Long days
Short night
And yet the world goes on
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And still the world goes on
The warm morning sun
The cool evening breeze
Task 319 will be there tomorrow
wp14 may12
Coyotes and Dogs
Night time noises
drifting in the window
birds and wind and bugs
Then off in the distance the coyotes yelp
and the local dogs answer.
Yelping and barking
the coyotes and dogs
arguing politics
wp14 Apr12
Awaken
Awake you trees from your slumber,
the birds seem to say,
and feel the warm breezes on your tender leaves.
Awaken flowers, arise from your beds,
the bees are calling,
show the world your rapture in color.
Awaken, awaken, awake. Spring is here
wp14 mar12
Branches in the snow
The daylight illuminates
The nighttime’s sadness
Trees weeping
Frozen tears
Branches
In the snow
wp14 feb12
The old boiler
The old boiler groans and growls
sounds of pressure climbing
Till at last a frightening sound
of the pressure venting
Terrifying thou the sound
the venting saves the building
wp14 feb12
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An old bed
I love an old bed
One that squeaks and shifts
One with a iron headboard near the wall
Lets make love on that old bed
You gripping the headboard
as it is banging against the wall
Me on top, driving into you
making you moan
making the bed squeak
Oh the chorus we would create
of sounds and sensations
Squeaks and bangs
moans and groans
and cries of passion release
wp14 dec11
This morning
This morning I heard an owl
hooting in the distance
and I wonder is it saying
Good morning
or
Good nignt
wp14 nov11
Photo reblogged from Salt and Pepper with 998 notes
Love the colors in this photo. Reminds me of a painting.
Source: vicious-rumors
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Drowning
Waiting, but not knowing for what
And thus, not knowing how
Frustration building and ebbing
Rage pulsing around my soul
It’s folly, I realize
and try to calm myself
But back comes the rage
back comes the frustration
Crashing and drowning the rational me
wp14 nov11
Spring fields wet and brown
pregnant with seed
A small house, windows open,
soon to hear the cry
of babies drifting out.
Green fields growing lush
filling out across the hills
The small house full of sound
of bikes, balls, and baby dolls
and games of running feet
Heads of grain thick and golden
A promise soon of plenty
Coming and going through the house
Books, dances, football games
and a first kiss at the door.
Harvesting time, combines churn
rushing to fill the bins
Presents in the house
as happy tears fall freely
for weddings, and baby showers
Snow covered barren fields
lifeless across the land
Black cloth, black car
the house is cold
empty, small and sad
wp14 nov11
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