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Electric mother  Hissing color to life  In an intricate web  Of infinity singing  Spinning  Reaching  ...Weaving skies  Of Coiled brilliance   
Distant mauve towers  Plummet in magnificence  Humming to themselves  While blue beams interlock  And spread a floral design  Across the blank heavens   
Truth's face whispers  Buzzing vibrancy  To the hesitant world  Cycling through the grid  With quickening pace  While Spring speeds to bloom  In Gaia's realm
There's a bass pluckin' orange juice from the carton somewhere beyond the cotton,  And the farm below, readies the bow to the audience in the sun--  Johnny, from a peer outside a window places the kaleidoscope to his ear, listing for birds among the hedgerow while mother, pulls back the empty sheet from a piano, beginning to play New Orleans themes on the piece--  And I wonder why a magenta thunderbird rusts under the sun and rain, and why the man in the bowler hat steals persimmon trees during the winter solstice.   
And there's she with her watermelon smile and daisy in her brow, brown hair swishes in the wind, a dr
È il crepuscolo che parla  Lo senti tra la pioggia?  Tra i tetti s'insinua  Portando via le voci  Quelle ultime che ancora  Restano  Perdendosi  
Indugiando sui vetri  Ma è il tuo sguardo  Fuggevole  Distante di riso amaro  Senza perché  Né come.  La senti la pioggia?  Scava nella pelle  Seminando angosce  Promesse di morte  Non mantenute  Nell'illusione  Di vita.  Tutto è una promessa  Né so le parole  Per giurare  Qualcosa d'eterno  Al vento  Che riposa  Tra le pagine di un libro. &n
The Ghost Wolf Roams   
Through the night  Dark  Wisps of light fog  Stars glowing  
Full moon shinning  Midnight  The ghost wolf roams  At this very hour  Every night  Down the street  Under luminescent lights  Across lawns  Sweet green grass  Harbored with dew  The ghost wolf roams  Coloured of fog  Light  Almost transparent  Hard to see  The ghost wolf roams  In the forest  Past lone cabins  Walking silently  No one hears  
But they all feel  Following the moon  The ghost wolf roams  Walking  
Never ending trust   
As I sit apon your back  No saddle,nothing  Yet I feel safer than ever  For my trust in you is never ending  
As we gallop across the shore,  I truly feel like heaven is a place on earth,  All your prombles disappear through  the wind,  You feel like you can go on forever,  You feel like your flying,  There is nothing greater than A bound  Between a girl and her horse.
una noche con luna  una noche hecha de luna  de mar de estrellas y de cielo  
tejido con olas y de arena     una noche de sirenas-  de sirenas y de encantos-  de hechizos y de cantos  de caderas enperladas  con diamantes y diademas     noche de luna en otros lares  el aire que retorna desde el éter  la neblina de las adas  los pedazos de las alas  de los ángeles que llaman-  de los ángeles que llaman     
a todo aquel que ama  nos invitan a vivir y te convidan  algo de magia hoy a cernir  en los ojos que
La gatta   
 
Splendido mantello lucente indossi   
di rubino son costruiti i tuoi occhi   
coi quali luce fai nelle notti scure.   
Vaghi alla ricerca di un ritrovo sicuro,   
e mai lasci toccare il tuo territorio ormai occupato.   
Ti trastulli in cerca di carezze e sguardi amici,   
e nell'esplorar il mondo   
sei costretta ad affrontar anime tetre   
che ormai non sanno più amare.   
Tu,gatta dagli occhi rubino   
ormai scruti il mondo  
 
che non è più tanto vicino.
I have a bad feeling about this flight,  
Inside dark clouds without much light.  
 
This puddle jumper rocks from left to right.  
A flash of lightning blinds, so near, so bright.  
 
A summer storm's thunderhead, we've just flown through.  
And up above I see some sky of blue.  
 
Like giant white mushrooms or frozen mountains.  
These clouds are beautiful, as it seems, were now safely above them.  
 
Then a sudden turn, a drop, these winds are so fierce a source.  
And in this small metal coffin I now fear the worse.  
 
The land below is first on my list.  
To
His cage was an open house  for a peaceful passing; the lettuce wilted,  pushed into a corner  so shadows could feed upon it.  His one good eye, too big for the socket,  closed to a slit; a window overlooking dusk  with just enough room for sunlight to seep in.   
We nested him in flower beds  and hoped he would rest perennially.
THE FORBIDDEN FOREST   
 
When the moon is round and bright, I howl and howl through the night, I am the wolf of the Forbidden Forest. I am the wolf of the Forbidden Forest and with me, too, is a wolf as white as the moon and I, I am as black as night, so I hide better when they come looking for me with their guns and spires and things that can leave me to bleed. I fight and fight until they die, not me. I bleed and am in need of rest, but I cannot die. The forest is forbidden for a reason and the humans need to learn that when they enter my turf they pay the price with their life. When the moon is full and shines bright, and y
                                                   Sinners of the Night   
When the moon looks over head, round and bright. I hang my head and howl, still, yet, in my human skin. The greed, of which the moon forces into me, makes me crave the change. I can feel the night air around me, as I begin to strip. The others follow, unable to resist the temptation. The moon is calling, and
Warm hands  
and restful gazes,  
long, wavy grass  
tickling my neck.  
 
