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LonelyI look at the stars
Hoping to see something
Looking back at me.

But its just echoes
Of dead and dying
Suns and worlds.

Nothing's listening,
Nothing's speaking,
Nothing really cares.

There is no design,
No grand plans to
Make the universe spin.

There's only darkness,
Suffocating and cold,
Consuming the light.

Resting In NatureGreen leaves, soft wind,

The gentle whisper of the breeze.

Frogs croak, Birds sing,

The water reflects the warmth of the Sky.

Calm breathing, light sighing,

The boy and the girl lie calmly in the grass.

Midday Mildness, Soft shade,

Trees provide the greatest shields.

Light shifting, kind yawning,

The Lovers stir in their sleep.

A summer day to never forget.

A nature orchestra providing the lightest music.

A day shared, Hands linked,

The lovers sleep in peace.

You always tell me the same storyHe's in love with a scene from the winter
that occurs on a trip to Washington,
when the dark is constant and the trees jog
like legends alongside the highway;

as his eyes fall half-sleep but his senses remain
taut and vigilant, sweating on the wheel,
pitching nerve to the sound of branches cracking,
bristling under his wind-torn jacket;

the time of evening when the sunset rests
at its very highest, bright and sudden as Heaven,
an aureate glow around the birdsongs,
the stench of roadkill muted by a golden frost;

a taste of nirvana,
an instruction of faith,
the blatant existence of God,

lost as soon as he rounds the bend.

On days like thisOn days like this,
I like to think
About just how lucky I am.

How lucky I am
To have food
And a roof over my head.

How lucky I am
To have a beating heart
And air in my lungs.

How I lucky I am
To even have been born.
Imagine...

Out of every sperm and egg,
And every unknown miscarriage,
I survived. We all did.

That in itself is amazing.
Then add on that life itself
Is amazing and wonderful.

How many systems
Must work in tandem
To keep me alive?

If one single DNA strand
Were to replicate wrong
My life would be irreparably damaged.

If my temperature is off
By just the variance between in and out,
I die.

These things astound me.
Every c

Lookingwhy do we as human beings
ignore what is placed before us
at our feets
in our hearts

i want to be apart of nature
dissolve into the endless stretch
of baby blue skies
lift off in nimbus clouds

and when i want
gently float back down

ReptileBy design, I survive hiding, quiet;
carnivorous.
I am my fangs, or my claws, or my muscle;
alien from accepted.

Please, do not forget,
my cold blood seeks heat.

The softness of scales surprises the skin
of ignorant fingers.

RandomSiren sing me that beautiful
song of love, death and tragedy.
of war that was outplaced by love
are other things. Oh siren sing me
that song that has kept you singing,
the song that kept you breathing, the
song that every man, woman and child
would like to hear.

Wishing for WingsI was born a caterpillar...
Plump and cute and green.
You might think it would be great,
But that was not my dream!

Every day the birds came
The prettiest of things.
Though they want to eat me,
I can't help but watch those wings!

Every night I wish
On the first star in the sky
Please oh please just give me
Wings so I can fly!

In the morning I'd wake up
And through the trees I'd climb...
If I had wings I wouldn't crawl,
A dumb inch at a time.

I never stopped the wishing,
I never gave up hope...
Then happened this strange thing...
Did not think I could cope!

All the sky still left to see...
And mother tells me "Dear,"
"It's time for you t

LacusSunlight glistens off the top of the lake;
Fish swim beneath the cool, crystal waters,
And the wind chops at the surface,
Breaking, for a moment, the reflection
Of the azure ocean above.

Morning CallMorning Call
Sudden shower
Lying half-awake in bed
The soft, tender form of my darling touching me
To my delight, the trill of the bugle
The tumult of the rifles
Had been stilled by the rain
The only sound i heard
Through the soft, quiet swish of my fan
Was the soft and silent swish of the late summer rain
I lay in bed to listen
Until 9 AM

light is dark and dark is lightHave you eaten from the fruits of insanity?
have you not yet bitten into the bitter sweet fruit of sins that lay upon truth?
or are you still living in the safety of a lye,
for I have moved on
while you are still hiding in the blackness of the day
I am bathing under the light of the shade
and though you are blind by the hellish suns rays
I can see
So I will take you by the hand and lead your wandering soul down the proper path of darkness
not the path of son and truth but the path of lies death and gloom
for this is the path of safty
this path was built for you...

Joyful SongTonight's a starry night
With a gleaming moon.
You feel alive and energetic
Ready to run with joy.

Adrenaline courses through your veins
Waiting to be released.
It sends energy through your body,
And you just want to let loose.

In seconds you feel a rush.
It engulfs you from head to toe.
The energy is finally released
As a howl erupts from your throat.

The howl is a song of joy,
And many wolves hear the tune.
They overcome with happiness
As they join in the joyful song.

The Song of the WolfEnlighten me, moon
For your beauty gives me strength
Enlighten me, stars
For your vastness across the sky gives me freedom
Enlighten me, earth
For your energy gives me life
Enlighten me, universe
For I am the Great Wolf

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Back to the Wild

by ~mrcbax, Sep 10, 2011, 1:28:31 AM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Caffeine
Nicotine
coffee and cream
Hear my scream
the work week drags on it seems
staring at this computer screen
all day long counting beans
just to make a little green

we weren't built to live this way
in slavery to the modern day
living our lives without a say
dreams on hold to endless delay
we cage ourselves to hide from the fray
of living on the edge our ancestor's way
afraid to run afraid to play
afraid of life in nature's bay

break the molds, release the caveman
get out in the dirt, play in the sand
walk through the trees, explore the land
build a fort, work with your hands
make a bow, string its band
grow some veggies, get them canned
sweat in the sun, get a little tanned
this is the life that I demand

Back to the Wildby ~mrcbax

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

This just came to me, think my inner child was wanting to get out today.

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~sneekysneki Sep 12, 2011 Student Photographer

thank you this is just great. I feel like reading this helped me out but I don't know how. I do feel less depressed so I would just like to say thank you because today got a bit brighter because of this poem