Om

Oh! I just remember I wrote some poetry tonight. Here it is.


[B][SIZE="3"]On a Cliff
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On a cliff.
In my mind I light a match to kerosene.
It is the same old riff:
Ah God, that life should be so mean.

Looking down,
Off the sea-bluff, a half-mile to the rocks:
Around I,
A mountain, trees, and I under a mountain of stuff.

I fall
Encased in metal as my mind allows:
Tumbling,
Ah God, as I fall fast as air allows.[/COLOR]


The Gremlin's House
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All the way to the Gremlin's house I cried:
Tripped on vines, and got thistle in my eye.
It was several hours, and I grew weak and tired,
Until at last we came into the sight of an awful house.
A house of horrors, it had cobwebs in the doorway,
And I felt things crawling on me as I got pushed through.

Leaving air for dampness, light for darkness,
And leaving the cool fresh air of a summer day.
Then I was blindfolded, or it was just too dark to see.
I was taken through the house,
With the Gremlin's hands on me,
And suddenly I knew no more- dark nor light
Held any meaning or difference then,
I was a corpse.[/COLOR]


About a Person (Relating a Shrew)

[COLOR="Red"]And now I retire into the house,
Am I a man or a mouse?
It could be cheese I am returning to;
I could be something relating a shrew.
I leave a place, or space, or so I think,
But I don't understand the link.
A cricket softly crows my only dream.
So what am I? or what do I seem?[/COLOR]


Reflecting Silver Blue
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The moon reflects silver blue on the leaves above.
I cough, yet is a pleasant cough,
A sneeze turned into a cough.
Achoo.

The leaves attempt to calm my fitful state.
I am experiencing the awakeness of life.

A chapel, some trees and a red car, some buildings
and radio towers are my view.

Against a wall I let my soul slide into it.
I close my mouth and eyes and breathe,
When a large cat walks from left to right.
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Is It Love
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I love this place, I come here often;
It is just between a wall and open space.
I love this place, it's awesome.
It's quiet, I'm alone in all this space.
The shadows of the leaves fall on open ground;
There's a calm that I receive.
The shadows of the leaves are soft and nice.
I am quiet, I'm alone and I receive.
Is it love I feel for all these things I feel?
I wonder what my brain is thinking of.
Is this love? Can it be, and is it real?
I cannot think of what my brain is thinking of.
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Do You Feel

[COLOR="Indigo"]Do you feel like a king or a queen?
With your beauty, your inheritance is the world, is everything.
You will have the stars and night and years.
Yours: houses, roads, fields and forests and towns.
It is your garden we walk in, and Yours is the Tree of Life You planted long ago.
Yours are the Mountains and Valleys in Spring and Summer; it is your destiny to lead us, Oh daughter of the sky.

You consecrate my vision,
Your soul is the essence of me, and I am lost without you.
Without you I am gone a hundred miles, I am in a dry, hot land.
The world comes to an end.

For centuries we have wars and widespread death.
Bombs are dropped and kings and warlords arise: we war until we can no longer war.
Prophets are slain, and people are killed for their religion.
People are killed, people are killed, Oh it's happening now.

Nations collapse and boundaries erase.
Civilization falls burning to the sea,
As the sky turns ghastly colours with wrath and fury.
Nature takes a toll on humanity, with elan avenging herself and her daughters.
We are the daughters of nature, and many of us live to protect her.

Civilization falls to ruin; the land falls to ruin; all things risen fall.
There are graveyards of humanity and machines; vast deserts of our death.
The war machines are tossed now and then, by wandering, violent, wrecking storms.
No record, No records, no history of us.
Sheer idiocy, and all is blown away.

The scarred Earth remembers us not.
The new Earth knows us not.
The rise and fall of humanity is completed.
Here, as on another world, and another.
The same story told as many times, until it is eternal.[/COLOR]


What She Wrote

[COLOR="White"]It was my dream until I head it from her lips,
Then I was hers.
I would give her anything there is,
Because I'm hers.

What she wrote would let me drift into the night.
I would be like a winged bird in the sky.
Now I love her with all my might.
And my dream is to be with her and be high.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/B]


[B][SIZE="3"]Plantings[/SIZE][/B]
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You planted this tree.
You put the slugs here and
You've always picked on me.
You play cruel jokes on me.
You put your feet in my sand.
There's a fire on the ice,
There are silver clouds and mice,
It is perfect to be free.
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[SIZE="3"][B]She Will Come In The Night and Steal Your Marijuana[/B][/SIZE]

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She will come in the night and steal your marijuana.
Late at night, and she will take it all.
You won't hear her, and she'll be gone by morning.
A guilty soul to trust, I is ye warning.

So smoke it now afore its midnight.
It is better than to be in a jailhouse.
So now I love her with all my might.
Because a jailhouse would be no home.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/B]