Back when tigers used to smoke…
Year: 2019
This Heart
Nightshade
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Lay you down now gentle one Let the darkness soak and seep |
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So let this twilight be your soil And pardon me for making light |
Multiple Choice ~♡~
It could be the beauty
Or maybe the thrills
Or the sense of duty we share
…or the skills
Or maybe it’s our laughter
in all the ways we play
How even after all this time it hasn’t gone away
Or maybe it’s the growing steps we always take together
Or maybe it’s the knowing that a friend-ship sails forever
Surely there’s the strong respect
And all the love that we reflect
And all the souls that we affect
by being side-to-side
And it’s also candid fantasy
just being on this ride~*
But if I’m honest, then I’m not sure
why she makes me feel in love
But it’s warm and sweet, complete and pure
So if there’s one reason that it’s her
I pick: ♡~All Of The Above~♡
Serpentine
This one is shorter
so much that it borders
on nothing at all
May You Be
As you endeavour the weighs of the world
May you stand strong in the lessons you’re hurled
May you find peace in the wars that rage on
And may you release what’s held on too long
May you forgive
And may you foresee
The way that we live is not how it must be
May you be free to figure your truth
With the wisdom of age and the vigour of youth
To rise beyond the shackles we share
With a mind as light and clear as air
To see with eyes as bright as day
That you are well and on your way
That life is unfolding at just the right pace
So may you be ready to meet it with grace
And in times that you crumble
Fumble and fall
May you be humbled
By your place in it all
May you topple your pride with humility’s beams
And may you unravel the riddle of dreams
To master your life, no matter how odd
To love every person, not matter how flawed
To always be present in this gorgeous facade
And may you not be turned off by what others call “God”
May you see through the fog
May you dance in the rain
May you shine like the sun on a wide-open plain
May you always be open to all you can be
And when your vessel is broken…
May you be free
The Poah Tree
On Hazelnut Hill, by the old Poah Tree
She sits very still in the swill of the sea
A gentle wind ~~ comes pouring in
And dances silk across her skin
When she opens her eyes, life is a dream
The blueberry skies are flowing with cream
Hung over hills of ephemeral grass
Flowing in flowers of colourful glass
Then sung in the choirs of fliers in chorus
Pouring a story of roaring aurorus
To swell every cell in a gel of her glowing
Shining a light of divine outer knowing
Timing how perfect it all seems be
Flowing as sure as the waves of the sea
Rushing to crushing in crystals that spill
On the cinnamon shores of Hazelnut Hill
Where a girl in her stillness overflows with the juices
The Mother of Earth in her mirthfulness uses
To paint pouring portraits of seas unto skies
That shine in the tears of a growing girl’s eyes
They fall to the earth, with the wisdom to know:
Only beautiful tears make the Poah Tree grow