nubthousands of wasted wordsand still no poems
lovemy joy in you was short livedmy sorrow everlasting
the open roadthe road beckonsand I will answerI will ride Highway 65until my gas money gives outand leave my tired Buickin a soft ditch with the kudzuI'll walk until I finda place that touches me a soft patch of cool grasswith a view of the whole big sky a quiet placewhere I can lay myself downand no longer weepwith wearinessthe stars will shine downfrom the sea of nightand I'll smile whenI close my eyesknowing I can nowrun onforever
Tank Away 11The winter solsticehas passed. Winter nights will shorten,hearts warming with hope.And from the soft, hushed darkness,a new sun begins to rise.
running errandsit's not theeggs or milkor breadthat I'm afterit's the soundlonelyis quietand whenthe silencescreamsI mustfill itwithother people'snoise
dreamerhe's goneever searching forgreener pasturesand she droopslike a flowerin the rainwaiting againfor hisreturn
incalculablehe's good to mewe eat at nice placesand never arguehe's gentle in bedbut he isn't youwe lived onpeanut butter,ramen noodlesand the world fadedwhen you cameinto viewdisappeared utterlywhen you took mein your handshe loves meyou almost killedme with your leavingbut if you roared backinto my world tomorrowhe'd be forgotten bythe time we reachedthe highway
lightlesssince you've goneyour memory lay upon my worldlike a shadow across the suna point of impenetrable darknessfor which there isno remedy
revenantsome nights,dreams aren't enoughwhen the acheruns deep,I need more thanremembered embraces,imagined trysts,more than hopesof tomorrow, next week,next yearI want the truthof your bulkbeside me whenI turnin the dark,the realityof warm skinnot my own,the unknowingof lonelybut you're not here(and no one else will do)so I willtoss and turnin the cold armsof my dreamingonce more
AlaudidaeLittle Lark,The moon trembles with your wing beats.Do not let the wolves whittle liesinto your hallowed bones, for youwere never miniscule. You arecentimeters contorting into meters,minute millimeters morphinginto a colossal kilometer.Your shadow prowls the hunting grounds,but you are no killer. Kind heartedbirds are more than powerless prey.Loveliest Lark, surround yourselfwith temperate touches andweave wonder into those you come across.And while white fireflies blinkin their lighthouse language,know that there is hope slungbeneath your fluttering feathers.
Love Me Like the SnowfallLove me, gently, like the snowAs it cascades over the worldSweetly, softly, decorating the Earth in whitePossessing me, caressing meLove me, sweetly, like the snowflakesAs they dance and whirl through the airAs they blanket the world in coldAnd wrap me in their embraceLove me, intensely, like the raging blizzardDrowning the soil in winter’s gripWithering the flora to brown and graySweeping the land’s harvest awayLove me, peacefully, like the snowfallStroking my skin with tender careBeckoning me to peaceful sleepFilling my soul with calm contentAnd I promise to love you back
TimeWe live by itThe infinite lives in it, nothing can stop himWe are like slaves who live only for the happiness of the LordWe can not escape reality, we live and die by itEvery second is a second lost less in our livesEvery little moment is golden because it is a moment that does not returnTime is a cruel master, immortal and infiniteThis killing us every momentYou can not escape us, not in the choiceWe are obliged to live knowing that we only have a futuredeathAnd that makes it worth lifeThe only certainty we have is the only reason that life itselfFor without this, that grace existed in livingWe would be world time for nothingWe'd live like fools and idiots who do nothing to be rememberedWho do nothing for recognition
Soar AwayClouds broodingWind coursingTrees thrashingLeaves flyingHair rushingSmile growingSoul dancingI soar away
Through the PrismsWhite light shoots through the shaped glass,breaking free as a rainbow torrent on the other side.The rainbow goes through a second prism,returning to its fair luminous form.We are the spectrum manifested.We fell through the prism and becamecolored incarnations of the light.Each connected since the beginningand until the end.When our time to leave comes,we will go through the second prismand we will return, return to purity.
Thanksgiving TimeIt is autumn now and cold winds whistle.The leaves on the trees are already coloured.Soon, summer dreams walk in November gownsAnd veils of mist cover meadow land.At night, a host of stars looks down on tired souls.They sparkle brightly in the dark clouded sky.When sun rays steal the daybreak,Often frost will already come along with them.The cornfield in the valley is already cut.It was transformed into gold by autumn's hand.Then, when winter strides through the vast land,He will pay the time with his white tribute.Now, the harvest in the gardens is fully ripe.Its seeds were already sown in MarchAnd God's hands quietly nurtured the steady growth,Early in the morning through to the late evening.The dark cellar will be filled with many things:Vegetables, fruit, potatoes - big and small.When mother's caring hands fill empty plates,We will be grateful for these gifts we have.How wonderful sheltered with good graceIs the great world in the change of time!And when we wa
Oh the Snow.What is that I see in the distance?A white barren plain of glistening snow.The flakes flutter to the ground outsidethen they blow past in a gust of windNow I wonder, why is there snow there,but not here?The plain is a gradientstarting pure white over there,but at my feet it is lush green.What does that mean?Does it mean anything at all?Maybe its just me, noticing the little thingsIs the snow just heavier over there?Oh how will I know.I'm stuck inside to witness the spectaclethat is white, fluffy, crystals of snow.I wish I were outside to feel it.
Bound Zangoose! What do you do!?Suggested by :iconnathanthelucario:You were walking to an abandoned hotel with some other people there. You were talking to some of them until you heard a muffled scream. The only one who was curious is yourself, so you went where the sound came from.When you came to the noise, you see a female Zangoose tied up in a spread eagle position. She was gagged with a big ball gag and she was also struggling very madly. You looked around if her captor was there, but didn’t see anyone.You decide to…A: Let her go.B: Let her go with you to your home.C: Take her as a slave/pet.D: Have “fun” with her.E: Tell the others at the hotel.F: Leave.G: Other stuff you have in your mind.
LadybirdsThese sweet red bugswith rounded belliesin spotted red coatsscurrying over leaveson warm sunny daysso it must be summer© Lissie Bull 2014
Rise and ShineRimmed in darkness,the sun edges overthe horizon and shakesoff the remnants of night,a bright orange plate ona dark blue tablejust in time forbreakfast.