A droplet meets  
another surface  
and fuses to form  
one silken creature.  
 
The cleansed air  
succumbed to  
the ceased rain,  
compliant to its touch.  
 
Slow breathing  
as the winds  
lull us to slumber  
until tomorrow.
White daffodil  Blowing in the breeze  Why do you look  As if you’re at ease?  You stand there proudly  Looking so tall  Yet can you not see  You’re the whitest of them all?   
Your brothers and sisters  Are shades of yellow cream  Yet you look as though  You don’t know what this means  Bobbing your head, gently to and fro  You’re not how daffodils are meant to look you know   
Yellows are the norm  Lighter shades too  Why are you white?  What happened to YOU?   
Do you mind being different?  Is it really very bad?
Ages, empires   Siphoned into the skin of a sapling  Blood and bone, petrified    Demonstrative rings that echo   Empty memories, simpering symphonies  Twisting, twirling bands into the heart of a tree   Softly, history preserved in its skeleton    Stone through silicone chronicled in ringlets moving   Like clouds in a hurricane, circling the center, the eye that bears witness to time itself   Locked inside   
 Carbon dioxide sifts through branches like a sieve,  
 Droplets of oxygen emerge from the leaves,  
 Trees breathing win
Dip in. Deep. Peace.   
Emerge. Sweet noise. Silent noise.   
Painful. Relief.   
Submerge. Deep. Deep.   
Watch the fish. Stemmed fish.   
Tails. Linked.   
Float by. Beautiful.   
Reach out. They fly. Gone.   
Spin. Spin. The chaos. Exhilarate.   
Soak it in. Breathe it in.   
DROWN.
HYPNOTIZED   
Harsh winds' blow,  As grey clouds' grow,  Filling with rain, about to explode,  As the wind whips through trees', rocking them too and fro,  It's been like this since last night,  Since late into twilight,  
Resting raindrops' look diamond like,  
As the ghusting winds' cut through like a sharp butcher knife,  
I see troubled skies',  
As far as can be seen with my weary eyes',  
Raindrops' fall like moisture from teary eyes',  
As I wintness it all I am hypnotized.   
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The Moon   
Staring up at the moon tonight  Watching as the clouds pass below it  Always blocking the moon  Yet never blocking out the light   
The moon shines through  Even with the dark heavy clouds  It shines through all and disregards clouds  Not letting them discourage it   
I wonder how it can be so calm  So determined to win  Never letting the clouds beat it at all  Not once letting them cover it completely   
I walk to the side  I walk to the rear  I walk to the front  Each time the moon follows   
It’s constantly followi
Fresly laiden snow shone briliantly in dazzling colors of red, gold, green, and yellow. Like little man they danced across the sky, shining their light upon the pure ground. It was a silent dance, etched withonly the whisper of the wind. The world stood still, as if a clock hada been stopped. The ice smooth ground waited, almost trembling, for the rare disturbance.  
 
Slosh.  
 
The young wolf pup lauhed, making paw prints on the snow.  
 
The earth shook slightly, as if to say 'Hey, it was peaceful, why did you come ruin it?'.  
 
The young pup stopped, startled slightly. But tiny hazel eyes catching
With a smoky vigilance  
I descend upon you,  A veil over my mistress.  Whims to dance with the moon  Whisper in subtle tones,  "Do not fear me child,  I am but the fog."
His black mane flutters in the wind  Brilliant black eyes seem to come alive  Hoof beats sound like battle cries!  Thundering through the night time skies   
His long strides galliant and mighty  The hair apon his pelt sleek and shiny   
He rides alone; as one spirit  Freedom is his only love  Mountains and plains with just the stars up above  The wild is his only love...
Memories of an Old Sailor  The old man stood at the edge of the sea  And was one with the crashing waves  Remembering the days when he’d sailed o’er its glass  Proud and defiant and brave   
When he was young, he’d lived at sea  And sailed to distant lands  He’d seen the gargantuan rainforest trees  And been stung by the hot desert sands   
The icy frost of the cold North Wind  Had kissed his cheeks with snow  And when the storm winds fiercely blew  He’d never once hidden below   
His ship was light and speedy  And flew quickly o’
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The eagle strong, the owl fair,  The robin with song so sweet,  They gathered at my doorstep  For I had not a bite to eat.   
The eagle brought a rabbit,  The owl brought a mouse,  
The robin brought a little worm  To the doorstep of my house.   
I could not eat the rabbit,  Nor the mouse that lay so dead,  The worm was much too slimy,  For all I eat is bread.   
The eagle, owl, robin too,  They all three are my friends  But I wish they would skip the prey  And bring me bread instead.
A tangled network of reeds nestle    on a cool riverbank.  Roots feel into the soaking earth  
to find a footing amongst the unimaginable unknown.  So much complexity lurks within.  The chemicals of life: such tiny building blocks.  The sun, which allows photosynthesis, shines brightly.  Who would have known it could all be undone  by something as simple as an unstable footing?

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