The only way to be Is to be itself You must think like you are an animal at heart And a sky nature in mind You must be as quiet as the wind And graceful as a bird Well I say that is quite absurd I will be whatever prickles my doorstep Whatever leaf-blows [...]
A girl and her dog Hear music in the wind A xylaphone glisten in the sunset mist A venture to be found Of music notes Surround Caccophany of eternal rinings Of choirs singing In the clouds @ Camile McGregor
Happiness was meant As a way of living It was meant as a way to keep thriving We are not made to stay in a box We are made to explore The world and it's lot It's not a sin for curiosity And with limited money You can find much that is free [...]
I plucked your flowers Every day till bare But a stem Seeping in the night showers Thorns fare Wilting in the field A hand found your roots Finding a healed Way to spruce You are not dying Dear Dandelion You are merely Stretching Too far for your patch But the boquet is [...]
In a land of people Skin defines their name A number takes the blame They are stuck in the stone grave Built from their birth But the mind is transformative Changing with a flick The mountains are dusty Mental dip So quick The meditator mediates By examining the self But existence is complex [...]
A poem-like story about a man who finds the unusual to be the connection. He was a simple Bob Dylan man. Curly brown locks and glasses.He burnt his pizza cold. And dropped his glasses often. Walking in silence, With his hands in his pockets, down the park avenue. He was middle aged, but his wrinkles [...]
A journey into a world that he creates of his mind. A city guy living a life he dosen't know. Where will it go from here? He walks down the busy street on a sunset night, watching the choas of the crowd. United? Past eachother, they are glued to their phones, only looking up [...]
Poetry about how the mind can see so many different worlds in one canvas. How one person can hold so much knowledge about the world of art by one single look. Locked forever in their mind, they will remember the emotion of the art, and the movement that it creates inside of them. Painting is [...]
Poetry about religion meaning compromise. Cement Hits you like a pastors serman on sunday night Cement hits you like A confession of closed in hail mary's where you never went to church Cement hits you like A blessing of what the hell am I doing because Religion was never my name But my soul [...]
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