I’ve heard
Quit the engine sounds growing
From a distance
All emissions are rising
Stronger and stronger
And the high rise window washers
Occupy the busy office buildings
Filled to the highest capacity
Explore the view
Ants keep the below flowing
Smoke stack factories
Cloud the very air we all breath
Nothing much
Is going to change
By: ObligatoryInsightPoet©
4/11/16
Deep breath
Seated on the sill
This earth better swallow me whole
Shear beauty
Behold
Your grip gave way
And i, watch you look right into my dying eyes
Carry myself higher
So make no plans to leave
Stop to rest on the crumbling roof tops
The silence carries on and on
Hands on the clock, bend
Yield all good growth
Just to watch it rot
Wrecked vessel finds it way
Towards the center of gravity
Drawing its way
Closer and closer
My way
To be repaired
And to breath again
Catching thee salt air
Anchors have already been released
Carrying me higher
Only to see
Shear beauty of her round mass
Being swallowed
From within
Huge explosion
Takes place
Outward beauty
Being made all over newly land
Take that deep breath
Once more
Only to be informed
Seated promptly on the sill
There’s a peace that settles
Over this place
By: ObligatoryInsightPoet©
11/17/15
The Ridges of Intertextuallity
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
Strengthen Physically. Heal mentally. Grow Spiritually.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
words spoken from the nothing
Poetry, free verse, haiku, senryu, photography, books, art, philosophy , nature.
Elegance and Simplicity from love
transformative arts
What would you choose?
You can't break up with a soul mate
Spinning castles in the air has become a habit.
Inspiration to lead you back to Soul
poetry as I crochet
Remnants from the Realm of Dissociation
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
the literary asylum
My Hands Talk Better!
