Colored Vision

The Way I See You

Blooming Love

My heart goes "thud"
and the love starts to bud
i can feel it growing and blooming
this feeling is almost consuming

My heart is burning and yearning
and my stomach is turning
the way the waves shake up the ocean
he is my potion

A love that is unending
if should i be left pending
gazing at the stars
withheld by bars
one day we will reach Mars

On mountain tops high
I can not say "good bye"
the winds they blow
my heart to tow

-- Laura C.

Wrapped up as one

The way we breath, we help one another
some say you are the all giving mother


Wrapped up as one
humans try to run
and distance the truth
that we are all connected,
conjoined as if by a wire
can't they feel the fire?

Wrapped up as one
all having fun
dancing and singing
as one being
but each in our own special way
we play

Wrapped up as one
we don't need a ton
nature gave us love
and the peaceful dove

--Laura C.

after life

The Full Void

 

  

Photos by: Daveed L. 

Under the Hat

a new heart

The Way of the Wood

Trapped in the Concrete Jungle

"Shamu"-- by: Daveed L.

crunch, crackle, chomp
the graham cracker breaks in two, sprinkling crumbs onto
the blue whale behind it
A new name,
A jolly rancher being the only security,
left out for the rats in an outer ring
Call me by my name
Then pull out my ears--wings you called them--
yank my hair
Whilst i swim away chuckling,
elated at a defense
a bruised nose, proof that i was there

“The bombastic sense of things”--By: Daveed L.

“The bombastic sense of things”

You, with your words

always prying

digging deeper with a simple smile and a question.

No never worked for you,

unless followed by an exasperation

You always tried to mold your reality

to fit the dreams you had

so high, floating up on the clouds

Then you speak some sort of crime,

honesty, morality, decency.

Ears, closed to all,

like a snail hiding in its shell.

I'll recall the wintery days,

the sun would come up,

So would you,

And we'd walk

But that was time ago.

the wrong side of a one way road,

which at the moment,

does not involve oaks, pines, and trees

Nor the dying memory of a life,

different completely, from me

Hold me at Earth's Edge

Photo by: Mackenzie C. & Daveed L.

Morning's Yawn

Up for Show

Bliss

The Ring of Nature

Life's Pleasures