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View It From Afar

To appreciate our planet;
begin with its snowcapped mountains,
where sunbeams morph crystals of ice
into gems of glistening light.

Witness white clouds traverse the skies
floating on a vista of blue,
or a setting sun smear scarlet
onto puffs of marshmallow white.

See jungles at its equator
create a sash of vibrant green,
and burnt sands ripple its deserts
with shifting dunes of tans and creams.

See its leafy forests change from
deciduous to evergreen,
and tundra pitted with blue lakes
fade to stretches of virgin snow.

Watch volcanoes erupt in flame
spewing plumes of ebony smoke,
and lava bleeds from gaping wounds
while giving birth to molten Earth.

See azure and aquamarine
waves crested with white foamy froth,
or its tilted poles capped in ice
sparkling like crystalline jewels.

View it from afar as it twirls
within the vacuum of space,
as a phantasmagorical
cerulean marble, called Earth.

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My Inner Voice

I leave the daily hustle and bustle
and the cacophony of city sound.
And head to where the leaves softly rustle 
in the breeze, and no one else is around.

When I'm alone, I experience peace
that raises my soul to a higher plane.
And anxiety's attacks slowly cease,
free from critical critiques and disdain.

Seclusion fuels imagination;
shaping reality within my mind.
And it's a feeling of liberation;
unrestricted by rules of any kind.

Whenever I seek solitude by choice,
I heed the whispers of my inner voice.

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Yesterday's Fragile Truth

Betrayal devastates your naive heart,
severing all ties before love can start.
And slowly, depression entraps your soul
as disparaging lies exact their toll.

Chameleon clouds change to match your mood,
releasing tears that bruised emotions brewed.
And reality somehow seems insane
as your heart breaks from the weight of the pain. 

A fickle sun no longer shares its light,
sulking in shadows tethered to the night.
And feigning feelings, you struggle to cope;
for a broken heart cannot harbor hope.

The specter of fear that invades your dreams,
fuels frightening bouts of silent screams.
At the end of the tunnel, there's no light;
the future looks foggy, obscured by fright.

The promise of tomorrow made to youth
was written on yesterday's fragile truth.
And happiness is a word without weight, 
it's simply a moment devoid of hate.

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I Share My Soul

A pair of morning doves preen and prim;
snuggled close on their favorite limb.
And cooing low, wake a sleeping sun,
giving praise for a new day begun.

A slip of a ghostly moon rides low;
wearing its light like a pale halo.
And Sol ascends master of the day;
waking dawn with His brilliant display.

Vapors shed crystal tears on the grass,
depositing dewdrops clear as glass.
And blooming flowers imbue the air
with a sweet fragrance beyond compare. 

Tall, lanky palms of feathery leaf;
are clad in a green southern motif.
And skittish crabs play tag with the waves;
darting in and out of flooded caves. 

Sipping wine while enjoying the show;
we greet the day with a gentle glow.
And as romance and nature combine,
I share my soul with my Valentine.

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Sculpted Shades of White

Starlight pierces ebony
above sculpted shades of white.
And moonbeams soften the scene,
gilding night with golden light.

Donning a crystalline dress, 
Nature's a picture of grace.
And draped in feathery down,
stands frozen in time and place.

Billions of snowflakes gather
on bare branches, where they freeze.
And subtle features get carved
by the breath of a sharp breeze.

Breezes don't blow strong enough 
to dislodge the sticky snow.
And the laden branches bend,
bowing impossibly low.

Cold cast its enchanting spell
in the throes of arctic chill.
And silence imbues magic;
with Winter's artistic skill.

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Callused Fingers

Callused fingers press vibrating strings,
drawing passion from a violin.
And with burnished wood snug to his cheek,
the violinist plays from his heart.

Subtle vibes saturate my being
as crying strings elicit feelings.
And expounding on love's betrayal,
music stirs the imagination.

His bow hangs like a lingering kiss,
savoring the taste of ecstasy.
And then, with tears trickling down his cheek,
he unleashes unbridled fervor.

Experiencing pangs of rapture,
sound slips the bounds of reality.
And every note penetrates my heart,
igniting fiery flames of passion.


5/7/2015

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A Gentle Breeze

The wind fuels a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves with its touch.
Scurrying through the tops of trees,
the wind fuels a gentle breeze.
Not enough to discourage bees,
it is only brisk; it isn't much.
The wind fuels a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves with its touch.

It is only brisk; it isn't much
until that breeze begins to gust.
Yet, still the birds escape its clutch,
it is only brisk; it isn't much.
It topples garbage cans and such,
gathering up a cloud of dust.
It is only brisk; it isn't much,
until that breeze begins to gust.

Gathering up a cloud of dust;
it blocks the sun's diminished light.
And proceeds, with increasing thrust,
gathering up a cloud of dust.
As shutters squeak and hinges bust,
a furious storm causes fright.
Gathering up a cloud of dust;
it blocks the sun's diminished light.

A furious storm causes fright
as loose shingles fly through the air.
Morphing into a wind with might
a furious storm causes fright.
Finding cover, folks, hang on tight,
for flying debris warrants care.
A furious storm causes fright
as loose shingles fly through the air.

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Everything's Okay

Love feels like an illusion;
a mix of lies and the truth.
For it's non-responsive to
the expectations of youth.

Facing doubt and frustration,
bravado falters, then slips.
And yet, in your fantasies,
passion congers eager lips.

Hope courts imagination,
summoning a dreamy smile.
And you find your private place,
where you haven't been for a while.

You're in search of a soulmate
who will share your existence.
So, you continue to look
with undying persistence.

You fall in and out of love
with ghosts that haunt night and day.
And despite your loneliness,
think, everything's okay.


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6/21/2015

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What Is Love

How does one answer, what is love;
it's part hope, part apparition.
But what it truly is; sort of
simply defies definition.

Have you ever felt so alive
that it was almost too extreme?
And caught up in passion's drive,
have you ever followed your dream?

Have you ever stolen a kiss
that left you floating on a cloud?
And filled with spontaneous bliss,
have you ever shouted out loud?

Have you ever danced upon air;
or felt warm and gooey inside?
And should jealous eyes gawk and stare,
have you ever strutted with pride?

Have you ever felt wholly whole,
falling head over heels in love?
And found such bliss within your soul
that it rivals heaven above?

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Agony and Ecstasy

Cascading waves wash ashore
tickling our toes as they ebb and flow;
and moonbeams set a thousand jewels sparkling
on the shoal.

Smiles summon sweet emotions
as we stroll upon the beach
hand in hand, under a starry sky,
pausing to build castles in the sand.

And in this state of blissfulness,
two halves of one soul unite,
for all eternity.

Our hopes, our dreams, and our tears
we willingly share;
trust opens our hearts to the intimacy of love.
And yet, love offers so much more,
facilitating fantasies
and fulfilling dreams.

Agony and ecstasy meld
within each passionate kiss.
My heart feels as though consumed by fire,
having never felt a love;
as intense as this.