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See the places on the screen Those places you have dreamed of going. Those foods you've never eaten. Those friends you haven't met.

See them on the screen.

Let the envy build Till one day You find you've run away Your friends will be so happy

To see you on the screen

#poem #poetry #watchingToMuchAmazingRace

Tragedy is a present. That waits, As a patient bud, blooming in pity and fear.

Rarely a surprise.

#poetry

You waved as I passed. For eternity you were nothing until just now, forgotten. flooding memories all of 'you' is back. and it's not the pain So I stop, wave back then pull myself together

#poem #poetry

I used to think of palm trees as fireworks in full bloom that stood as vanguards next to wafting rose perfumes shades and shadow on sunny days.

Litter the boardwalk

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Notes trickle through the trees In falling acorn buds and leaves An orchestra to an ever changing rhythm.

That crescendos during fires, Falling to a chant when it rains. The forest is a symphony.

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Sit down, it won't take but a moment. Close your eyes This is ... Eternity.

The grass moving lethargically against the slight motion of wind. The same wind caressing Dancing with the sunlight warming and then cooling your face.

In a moment you'll open your eyes. probably, feel pretty much the same probably.

But before that instant, for now feel the clouds overhead. as they shift past the sun. the small shadow, leaving you just a little cooler

The internal world seeing the external. Confirm it's not all a dream That this is all connected.

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This. It's always about This.

When all the world we wove we wove so carefully collapsed

This. It's always about This.

The way your looking at me now deep into azure eyes I start to see a smile.

This. It's always about This.

The moment our breathing matched The moment we stopped trying That it all finally became infinity

This. It's always about This.

#poetry #iwokeupearly

Each of us are so little; just a drop. . . . Falling . Trying to fit. . . Living a little longer . Laughing. . . Working towards better . . Your Still Just a drop . . . In an ocean ~ It's a lot

#poetry #havingfunwithvisuals

Rolling hills Against an azure sky. A child lazily paying attention The heat saps her will under the wafting willow tree.

Birdsong lifts bees Into a frenzied dance among the violets and daylilies

Somewhere off a brook gurgles. Passing wind is cooled gliding over it delicate stream.

Summer moments, Are like feeling halcyon's Birth into being

A memory to warm the future

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I craft a lot of stories that never make the journey from my head to the outside some that ill admit I could really do without

ill tell you one story but listen.. this one I tried to hide

its about a child, playing on a beach with azure dress and lemon hair who lays on the sand

waves wash in as she glances a bone white medallion close enough to reach she doesn't hesitate she puts it to her hand this rough and warm sand dollar

for a moment nothing, than it buries itself into her palm

as corals erupt from her fingers she goes to run away when seaweed lashes from her legs into the ground she goes to scream, but sand erupts in a spray her eyes turn towards the shore she goes to move as seafoam falls down her body

Its then the water moves in

she never knew what waited to be found beneath the sand As easily as wave crush dirt her days were at an end

#poetry