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Colors of the trees, sound of the bees,
Trickle of the stream, beautiful sunbeam,
Tickle of the breeze, pretty scent of posies,
Nature has no certain flaw,
these are the things that leave me in awe.
"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality."
-Carl Sagan
I was a strict stripling.
I stood for the stars and stripes,
Be them still or rippling.
How the world is against feeling numb!
The towering trees demanding awe,
The twittering birds crying for attention,
The fascination one feels from looking at a lake.
How beautiful the feeling of being in love,
Dear God,
Thank you for creating your masterpieces, trees.
Oh God, how nice are Your trees,
with branches reaching out
to You,
with leaves that gleam
in the sun,
with roots made to gather
Enormous, silent flashes
Fill the arid night
Lightning so bold it reveals clouds
For many an arid mile
One, two seconds apart
A jovial dance
Performed on a stage
i saw the world today, spread out
over the mountains and over the seas; swirling
into the ether, straining toward oblivion.
i heard the world today:
Take a look around you.Do you see the starlight?Do you see the owl whoFlies solo in the night?
it's hard to be aware
of the moving world around
the whipping and rushing and tripping and gushing
it's hard to stay with your feet on the ground
and it's much too easy to lose that footing
Irredescent glow gives a certain luster in the snow.
Cold as the winter wind blows and every one watches as the ice start to give new shows.
Her beauty is a wonder.
Her smile is intriguing.
With fiery black eyes,
And an elegance to her ebony skin,
She makes the stars look like they're not shining.
If beauty could be described in words,
I've seen bullying in my life,
I've been on both sides.
Some people say it's not the place to be,
But I must say...
"I just get off on the pain."
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Now, it's been a while,
I wish
you knew,
I hope,
you'll see,
How much you mean to me,
Running through mind,
Worrying about you,
Even though you aren't mine,
I'm not okay,
I'm not fine,
When at a door a common thing
Is to knock your hand on that door.
But is that door meant to be knocked on?
Is your hand meant to knock?
Or is your hand meant to build that door
Are darkest day turn to dust with lust
The soul stirs in the muck with lust
My heart drowns in sorrow with love
My lungs seer and burn with love
Tell me now which should I pick
Lust or love which one is quick
I hear your name
and I sigh
I see your face
and I cry
I hear your voice
and I die
your beauty is strong
inside and out.
I stand staring up
In awe I look
Mouth gapping to breath in the taste of their voice
Dizzying my self with the constellations of their rhymes
In awe I stand
Of the vast
Darkness
