Had to be done. They scoured the mess Resurrected old blue-prints Of vicious times Tracked the shapes of sinking cities And learned at last That nothing can be avoided And so avoided everything. I remember the history well. 2 We emerged from our ******* mounds Discovered a view of the sky As the air danced in heat. Through the view of the city In flames, we rewound times Of executions at beaches. Salt streamed down our brows. Everywhere stagger victims of rigged elections Monolithic accidents on hungry roads The infinite web of ethnic politics Power-dreams of fevered winds. The nation was a map stitched From the grabbing of future flesh And became a rush through Historical slime 3 We emerged on edge Of time future With bright fumes From burning towers. The fumes lit political rallies. We started a war Ended it And dreamed about our chance. Fat fish eat little fish Big ones arrange executions And armed robberies. Our ******* shapes us all. I remember the history well. The tiger’s snarl is bought In currencies of silence. Eggs grow large: A monstrous face is hatched. On the edge of time future I am a boy With running sores Of remember history Watching the stitches widen Waiting for the volcano’s laughter In the fevered winds Hearing the gnash Of those who will join us At the mighty gateways With new blue-prints With dew as seal And fire as constant And a trail through time past To us Who remember the history well. We weave words on red And sing on the edge of blue. And with our nerves primed We shall spin silk from ******* And frame time with our resolve. ________ Source: http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria.shtml
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I am an erupting volcano Spewing passion Spewing rage Burning those nearby I erupt I burn I die My ashes will remain Asphyxiating those nearby
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
I am a Volcano
1748 The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan— Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale Jehovah told to her Can human nature not survive Without a listener? Admonished by her buckled lips Let every babbler be The only secret people keep Is Immortality.
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The reticent volcano keeps
Breathing fire, from below, Spitting a molten soul skywards, Flinging pumice, ash, and fear, The angry Vulcan casts,   His ever darkening shadow cross, As the timely reminder , of The fragility of this existence. © Nick Strong 2014
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
Volcano
I feel like a volcano, that will erupt. The lava isn’t cooling, it’s just heating up. The lightest wind, will blow me off. The most little rain, will drown me in. The lightening strikes, my so called soul. And thunder will, deafen me from my core. Walking in this darkness, I can see no more. Walking in this darkness, I can see no more.
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
Volcano.
First touch First kiss,  bliss I lick my lips The tension releases This feeling I feel A sickness This desire builds All this touching Still can't get my fill Craving that look Of passion in your eyes Your disguise, The satisfaction Of friction,  sweat Dripping between crevaces Following the path The moisture leaves a trail To the bottom of the ocean Explosion Keep going To the flame inside It burns,  for you Steady and hard I feel this hunger Quench my thirst A slow and soft kiss, First Then it's just enough The volcano erupts Fall down,  bliss It all started With one sweet kiss
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
One Kiss **** Sunday)
bon scott plays up a VOLCANO IN GUATEMALA you see i start a partying in the night today we are rocking and a rolling, yeah party, yeah ya see we bring that volcano down to gualamala yeah it’s about as cool as eating a banana rock, ****** rock this volcano made ‘em rock bring this party to the other end and rock guatemala, is rocking tonight with malt and lava is a rocking all night long you see the house is a rocking, don’t bother knocking yeah we will party, party we shall rock this volcano, wreck the old life, WOW i am going to get my spirit, and shake it down there make all the people guatemala grin and ****** bare and now i welcome slim dusty, i would love to have a beer with him we drink in moderation dude, but our future, looks quite dim yeah, we’ll drink in the town and country dudes the people of guatemala feel distraught cause we sent a big volcano, dude, from jupiter moon, that’s right you see now we bring robert palmer in how can it be permissible, oh yeah this volcano in guatemala is unstoppable, ha i wish there were ways to end it yeah i would grab a methane and top it on ya, yeaH It’s a strange occurrence first, it’s ****** hot, oh yer it really destroys guatemala, dude the volcano is simply unstoppable the walls are are shaking, the floor is melting ya see, yeah we are covered in lava, and feel like ya melting then i get up and look around, and i look up and see a volcano thrashing guatemala ya see the volcano shook this town all night long we’ll party on all night long and then i get down and look around, to see if nobody has tipped methane on slim you are hayley from bratayley you are cool, the coolest dude around i get up, and we’ll party down, we’ll drink ‘em down then the old old man let’s out a big big frown and i see barry allan as he walks past, i said come in bas boy, party on and i tip a methane smoothie on barry, which shook the town of guatemala all night long the methane shook it all night long then slim dusty said, i will get a baked potato baked potato toast and jam jupiter shook the guatemala volcano all night long, my dear slim then said, watch bratayley, for me with new families, peter sergeant from canberra and ivy gimbert and ivy and peter walked in and said, would you stop singing it up here cause we need some COOL, for earth baked potato baked potato, uhhhh baked potato and then bon scott came up and said, PARTY PARTY, and rock guatemala, while your at it, OK AND we’ll keep this party rolling guatemala volcano malt and lava
