I hear an owl hoot outside my ramshackle tin can, Frosty March air dulled the night melodies, Remembrances sway in the night breeze with the rhythm of the trees, Moments slip through the cracks, A monotonous clang of metal fills the silent woodland scene, I began to recoil in horrific convulsions, Transforming into a twisted…
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Fluctuations
The cold went as quick as it came. The early bird becomes the worm, So they claim. Tonight I look at stars, Instead of fireballs of burning scars. Bitterness brutalized me, and I ate the forbidden fruit, And out came a toot, what a Hoot. Now I sway in Mother’s breath, Back down the road…
Between Fields & Cities
Driving through; you wonder what you may see in those dim tangles of trees. Going fast down the highway; it’s like time floats in weightless formation in a sea of fields. Rounding a curve too fast; we see lakes & rivers as the centerpiece for lasting destruction. Accelerating from randomized functions; sides of the road…
Cycles & Bowman Lake Trips
Squandered time has eclipsed wasted dreams floating in the motions, Days mix and mingle waiting for the subsequent streams lacking emotions, Fresh coffee every half hour steams in retreat from the commotions, Reality screams through the seams as I accept my demotion, But, as it would seem we still have Bowman.
Morning
I hear him in his bed, A sudden Whack fills the stillness, I think he bumped his head, A laughter came after, I hope he didn’t chip the plaster.
Thinking of Spring
In the dead grass I sit, warm sun aloft in a clear blue sky, Fading are the days of cold dusty couches, waving farewell to winter’s relentless bite, Deep desires for fresh growth eclipse dull colorless backdrops, the wind gusts a warm vow of rejuvenation, Formulating a grand deception.
Night Vibes
The moon shines behind a hazy sky, Coyotes howl in hungry rhythm, Waiting, Watching, The honking goose is oblivious to the howling alarm, I sit in the glow of fire and moon, No remorse, Only a fading smile.
Torn
A bitter cold breath from our great mother chilled the spines of wild men and ceased the hearts of the vulnerable beasts that drift when they should linger with many. Crippled minds caught in her merciless path, blindsided and underprepared. The nation watching in perplexity and amusement as more stories are being fabricated in the…
Freedom of Reality
Watching like a sharp-eyed hawk, Abrupt movement captures my gaze. Was it the flick of a tail? Or perhaps, the flutter of a leaf? I do not know, because I did not wholly discern it’s features. The swaying wind and the calmness of the forest entranced my mind, Time ceased its mighty gust. My mind…
Orchestra of Night
The embers illuminated the trees above, Swaying in a rhythmic clamor of the approaching storm. Two roamers hearken its call, Weary eyes rest on hungry shadows without faces. Distant howls amplify the orchestra of night, The roamers plunge into their slumber, spellbound by the natural atmosphere. Worn bones entwined with the patterns of contentment, Restful…
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