whimsical
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Once there was life within-without...
The “Purple-Violet Squish.”
Flower-power & liquid sunshine shower...
Things to see pass in a storm:
A bicycle rider,
One wicked witch,
4 large antelope,
5 dancing teacups,
Big purple elephant,
The moon shines
Spreading glittering rays
Reflecting off of lakes
Like broken shards of light
The air hangs heavy
Thought: Baby Steps
Have you ever watched a parent guide a toddler's steps?
It's whimsical,
I say that geared toward the toddler because their legs just aren't strong enough yet,
You know?..
Drear behind, sunshine ahead
Fleet are the feet of Poe.
Emma drops down the hem of her gown
Her stems curl up beneath her
Her face to the skies, filling her eyes
Warm and wet, they glow.
When you face the world by yourself
That path that you take may be unclear
Uncertainties will present themselves
You are dealing with a whimsical nature
Let these challenges build you up
When you see me reaching down,
With a needful talon in clear distress,
Today my talents seem faint, so impotent,
From my beak croaks a mournful sound.
In the garden you'll find this raven,
Eruptions, explosions, stars dying emitting their luminous lights that exasperate us.
She cried through the winter,
and so the earth painted itself her favorite shade of green.
She cried for space to chase her dreams,
and so the earth opened into a sky of pale blue.
Green is the color of envy
Red is the color of love
Blue is the color of freedom
While yellow is the color of fun
Black is an evil color
White is always good
Grey is the color in between
I don't know where the sky is
is it above or in my head?
I do know I'll follow it
every moment 'til I'm dead
Amber veins of brittle stem
spread thinly through my body,
serving as a fragile skeleton
to structure my scarlet paper skin
as I am tos't by warm soft wind.
To say I thought,
It will rain today.
The pressure will rise, and the sun will be masked by the white & blue colors it creates when the cold & wet appear.
And all the girls in short and shirts that get cold will get cold
The scent of
the juice of
apples on her breath
mixes (by 10pm) with the café cigarettes &
coffee in her hair
And she told us that when she dreams, she goes to every country on Earth,
Encircled by an icy perfection
desiring spring to rise and thaw
yearning strictly buckled down
our passions mustn’t gain control