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
party on jupiter volcano in central USA, same difference
bon scott plays up a VOLCANO IN GUATEMALA you see i start a partying in the night today we are rocking and a rolling, yeah party, yeah ya see we bring that volcano down to gualamala yeah it’s about as cool as eating a banana rock, ****** rock this volcano made ‘em rock bring this party to the other end and rock guatemala, is rocking tonight with malt and lava is a rocking all night long you see the house is a rocking, don’t bother knocking yeah we will party, party we shall rock this volcano, wreck the old life, WOW i am going to get my spirit, and shake it down there make all the people guatemala grin and ****** bare and now i welcome slim dusty, i would love to have a beer with him we drink in moderation dude, but our future, looks quite dim yeah, we’ll drink in the town and country dudes the people of guatemala feel distraught cause we sent a big volcano, dude, from jupiter moon, that’s right you see now we bring robert palmer in how can it be permissible, oh yeah this volcano in guatemala is unstoppable, ha i wish there were ways to end it yeah i would grab a methane and top it on ya, yeaH It’s a strange occurrence first, it’s ****** hot, oh yer it really destroys guatemala, dude the volcano is simply unstoppable the walls are are shaking, the floor is melting ya see, yeah we are covered in lava, and feel like ya melting then i get up and look around, and i look up and see a volcano thrashing guatemala ya see the volcano shook this town all night long we’ll party on all night long and then i get down and look around, to see if nobody has tipped methane on slim you are hayley from bratayley you are cool, the coolest dude around i get up, and we’ll party down, we’ll drink ‘em down then the old old man let’s out a big big frown and i see barry allan as he walks past, i said come in bas boy, party on and i tip a methane smoothie on barry, which shook the town of guatemala all night long the methane shook it all night long then slim dusty said, i will get a baked potato baked potato toast and jam jupiter shook the guatemala volcano all night long, my dear slim then said, watch bratayley, for me with new families, peter sergeant from canberra and ivy gimbert and ivy and peter walked in and said, would you stop singing it up here cause we need some COOL, for earth baked potato baked potato, uhhhh baked potato and then bon scott came up and said, PARTY PARTY, and rock guatemala, while your at it, OK AND we’ll keep this party rolling guatemala volcano malt and lava
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I am a tempest,      the most violent of      winds whipping around      without concern for any      who surround me.  I am a volcano,      the lava of my emotions       exploding up and over      to seep throughout      every nook and crevice.  I am a typhoon,      my gale force winds      showing mercy to      neither sea nor land as      I rip-roar over it all.  And you…      you are the halcyon tranquility      I've been searching for      all along, the serenity needed       to calm my frenzied turbulence      with but a stroke of your lips,      leaving me breathless and      my winds settled at long last.
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
The Calm After
Kiss me, hold me, feel me, feel it... This intense throbbing aching lust of love. Am I too alluring? Can you feel me inside of you? ******* you relentlessly. How hard are you? Is your mind awake? Can you feel a hole being drilled through it? Am I passionate? Am I seducing you to these pleasures that you cannot resist? Irresistible, faint to the touch. To satisfy, you cannot resist the urge. It's pushing through every promise and memory you've ever had. I'm not like the others... You've loved, you've ****** But have you had your earth shaken like a magnitude of an explosive volcano that boils to the top. A flaming ridden peak of desire that never burns out. It's aching.... you're about to explode. Don't, feel it linger instead ...... Are you breathing heavy? Are you shaking, I swear you have never met someone like me before. Call me baby... Papi... Don't love me too hard, I might just leave. Ssssshhh.... It's just a mind ****
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Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 11:01 AM UTC
Seductive Enchantress
my blood boils over the edge as every word that spills from your lips is volcanic ash piercing my skin and how is one supposed to stay calm when my life has been spent bottling up way more than I can hold, this routine is getting old. I can't take the constant trembling of my upper lip and quivering of my limbs I'm not too sure how long I can hold this in. I take two steps back and inhale deep but it's still not enough to help me rid of these demons that won't let me sleep. Every ******* waking moment is spent fighting a war I didn't sign up for. I was involuntarily shipped out to surroundings unknown and places unseen in my mind is only chaos and blatant disorder. So **** the fact I can't think clear enough to jot down the words exploding from my mind, but I have a right to explode... I have kept my cool for far too long. My mental stability will be revolutionized, I have the right to do so.
