Tag Archives: nature

Robots

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Credit: photobank.kiev.ua

Credit: photobank.kiev.ua

we are all robots with our industrial legs and arms

emitting static data through chained sprocket mouths

chewing down on metal teeth while spitting out sparks;

tasteless words to condition into subjection

the accomplishment of production as day’s profit

obtaining satisfaction in facilitating the genocidal submission

with one’s own expiration date stamped axiomatically;

one by one we live, work, and die

I am grateful for the heavy hearts ❤

insert title III

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Memories and Reflections

12-12-13

Standing on the hill with a random breeze catching on
His strawberry hair ruffled and soft to the touch;
Succumbing to the force within the currents of the wind

The sun and the moon endure their usual aversion of each other
As they sit on their thrones to enjoy the splendor below;
Loving the thoughtless creatures of mortal limitations

Of this one in particular pretending magnificence

(As a peaceful representation of living in perfect harmony
and fighting the fear of indifference
while promoting beauty in the uncertainty,
or at least the everyday moments that the
World can be too busy to notice)

As the ordinary miracles catches his attention;
A man of notice and the gifts of perception

Breathing in the reality tasted by the events determined
From the recordings of the subjects in question;
Their memories and reflections of them

She’s Not Me
7-7-15

I heard all of the rumors and

The messages that she sent

I thought maybe I was her but

She showed me that we’re different

Her wounds bound her together and

Although they seemed similar

I knew that I was only myself, that

She was not me but someone else

Another drifter saying the same things

Thinking the same thoughts day to day

Except she claims to see more

As if she knows the future

Or maybe bits and pieces of our

Memories shaped together

Dagger
7-8-15

I’ve got the fire burning in my belly

My heart is pumping strong

There’s a few words I’ve been thinking

That lay balanced on my tongue

I thought you were my brother

I called you my best friend

But at the first chance you got

You shoved a dagger into my back
Supposed Friends

7-8-15

Calling all supposed friends!

Oh where Oh where have y’all been?

I’ve found myself among the wolves

Their howls keep calling me home under the moon

Have I died and been gifted a life reborn?

I woke up soaking wet and standing alone

Dripping droplets of their bitter scorn

Leaving puddles of poison on the floor

The grass is always greener in this war

Battles of greed to keep us wanting more

You can claim all of the fields of clover

A fake reign won’t live on forever

I am grateful for lost thoughts ❤

Three Crows Bathing in the River

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Walking along the trail I saw
Three crows bathing in the river
Their feathers ruffled from the wind and water
A brilliant blackness glistening in the sun
Mimicking the water’s surface
With its diamonds and mirrors of light
I stumbled forward
Tripping on the unseen root
My eyes focused on the
Three Black Birds
Staring back at me
While the scenery started
Morphing into something different
Than my original interpretation
Of the river, of the flock
A slimy sheen covered the water
The sun masking my first glances
The distance preventing acknowledgement of other senses
The stench burning into my nostrils
The three black birds standing proud
With their beaks pointing towards the sky
Then I realized
The murder was actually
Three white doves covered in mud
I am grateful for walks ❤️

A Familiar Name, A Familiar Face

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Someone is talking in the distance

Indistinguishable words that hum into ears
The stars shine brilliantly between the black waves
Churning thoughts and emotions overhead
Air clings to the body like scaling skin
Pieces of flaky layers of the World around
A virus killing softly within the wind
Tempting the breath of those chosen 
Figures dance by in all of their fancy
Pretty faces with open mouths smiling wide
Boys and girls falling victims to the Romantics
Inventing lives upon hurtful stories and lies
Would you recognize my face if you saw me?
Would you guess what I could be thinking?
These are the questions that I dream about
The answers we seek often never surprises
Energy breaks free into me then through
A solid wall of heavy empty space
Another piece of the imaginary puzzle
A familiar name, a familiar face
I am grateful for everyday ❤



Take a peek…

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To pluck a single strand, a smooth blade of grass
Cool to the touch, feather light
Consuming perfectness of the Artwork, feeling it seep in while braiding the stem through each finger
The force of pressure, squeezing the drink from one of nature’s mysteries, the nectar of life
Learning to make a plant bleed, humanizing, understanding
Splitting the shaft down the middle
Opening the body up to take a peek inside
Using the sharp edge of a fingernail to conquer and divide
Planting new seeds to grow, to survive.

I am grateful for the opportunity of writing on a lunch break. ❤

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