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donate your taste
dynamite energies converge over the making of a not normal evening made even better after a few selfish types, together with the sun, have left eager eyes root through the yawning crock pot of our overly inactive room using the … Continue reading
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Tagged #poetrypoems, bliss, chillax, crazy, dance, paper, plains, poem, poems
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new irish toast
May the days get better from here, And the rough times always be smoothed out. May the storm always be followed by light and the times that you Have the darkest night be followed by the warmest sun. May the … Continue reading
momentary down time
Managing a life Organized by nature itself Making a brand new design Ending the doubt we all have Not enough space to Tied up in the dumb things a brain Will do And taught to feel better buy a pure … Continue reading
rotting ground cover
raging on the collection of lost times and awash in the cuising of deadly rot talking with yourself to coach the inner motivation in a faster way now that the frustration has given way to plastic reaction growing plants that … Continue reading
love is bleeding
Longing too have you hold me and Only your arms will do the trick Very glad to have been found by you Ending the day next to you It’s the only time I really feel alive Shifting my thoughts to … Continue reading
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Tagged #poetrypoems, all, apostrophe, bliss, bruise, chillax, crazy, dance, do
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reunion with nature
Roving out among the wild Eight minutes of readying for the hunt Using the tools that’were here Now that a purpose has been Interesting the hunger to come home Opposite the contest of trust Needing attention of the claws and … Continue reading
revelation daylight
Reaching up to the sky Effected by the sound of life Voices of all nature getting louder in my ears Easy attention on every motion that occurs Like a young owl learning what senses are after taking a break to … Continue reading
making no waves tonight
More or less Awake to a new way of thinking Keeping a really opened mind In all the ways you approach me Nothing could keep me from you… Getting through today will not be as tough Now that I know … Continue reading
smoky visions
making a choice to claim a public and private independence that the curious only see other people do but the passionate have brought out in each other often like a watchful eager hunter and user when they see a cursor … Continue reading
remit life
Re-envision the last thing I drew Edit the emotions that stood still again Multiple ways I lost my way Intense as a memory can truly be Time has a way of coming back around Lists that are now a template … Continue reading