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
Volcano.
i you say i am honestly not the same person i say one day i woke up honest and i do not know how to undo experience my own eyes and ears and nose and mouth cannot be undone at the moment how do you do it? push that pressure to the back of your mind like that how do you all manage to laugh with a straight face at things that you know aren't really funny i can't fathom it. where you go when you are stomping and ripping and ****** and jeering and laughing and running it's exhausting to watch you ii i apologize if it doesn't make sense that i can't play along but playing along doesn't make sense i could never win a grammy with this tight lipped smile laughing at the expense of others makes me feel more like a paparazzi placating insecurities for currency leeching off the vulnerability you may not think i'm smart but i am smart enough to know this is not 'normal' and there is nothing wrong with staring at you in the rearview and saying "i wish that was really sarcasm" i'll tell you the truth and you don't have to like it and you don't have to like me and i don't have to like you because if there's one thing i know about myself it's that i don't dislike anybody until they show off their callousness hoping it's the right party trick to gain respect iii we watch comedy tv, and you are worried by the way my spine cracks when i let out a uncontrollable laugh dragging on, beginning to spill, and as i try to quell it my whole body shakes with the pressure of it bubbling inside of me you feel all of this beside of me a small volcano with a bent back quaking absorbed by pillows and flowers and cushions not quite right for you wondering why i couldn't laugh like this earlier when we were not alone everyone is looking for something more porous more willing to let in effortlessly and absorb tirelessly that can simply laugh like a stream bubbles and let go of the undercurrent yet we are sharp and uneven and course like logs and the weight of our actions carries much further being shunted downstream by tides of gravity every intention runs it's course every intention speaks volumes if you feel that in your core every day you will uncontrollably think of how every intention defines the quality of the laughter stuck in someone else's head and you will save it for things that are funny
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
honesty, paparazzi, volcanoes, undercurrents
i you say i am honestly not the same person i say one day i woke up honest and i do not know how to undo experience my own eyes and ears and nose and mouth cannot be undone at the moment how do you do it? push that pressure to the back of your mind like that how do you all manage to laugh with a straight face at things that you know aren't really funny i can't fathom it. where you go when you are stomping and ripping and ****** and jeering and laughing and running it's exhausting to watch you ii i apologize if it doesn't make sense that i can't play along but playing along doesn't make sense i could never win a grammy with this tight lipped smile laughing at the expense of others makes me feel more like a paparazzi placating insecurities for currency leeching off the vulnerability you may not think i'm smart but i am smart enough to know this is not 'normal' and there is nothing wrong with staring at you in the rearview and saying "i wish that was really sarcasm" i'll tell you the truth and you don't have to like it and you don't have to like me and i don't have to like you because if there's one thing i know about myself it's that i don't dislike anybody until they show off their callousness hoping it's the right party trick to gain respect iii we watch comedy tv, and you are worried by the way my spine cracks when i let out a uncontrollable laugh dragging on, beginning to spill, and as i try to quell it my whole body shakes with the pressure of it bubbling inside of me you feel all of this beside of me a small volcano with a bent back quaking absorbed by pillows and flowers and cushions not quite right for you wondering why i couldn't laugh like this earlier when we were not alone everyone is looking for something more porous more willing to let in effortlessly and absorb tirelessly that can simply laugh like a stream bubbles and let go of the undercurrent yet we are sharp and uneven and course like logs and the weight of our actions carries much further being shunted downstream by tides of gravity every intention runs it's course every intention speaks volumes if you feel that in your core every day you will uncontrollably think of how every intention defines the quality of the laughter stuck in someone else's head and you will save it for things that are funny
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You're a volcano in winter Made when the Earth splintered Tectonic plates shifted And you were gifted The frigid air outside is subzero So you become my volcanic hero When you scorch the cold With your warmth so bold I await an eruption But there's a disruption Dormant you remain With suspicion engrained But entering your main vent Was not my main intent Yet now that I'm in your magma chamber I can see your anger You're made of lava and ash So you demand drama and cash And violently explode in a flash You've become my Krakatoa When I wish I didn't know ya Because of your grand magnitude I question my aptitude And insecurity ensues As confidence I lose I realize I've gone too far When I feel your lava discharge That pushes me into your crater The pain I feel couldn't be greater When all I see is an ashen cloud And all I hear is your lashing growl Inside of your volcano There is a tornado As sure as day glow I feel I must lay low And dodge the debris While playing referee As you're dissecting me In your burning sea That swirls in a cyclone maelstrom Hell is where it was mailed from I receive it Reprieveless I begin to drown in fire And wish to retire You think you're neat Yet despite your heat You're a cold blooded lizard But outside there's a blizzard So I get used to your volcano I can't contain my disdain though
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 6:18 AM UTC
Volcano
1677 On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot— An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought— How red the Fire rocks below— How insecure the sod Did I disclose Would populate with awe my solitude.
