

CathedralWhat holy ground is this, Among the forlorn trees of autumn? For we, who would build walls, A steeple, and pews Grasp still not the grandeur of the Earth Fertile harbor for the souls of men; In hues of amber, umber, olive It is she who drapes the soil As an Empress Silently she makes her libations,Cathedral
In the fountain and the wood- Twigs and leaves laud the Divine While reeds shiver at the banks of hope She kneels A flock of doves protect her From the ravages of a louder time Her palms upright,
Cups of mead for hummingbirds And the feeble


Living WaterI am azure Glory in subtletyLiving Water
Ambience, rhythm Lotus Peace, deferred
Vague recollections
Of a past long unkempt
Sing my soul Serenity Ocean in blue
Symphonic meditations The drip, life
In azure


Nymph DreamsI was caught in beauty An elusive dream Magic enfolded me I slept in the wood Each heartbeat of the moon I felt in sweet repose I basked in grandeur At the setting sun The rivers sung strange lullabies As I cradled my heart Incandescence enveloped me Motion without Peace within Lilies and reeds whispered Secrets to the birds The owl spoke a mystery Oracle of flesh And I, entranced By all I had witnessed Found a pen And wrote.Nymph Dreams
Just thought I'd ask. They're very paraniod.
By the way, I love your stuff. You are an awesome poet, and not a bit pretentious. Just, overall YAY for you.
Bye now.
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"All energy flows according to the whims of the great magnet."
~Hunter S. Thompson
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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I know I am wise because I know I do not know everything.
Im sure youre just gonna love it here
But...
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