Read to me the sky
does She sob for us?
Smiling beams;
perhaps inspiration
Or, come to bribes
only failed and unseen
Ritualistic blindness
are we all
And Her rage sweeps wide
left untouched are none
Still unchanged
deliberate ignorance chosen
No messege bends our dominance
Written pleas among clouds
She gives this last
even to my mind, this warning lost
so please!
Read to me the sky

Nene

Trickling moisture glistens
down ruddy cheeks
And, half attempts to stem the flow
leaves smudged blotches
A warpaint of earth
signifies this battle
With ever growing
twisted green monsters
Which hold hostage
his garden creations
Of proud and glorious blossoms
thier heads held high
The remaining dignity displayed
as bursts of rainbow hues
Thier only weapon,
aids in thier keepers war
Against his hardy nemesis

Called Weeds

nene

If you reach my heart, tend it well...

If you take my hand, be willing to hold on

We are not above hurting, or failure

Defeat is a myth, if it must be...

Walk around the hurdle, if your legs cannot carry you over

Choices...Outside thinking of the trap in our heads

Remember your ripples

And all of those you touch...


nene

who's on first
me or you
how deep does it go
for mere closeness
becomes intentions
yet farther is the heart

temporary fixes
nothing
temporarily

knowing wants
and ignoring them
shallow soul
who waits while you fill
can you reach?

cross the line
into untrue
and be a liar

If you want, then go
hardships follow
all of us
don't wait was the answer
wait for what, I say

woman in a box
on a shelf in the mind
is that heart?

Make a reality
with intent and honor
play with noone, true
while pretend houses
childsplay


nene

i conform to my own changes
doing things in fits and rages
alone bad attitude
life youve deemed rude
doing time in your paperdoll world
F--king nutty swirls
ineffectual dead
doing time in your own little head
full of ourselves
busy little elfs
i must be crazy
say im tasteless and lazy
trapped inside
wheres my mind
listened? amazing
dont phase me

doc

The Nature Of Sky

Sky is nature; Sky is dark and light.
Sky is blue, cloudy, Grey and white.
Sky is air and it breathes with wind.
Sky changes; Lightening's friend.

Sky can be sad; Clouds can weep.
Sky can refresh; Clouds can sleep.
Sky is attached; Ground hugs Sky.
Sky is alive; With it birds can fly.

Sky touches us all; Sky can be thin.
Sky is vulnerable; Sky is our friend.
Sky loves water; Sky sucks it up.
Sky loses water; Sky has leaky cup.

Sky likes kites; Sky likes to fly, too.
Sky likes space; Sky prefers blue.
Sky likes grass; Grass waves at Sky.
Sky likes trees; Trees notice Sky.

deep throat
growls ebb and flow
clashing
resounding rumble
and
breathtaking
electric dazzle
outbreak neon fingers
flash, searing
into minds eye
arousing adrenaline rush
then, wash ozone
atmosphere

Nene

Storms of life roll in like
waves
unfurling fiery scrolls.
But each will pass.
Then comes the calm,
the period of repose.

So when those storms of life
surge in,
no need to be forlorn.
Ride out each wave with
inner calm.
Then surge ahead with
inner storm….

soft skin
small hairs
gentle touch
slow caress

light kiss
sweet taste
familiar smell
warm embrace

shallow breath
raged excitement
moisture builds
souls united

freed expression
hungered lust
wild passion
union erupts

returning places
breath controlled
spent casings
love flowed

Great work guys.

thanks marie!=0)

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dining fingers of lightening
clinging eons of atom filled space
ozone layered tasting air
static senses
an explosion of the infinitesimal
singing nerves
ending in reverb

Bustling house is hushed now.
Breathes and stretches out.
Piles of rumpled, dusty clothes
Tell stories of adventures had.
Lucerne hay in pockets
From the pony that was fed.
Sand and gravel in the socks,
From cowboys rough ride games.
Cat hair on the jumper
From marmalade kittens cuddled close.
Dog hair on the t shirt
From wrestling on the lawn.

Sleeping angel snoozing
Tiny hands tucked under chin.
Stray hair falls across her face
As she sighs and snuggles in tight.
Tired venturer slumbers now
Worn out from her day.
Big brother's voice is deeper
From his challenges and woes.
Skinned knees and goofy grins
As eyes shine bright in telling.
He stands a little taller
From his brush with bucking bulls.

This house does rest now,
Quiet, and relaxed.
Darkness holds the angels safe
To wander in their dreams.
Shifting blankets closer
Their smells of sun, and earth.
Thankyou for the joy you bring
The love you grow in me.
Sleep my children, safe and sound
As I revel in mother love.
As everyday is Mother's day,
When you are in my world.

For my children.

Tis the nature of things
To ebb and flow.
For the sun to rise
And the sun to set.

Tis the nature of things
To be dark and light.
For light to shine
And shadows hold.

Tis the nature of things
To feel you close.
For the distance to be small
And yet miss you.

Tis the nature of things
To love and to like
For hearts to hear
And minds to mesh.

Tis the nature of things
To miss you, Nene.

If I wasn't to ask questions,
would I be able to define me?

If I didn't look beyond me,
would I be too blind to see?

If I closed my ears to others,
would I not be able to hear?

If I took away the courage,
would I always live in fear?

If I stood still and silent,
would I lose all momentum?

If I wasn't my own illusion,
would I become ad finitum?

Who am I to ask this,
who am I to care?

Am I just a shadow on the film,
of another's passing stare?

Silence, warm and soft, holds tight.

Closeness, without hearing you breathe.

Seeing, you with eyes closed.

Heart, wrapped around us both.

Moments, too many and not enough.



Speak to me, in the silences,
See me, in your dreams,
Love me, tangled in your heart,
Remember me, for all eternity.


As I do you.

Inside, outside
Upside down.
Backwards, forwards
Round and round.

One step, two step
Twirl and twist around
Side-step, back step
Shimmy, shake, and ground.

Dance on tip toes,
Shuffle over here.
Feet placed just so,
Slide over there.

Take the lead,
I will follow.
All through night
And into tomorrow.

Inside, outside
Upside down.
Backwards, forwards,
Round and round.



Just dancing..

Nene......enough of the Zen Master, here to teach me patience....I
don't wanna learn it !!!!

Where are you?????? I miss you....

Rumi Tism

Aw, the wonder and the nature of things.
Burning sand and flowers the rain brings.
Endless desert with sand dunes so pretty.
An oasis of utter beauty; Devoid of vanity.

Virgin tracks swept by the howling wind.
Dried bones polished; Yorick, my friend.
Warmth in the day; Coldness in the night.
My aching bones try to take in the sight.

My camel is thirsty; Its has been a week.
I suck on the rock; My knapsack is bleak.
The mirages become real; Sahara is dry.
The camel snorts; I feel rain in my thigh.

A nomad greets me; The sun is fading.
We both notice; Comes great shading.
Clouds in the desert; Moisture in the air.
We take off our robes; Rain we will share.

My camel knickers in glee; His licks dew.
In my thoughts; I try to remember you.
Another beautiful day in the desert bliss.
She touches me deeply; I feel her kiss.

But I still miss Nene