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WandererHeavy steps bounce off the ground
Singing not a single sound
As they play through a moonlit forest
Forever to the woods I'm bound
Purple flowers dot the vines
In twisting golden lit designs
Illuminating a path to see
Not staying to such small confines
I'll keep this path 'twill forever wander
My thoughts I'll keep to think and ponder
Just me alone to take the dare
I will not hear no singing responder
I'll travel through weathers of dark and bright
embracing these woods that give no fright
I'll sleep in the shadows of dusk and dawn
And wake to the forests morning light
The moon follows me at nightThe moon follows me at night…

And in its sight, all is revealed
As the trees, dark and concealed
Frame the light with shapes unreal,
   and not right.

It stalks me with great haste…

Giving chase in silent lunges
Taking plunges in the waists,
   of darkened coves and littered grunges
Deftly racing by expunging
   all its weight.

And as I bound, I order “Faster!”
Being master of this round
I order legs, not nearly weightless
To fly forth up off the ground
In the hopes that moon, so shapeless
   will confound.

And as it slows I feel it dimming
See my winnings take their form
See it go, hymn distilli
Mans Red FlowerWith her crimson peddles she fights the darkness that surounds me. The scent of her fragrance has kept me warm from the cold world. The absents of her presence causes me to fear the unknown things around me. Then upon her blossming into existence, I great her like an old friend. I tend this beautiful flower with care, for she is the embodiment of life.
Co-ordinates. ii.

they always said that if you shoot for the moon
and you miss
you’ll still land among the stars

but what if you don’t burn as bright
and you’re always over-shadowed by some big planet

what if you don’t make up a constellation
and no one wishes on you

what if you start to flicker
and no one is around to plot your co-ordinates

if you ask me
we should all work on our aim
SunriseThe sky was painted a mixture of pinks and purples
As she sat on the deck watching it while sipping tea
It seemed so soft going up from the mountain and
Over the town. She was not one to get up early but
Just this once it was nice to see in the soft haze of
Just waking up.

The birds chirped and called and for once it did not
Bother me, there was no sound of other people however
No kids calling out, no adults talking to each other
Just the sounds of early morning animals across
The lovely painted sky
The Twilight of BllueWhy Is Blue Blue?

Why can't it be happy like red?

What did it ever do to you to make it blue

blue is a perfect color to show what freedom is like

or the ocean.

And the ocean is a perfect place

The cool colors are all cheerfully spring like colors

but one is not

blue

Can it be that blue be a happy color,

or must it stay sad?

can we make it a lighter color,

or will it hang in the sky a sad color?

But if one truly thinks of the twilight

when the sun is setting and the moon is rising from the earth,

blue changes.

It bursts into color!

Blue becomes reds and oranges

Pinks and teals.

So why is blue a sad color?

Because we don't s
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...I wonder if you can sense it…
Death's presence that is.
Can you see her when the last drop of consciousness drips out of the sandbox of your life?
Can you feel her hand pulling yours until you lose your grip on reality?
Seconds seem like weeks and you're convinced that minutes last for years.
That feeling of your neurons misfiring…
Your limbs' twitching…
I guess you can.
Truly the happiest moment in your 'life'.
You were chosen...to dieWhat do you know?

In a universe so vast
Why are we alone and cast
Our solitary shadow on this little planet?

Why do we even bother
Finding answers to this slaughter
That is our life, our sin and our disguise?

Can we find our dreams?
Our hopes and as it seems
Our future lost, embraced in darkness, fade.

And just as we arose
Our existence was foreclosed
By no one else but ourselves.

So what do you know?
You pitiful human.
You puny fragment of that which is incomprehensible to your finite consciousness.
You confused actor, lost in your illusions and blinded by your conceptions.
Where have you been?
What have you done?
You are

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Пепел сипе се от небесата
Пепел страшна
Пепел слята
Със праха що във въздуха се вие,
Прави шантави завои
Тъмнотата си опитва да прикрие
Времето, материята и мисълта в застой
Спират се сега
Да запечатат този миг вълшебен
В който сива пепелта
Пада
Вие и се слива
Около и със водата
Що нявга беше чиста
Откъсва и сега крилата
Надолу влачи я ужасно
Но някак си, така прекрасно
Любов, омраза, чистотата сливат се в единно цяло
Сняг почернен
Или мръсна киша...
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