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Woodland Music

Hiking along the Lamprey River
we listened to the larks and crows,
to the leaves of birch and willow quiver,
and a thousand and one piccolos
of hot and bothered vernal peepers
merged with the warbling of brown creepers.
A distant but persistent din
began to brashly muscle in,
breaking the woodland’s jocund chorus—
a mystifying hive-like hum.
We wondered where it issued from.
We thought the mountain would restore us,
reinvigorate our ears
with mountain magic, souvenirs

Ressurections

two blind mice in a treacherous maze which walls are hollow which dead ends lead to pain, movements trace the branches of lightning trial and error trees veins the path of least resistance is one not chosen embrace the darkness below your feet tap your toes to silences beat rejoice on the ashes for carbon returns perhaps in similar or unknown form.

Something Spiritual

I see leaves on the ground wrinkling
Painted with vivid strokes while crinkling
Blood red, splashing orange, divine green
And milk chocolate brown, all so serene
I see the waves making a mighty roar
With raindrops cleansing my every pore
I’m standing on the ground taking in the air
As the Sun shines bright like a solar flare
Night time comes and twinkling stars appear
Planets and constellations seem so clear
I hope that all of this would last for the ages
Though things come to an end like near stages
For now my soul is ripe with euphoric peace

Vagabond

Walking here, down these streets, seeing faces I'll never meet. Abandoned, I, my home so dear; these busy streets have no cheer. Running, fleeing, left my home, searching what I hadn't know. Searching, seeking, now I find, what I run from is my mind.

The Cult of Trump

The Cult of Trump By Ramona Thompson The times have changed and sadly the lambs to the slaughter have been led Hell has sent its best and so now the brain washing in earnest can begin Everywhere you look an army of mindless zombies follow his lead Can we stand by idle and simply watch as he takes over the world brain by willing brain? Understand if you can that this man wears many different masks rather meeting with friend or foe Lingering under none of them is a kind and gentle human being fit to be president The devil inside him crackles with glee as the wool is pulled over yet another vict

Thunderclaps

Was my bed shaking at the thunder's bark Just a frightening gust of fantasy Or do things upon the earth all quake When the voices in the sky say "tremble"? Was the rain that drained the soil From the pots I never bothered bringing in Just a figment or a consequence? Will I wake to find the wind was just a dream? Is that pity knocking on my door? I'll wait a bit to rise and see – A moment, hours, until dawn And dawn again until the end And wait until I’m free.

the sun blinds us all

our love is courage, and maybe it is God, like my body could never be on its own. we hold the line, and we fend off the world together, but still, cold stares and hot glares keep our fingers from intertwining where eyes can see us. there are some who ask, “how can you be afraid of what you are?” we manage, i want to say. it is easy to fear what you do not understand, even when it comes from your own bones, and your own heart. and it is so easy to fall in love when your love is forbidden. my mother used to tell me that one day, i would marry man who loved me very much. i wanted to tell her that

Leave

Cast me away and throw me aside. Fall through the halls to land where you hide. Disregard my success and shut down my needs. My mind is tired and my aching heart bleeds. Everything is wrong, try as I may. I know I am nothing. I know I am weak. My body sinks into the floor so I cannot leave. I twitch and I cry but I cannot leave. All is stiff but I feel I am fainting I can't hear my breath but I know I am panting. My ears ring and the world loses shapes.. I have no reason. I am lazy. I get up because a headache pounds me back. But even in color the world seems black.
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