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Silence in the forest  Nothing dares to move  Nothing makes a sound at all  "It's perfect," I think to myself  I take a few steps forward  Then quicken my pace  Now I fly through the woods  Leaves crunching under-paw  The wind blowing through my fur  My tail waving behind me  I reach the hill and stop for a moment  Staring at where the moon should be  I smile, proud to be a wolf  Then I go again  Just running... in Spoken Word
Blossom, blossom,  
fall to the ground  sing, my brothers, dance around  this single fallen flower bud  its poor weak leaves  all bruised with mud  and tell us stories  that which we seek  be we rich or poor,  strong or weak  but let us not forget ourselves  for the earth shall make us meek  and nothing is more impossible  than a god among the teak in Open
Blossom   
The springtime snow,  Falling and settling.  Pinks and whites,  Lay amongst dark, lush greens.  Petals so very soft,  Like cotton candy on a stick.  From flowers grow lushious fruits,  For us and creatures to pick.  Little bees sit and collect pollen for honey,  The sweetest nectar.  Trees stand so proud with their flora medals,  Knowing that soon they will be used in love,  By the gatherers of their spoils in Open
The New Arrival   
Things were never the same after my 14th birthday  We were in PetSmart, discussing as we looked at the cats  I wanted a kitten so bad  We talked for awhile  They said maybe   
The next day we headed over to the Humane Society  Big cats, little cats, cats in between  I wanted a little boy, a black cat to be exact  He was adopted  Looking around, we saw old and young cats  A queen who was loving  A little kit that was curious of everything   
We headed to a different area  Many more cats to see  A ginger tom, even some calico and tortois in Spoken Word
It slinks, it slithers  It dies, it withers  It flies, it sighs  It sinks, becomes new highs.   
It tumbles, it turns  It swoops, it yearns  It shines, it can zoom  It cleans, it seems to loom.   
It lies, it glides  It dips, it rides  It binds, it will constrict  It touches your face, it seems to slip.   
It crashes, it seeps  It runs, it leaps  It leers, it will roar  It makes you weak, it makes you soar.   
It turns, it lifts  It glides, it sifts  It pulls, it fills  It comes in waves, it gives you chills.   
It reel in Open
I am the Cradle Land.  I am the heat,  The home,  The beating of the drums.  I am the wrath of the sun,  And the calling of home  Long left waiting.  I am the grasses,  Dried, yellow, and course,  That your feet long to recall.  From a time when you were nature,  Before you chose to be something different.  The myth and legend,  The hunt and the fire.  The days before you took the land  And made it modern.  I am the long sapphire nights  And the sweltering ruby dawns.  I am the primal,  The nest.  Lay witness to the change that changed all; &nb in Ballad
       “OF MISTS OF MORN”.   
I stand loftily, my vantage, a mountain track,  upon the hillside, far above the valley’s mist.  The grayness shrouds the lowlands in attack,  its pallid mantle, dawn’s emergence to resist.   
As ghostly galleons, upon some swirling tide,  trees…a phantom fleet at anchor, lying still.  Hidden, save for sparring, silent they reside,  in wait for sunlight, day’s promise, to fulfill.   
Breezes, born of dawning, rise soon to persist,  faint zephyrs stirring, high amongst the hills.   in Open
There is a place where no river flows  Where the sun shines bright and no grass ever grows.  Where water is frozen, solid ice.  No animals live here, not men or mice.  The soil is baked a badly burnt red.  The color of iron, tainted with lead.  Where dust-devils the size of mountains roam.  Dust kicked up, sprayed like sea-foam.  Where blood boils in the sun, and freezes in the shade.  A place like this, where shadows never fade.  A place where the air is breathless thin  There it is- our airless, deathless twin.  We might have been like that comfortless place.  Another barren d in Ballad
I look into the night and what do I see? I see darkness, nothing at all no birds flying free  But as I glare into the night, I see a light that shines so bright  I see a star, a source of light from afar  In the darkness the star brings light  As it brings me hope in a world of war and plight  A star can inspire someone to stop the war  A star can help make violence no more  People say a star is a ball of gas, burning in space  But I know the truth: A star can make better the world, which is now a disgrace in Spoken Word
I must go down to the lake again, to the beckoning wakes and the shores.  And all I ask is for a sea-fit skiff and a companion equipped with oars.  For the water's churn and the wind's whistle and the grass' silent dance.  To be a blemish on the lake's face, where the waters seem to prance.   
I must go down to the lake again, for the call of the liberated 'gull  
Is a joyous call and a needle like call that is anything but dull.  And all I ask is for a flawless day where the water's welcome me.  Where the fish dance and the seabirds prance, and civility reigns free.  
 
I must go down to the in Open
Save earth (poem)   
You wanted me to come to this earth  so I came...  you didn't tell me how horrible it was  war,forest cut downs,homeless people,killing animals and more...  this place was suppose to be a sanctuary for all  but what we did to it,it became hell...  you might not see it,but I do  so will your grandchildren and maybe theirs too...  we have to stop this now,before it's to late  I'm sure god didn't make earth to turn this way...   
By:bloodykillerXteddy in Spoken Word
As a worm on the sidewalk, dancing from the rain  Of last month's beguiling, a trickery of the crane;  It writhes in contention of contortionist views  That smoulder from the rays and the patience of the dew.   
I thought it was necessity that forced them through cracks  To feed the young birdlings;  Or, engendered to lack,  The repetoire of the feminine  Or the cunning of the masculine;  Confusion runs shallow when  Genitals aren't hallowed.   
One droplet was held in the highest of views  When it could bloom the cell with no salt to its pinch;  Now, anemic and fragil in Open
Krebs in dem Wasser,  
Wellen rauschen an den Strand.  
Die Sonne steht tief.   
 
