wind is breathing shadows
reflecting opposition to outside pushing
my eyes are still and rest upon this vision
my heart signals birds
pulsing forward
I am puppeteering trees
and laughter is
a swelling dance
exhalation turns the page
and here we begin,
with feather
white
and
ink
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I hear singing
a bird has been released
droplets of freedom spin from her wings
she is ruffled and puffed
a little fisherman
longing to dive
embraced by ripples
with fish on her mind
mesmerising
Eavesdropping I am
on conversation
seen
between leaves,
shhhhhhhhhhhh
ears widen
in pink anticipation
blinking birds take wing
through fresh clouds they arrow
sight is lost
my face whipped,
stinging,
singing
raw joy
love
in this moment
this expressive impressive morning moment
my heart splits in gentle tone
fine, musical wings expand,
to spin the length of space
mesmerising
diamond
light
Pretty birds and vines,
embroidered simplicity
reveal perfect lines
and puppetry.
.
Orange-yellow blossoms
warm toes on tiles
will not mask your human steam,
your spirit perfume.
.
You of naked information
cannot hide nor burn,
but, in candid ambiguity,
only delight.
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, Death, and Everything In Between
JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
Sharing my poetry to help end the stigma about mental health
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