Sluitdewereld - ClosetheworldDaar lag ik danOnder de koepel van je blauwe haarEn even bestond er niets meer buiten de afstand tussen onze gezichten~So there I layUnder the dome of your blue hairAnd for a moment, nothing more existed aside the distance between our faces
Dragonsearthloveshadowdarknesswindmoonwatersunicestarshadow starthunder cloudfirefifteen dragons in flight, gliding through the atmosphere.each with their own abilities,each with their own color, and size,each with their own nature,and each,with their own destiny...
Wolfen SoulI have never wanted to howl,So badly as I do now.I can feel the tightening in my chest,My maw raising toward the sky,Flattening my ears,And singing to the moonTo my brothers and sisters,To my soul that lives out in the forest.All of it.I want to drink in the air,As it swirls around me,I want to growl, play and bark,At my pack who live around me.I just want to be freed,Of this retched life.I want to wag my tailAnd feel the soil between my paws.Most of all, I want to howl,I want to sing my soul for all to hear.I just want to be free,To be free in the wild.Yet I am forced to hold back the feeling.The tears welling up in my eyes,Slowly fall down my muzzle.I dont know if Im happy or sad,But now I can feel myself calming down.The feeling has been released for now,But until it happens again, I will howl for you,And the life that awaits in the deep green forests,Of my heart and soul.*flattens ears and howls*
Winter WonderlandSnow blankets the fields that once were greenThis Winter Wonderland which can be seenCreating starkness in a shade of whiteWe gaze in awe upon this sightSnowflakes drifting slowly to the ground Floating softly without a sound Placing shapes upon this earth Filling hearts with Winter's mirthAll wrapped in garb to keep us cosyOf joyous laughter and cheeks so rosyWe make snow-angels in the snowSuch sheer delight with eyes aglowSnowballs flying through the airAs children play without a careShrieks of glee flow on the breezeAnother memory our hearts will seizeAnd when the day is finally doneWe say far
virid escent nostomaniai like my skies firstly blue powdered antique azure; like the dusky aged dust on chalkhill moth's-wings in attics, the ones that- flutter at sundown beneath the pinions behind the yellow glassi like my skies secondly green cocksuring capriciously teal; like the rusty old paint on beat-up millionnaires sardine-tins, the ones that- heat at sundown in the warm red dirt in fields of yellow grassi like my skie
Wise Old SageWise old sage how many years have you seen?How many birds have come to rest in your branches?How many a sunrise have you watched in your existance?How many nights have you glimpsed a falling star?How many scars give witness to lovers who have met hereHoping to leave their mark upon the world?Great old sage how many births have you stood here?How many generations have lain in your towering shadow?How many children have hidden amongst your plentiful leaves?How many a swing has been hung upon your powerful limbs?How many fragments of rope bear witness to the laughterOf the youth that dare climb upon your bough?Dear old sage how many storms have you weathered?How many times have you braved the force of winds?How many snowfalls have you braced yourself against?How many times have you blossomed once again?How many springs have you had to start anewStretching your glorius branches towards the sun?And now old sage you have withered and broken.Your roots have run dry and your
Mother Nature.Mother Nature.She is the world’s most notorious serial killer.No other can be more creative or spontaneous.Obscuring her weaknesses as her strengths,Eradicating masses reducing flesh to ashes.She turns all novels of life into a vengeful thriller.The effects of her actions are simultaneous.Her native reach is beyond any man’s length.The fact is while we worry about taxes,She could strike again at any given time.After generations of countless preparations.We still cannot calculate her complex design.As she alters her variation to suit any situation.Some pledge their allegiance to her,Others doubt whether she exists.Regardless of the feelings you have towards her.It is still her terrain to retain, tangle and twist.With minimal effort she controls the deserts, the concrete and the seas.She is capable of making grand buildings tumble to their knees.With ease she can encourage the streets to flourish with disease.And afterwards create ever green trees with hom
Jouw verre landWaar ik slaap, deinen auto'sisomorf met de zee.Onder een betonnen deken, kusten sust het stoplicht me tot rust.Maar ergens tussen hier en nergens,aan het eind van dode paden,op jouw land en onder jouw genade,werd mijn kortsluiting geblust