Windgebeugt ist er  
Käfer sind in der Borke  
alter schiefer Baum.   
 
Sonnenuntergang  
Scheibenrot am Horizont  
Vogelgezwitscher. in Haiku & Eastern
The darkness surrounds me,  Confines me,  Controls me.  
It's warm, soft and tranquil.  It is Life,  It is earth.  But somewhere beyond me,  Within me,  Without me,  I hear something calling.  It is Light,  It is home.  Above all this comfort  
Is a world that's waiting.  A new Life,  A new hope  Is waiting just for me.  
I push on,  I push up  Until sunlight I see.  Loving Light,  Life-full Light,  Giving its strength to me;  Watching me,  Helping me,  Until I'm what I need to be,  Until I am an old oak tree. &nbs in Fixed
Horizon   
The sun shone low in the west,  mingling over the tops of old trees,  and warping the color along its sides,  from blue into hues of pink and amber,  which set the evening sky ablaze with color,  and highlight the clouds with melancholy pastels,  which make one reflect upon the fading day. in Open
Fliegende Blätter tanzen im Wind,  Am Himmel lacht das Sonnenkind,  Zaubert Wärme in die klare Luft,  Bis am Abend der Herrgott sie ruft,  Zurück hinter die Wolken am Horizont  Und erst am Morgen wieder kommt.   
Bunt sind die Wälder und die Straßen der Stadt,  Erfrischend die Tage und frostig die Nacht,  Ich sehe sie wandern über steinigen Grund,  Strahlende Körper, schön und gesund.  Das lachende Pärchen, der verliebte Mann,  Das träumende Weiblein, das alles kann.   
Es öffnen sich neu, die Pforten des Eises,  v in Open
His golden rays touch the Earth and warm its surface  We all worship him and his splendorous heat  The curved smirk that shines radiance, that has us build  Temples to his name and form   
His gaze on us burns our Skin,  Eyes, Head, and Heart yet we love him  Worshipping this golden god and bowing below our knees  We offer our selves to this grandeur of grace and perfection   
The Sun   
Her gaze on the Earth so light, so flirtatious  She smiles only in amusement as we, the people  Praise her beauty, the dimple-like craters in her cheeks,  Her pale but luminescent skin in Open
Winter Night   
 
Frosty winds blow, gray sky laden with snow   
Swiftly falling snowflakes, blanketing white   
Toasty warm hot chocolate with marshmallow   
At home, cozy warm on this winter night   
Bundled up we take a walk in the dark   
Our neighborhood, a winter wonderland   
The night aglow with a snowy light-spark   
Swirling snow, catching crystals in our hand.   
Cold and wet home we go, stay warm and dry   
Gloves, scarves, mittens, coats streaming in the heat   
Our footsteps erased as the cold snow flies    in Sonnet
I'm staring out my window,  and i watch the rain come down.  Like tiny precious pearls  
on a silk and satin gown.   
These rain drop pearls do so much more,  then gray and moiste the day.  The cleanse the land of all that's bad,  or atleast for just today.   
A flower born on winter's end,  welcomes every drop.  The bud grows tall, until atlast,  he opens with a pop!   
Even when the sky is angered,  and becomes a furious drum,  it leaves the morn, soft and wet,  with a bright day sure to come. in Open
raindrops strike steel roof  Nature's Riverdance in Fixed
De kamers van je leven.  Elke keer als je iets verwerkt hebt.  Elke keer als je een hoofdstuk van je leven hebt afgesloten.  Dan trek je een deur van een kamertje dicht.  Zo komen er steeds meer afgesloten kamertjes.  Het verleden.  De deuren zijn dicht maar niet op slot.  Je kan er nog heen als je wilt.  In het kamertje van nu gebeurt iets  waardoor je weer even in een oud kamertje terecht komt.  Een verleden kamertje.  Het verleden is verleden maar nooit helemaal.  Het blijft altijd bij je.  De deuren gaan nooit op slot.  Toch is het belangrijk om vooral door toekomst deu in Spoken Word
Beauty  Trees sway in the breeze  The autumn leaves glistening  I love this place   
Silence  Into the gray sky  The black bird flies silently  High above the trees   
Life  He clings to the tree  Pecking holes for food storage  A woodpecker’s life   
 Sweet  He hops across the field  Eating the lush blue flowers  Taking his sweet time   
The Dance  Music fills the air  Birds chirping in harmony  The dance of the snake   
Afraid  Darkness surrounds me  It looms in the shadows there  The fierce w in Haiku & Eastern
It smells like rain  Small droppes spattering in the dust  Holding there, a little liquid stain  And then fading, lost in soil's dry lust   
It smells like the wind  The sky burns gray overhead  The yellow trees tormented by howling godsend  The unceasing drizzle spatters living and dead   
It smells like lightning  Electricity hanging heavy in the air  Permeating everything -  A sharp crackle in loose hair   
It smells like life  Plants blooming, soon  Water come to starved roots, rife -  With potent buds, dreaming of monsoon   
It smells like in Open
Audacious is Black  Like the night sky  That goes on forever.  It rages  through  my heart and soul  it makes me feel  an amazing rush  of emotions  all at once.  i want to scream out  in a victorious fashion  because of the high  this feeling  
brings me in Spoken Word

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