`From the Ash Tree. (Part 1)
I stumble from the car; you come running to me from afar. Your arms embrace me, damn your small! But your eyes are shiny and brown, the color of trees, and the speckled ground. You were with someone when the attraction took root, but fate and destiny was afoot. Soon I plainly forgot, about you, about her, about the simple truth seemed to torture, the plain lack of nurture. That I was alone, and oh so forlorn! Why is everyone hooking up and Im left beaten up, by life? The answer came with pain, accidental and self-inflicted, could anyone but God have dictated, this? Your lips came to mine as an answer to a q
The River.
I walk to your banks, feeling lonely; I want to address you a bit more formally. Cause your majestic and smooth, quietly running straight through, the stone arches, where revolutionary soldiers were once marching. I plant myself on one of your rocks, and stare up at the sky in hopes of seeing stars, but they are hazed, over baked and glazed. Feeling let down, I seek out other lights, and just imagine my delight! When my eyes rest on your neighboring streetlights, filling the misty dusk with fire and imaginative story telling might. And oh what stories can be told! Of lovers walking hand and hand, oblivious in this foreign land, th
And God said, "Let the land produce living creatures according to their kinds: livestock, creatures that move along the ground, and wild animals, each according to its kind." And it was so. God made the wild animals according to their kinds, the livestock according to their kinds, and all the creatures that move along the ground according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good. Then God said, "Let us make man in our image, in our likeness, and let them rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock, over all the earth, and over all the creatures that move along the ground. So God created man in his own image,
Where is this going? Is this thing flowing? Is this life making any ground? Can my soul eventually be found? Or is it lost in this place? A black mark on her tear stained face, which cries out blood at a rapid pace. Or is it in a place long past, with a love that never came to pass. A flower that never bloomed, an attraction that ended too soon. Should I go back and heal the scars? That lay across the sky like stars, which twinkle out and spread so far, to devour lovers as they lay in their cars. Dreaming about when they can run away and join the others, and unite with the rest of humanity like brothers. But wait! These others are cursed! Bla
Where is this going? Is this thing flowing? Is this life making any ground? Can my soul eventually be found? Or is it lost in this place? A black mark on her tear stained face, which cries out blood at a rapid pace. Or is it in a place long past, with a love that never came to pass. A flower that never bloomed, an attraction that ended too soon. Should I go back and heal the scars? That lay across the sky like stars, which twinkle out and spread so far, to devour lovers as they lay in their cars. Dreaming about when they can run away and join the others, and unite with the rest of humanity like brothers. But wait! These others are cursed! Bla
And God said, "Let the land produce living creatures according to their kinds: livestock, creatures that move along the ground, and wild animals, each according to its kind." And it was so. God made the wild animals according to their kinds, the livestock according to their kinds, and all the creatures that move along the ground according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good. Then God said, "Let us make man in our image, in our likeness, and let them rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock, over all the earth, and over all the creatures that move along the ground. So God created man in his own image,
The River.
I walk to your banks, feeling lonely; I want to address you a bit more formally. Cause your majestic and smooth, quietly running straight through, the stone arches, where revolutionary soldiers were once marching. I plant myself on one of your rocks, and stare up at the sky in hopes of seeing stars, but they are hazed, over baked and glazed. Feeling let down, I seek out other lights, and just imagine my delight! When my eyes rest on your neighboring streetlights, filling the misty dusk with fire and imaginative story telling might. And oh what stories can be told! Of lovers walking hand and hand, oblivious in this foreign land, th
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van Gogh
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Lord of the Rings
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