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On my volcano grows the Grass
gurgle, gurgle, groundcurrent unsettled, moon unseen like stars fever dreamed, dissonance for the melody maker, dissonance for the retired risk-taker, dissonance for the hips of homewreckers. civil, civil, no minutes can afford the divide, aside, to the crystal buildings and the sky's sputtering cries, compliments to your forehead's **** compliments to your forefather's rash, compliments to your aforementioned crash. the current, the current rides hot and merciless along thigh, dribbles down chins and nightgowns, dries--a permanent badge of scattered life, electroshock seeps from self-made holes, electroshock seeps from smoldering bowls, electroshock seeps from typecast roles. volcano, volcano, grumble and moan. volcano, volcano, clear cord and stroke. volcano, volcano, grieve me in ash. volcano, volcano, I've been awful bad. I've been awful bad. I've been awful bad.
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Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 11:19 AM UTC
volectric
Love, *** jump; repeat *** jump, give birth to statues excavate cities.
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC
Volcano (haiku)
A supine position upon my bed and a slow turning of my head I look out through my window and by chance LISTEN!! Hearing the howling and chilling desultory gusts of wind Noticing seemingly deceptive immutable muffled grey-white low hanging clouds enveloping everything in its heavenly path with coinciding feelings of being enclosed, a slight hint, the oncoming winter A sunless sky also matches the early November mood as virtually motionless elongated pearl-grey-clouds having distinct wind-kissed topsy-turvy-wavy-ruffled bottoms that travel and permeate onward across the heavens These eerie vapors s t r e t c h from north to south east to west casting Buddism's grey colored shadows upon the earth below while not permitting any sky blue to peek through A distant howl and barking of a dog, my inner volcano snuffed out, the tranquilization of Hercules... Time seemingly stops altogether and hangs... ... heated feelings dissipate    into      cool nothingness...
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
November Mood
Art, unborn, aches to find form; to manifest itself. Within me it screams, while those around remain deaf to its cry. It claws to free itself from mortal chains, restless to share its vision with the world; to tell its story in verse and beauty. This art within, impatient, cannot wait. It struggles to find its voice within my finite days and world. Until at last, like a volcano, unable to restrain that voice, it erupts, and my art flows out, spilling onto paper. The words and images become solid, taking form, giving birth to the art within. Thus, completing me, quieting the cry inside.
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
THE ARTIST WITHIN
An island of ash signs of a past life Melted black rock Scars of the last breath When this land gave it's all Red hot passion spewed from its lips And swept over everything that made this land A volcano thought dormant Tried to love again Poured it's hearts out Even as the magma scorched all the good That once called this land home now marks this dead earth With this one last eruption One last confession This volcano died And took everything with it forever in torment This volcano is now forever dormant
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
Dormant Volcano
V-is for vowing to never drink ***** While on our voluntary vacation. We have voiced our verification In a high voltage volcano While playing volleyball And checking our voicemail. While in this void, A terrifyingly vivid ***** Who was a model for vogue In which she wore a V-neck dress, And ate all her vitamins Vocabulized with much volume, Her vow To always, Drink *****
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May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 10:16 AM UTC
V