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I sit down,
close my eyes
Take a deep breath.
When I open them my breath is taken away from me
All the books.
it was all of them in the world
Millions.
sitting there, waiting
waiting to be read.
I stand up and slowly
so slowly,
walk up to the closest
bookcase.
Reaching from my feet to the high ceiling.
Millions, all of them in the world.
I slide my hands along the old and new
covers, careful not to disturb them
My eyes are everywhere
trying to take in everything.
I reach for one,
then another
I have a pile of books so heavy
my arms ache
I keep grabbing more and more,
Finally I sit and read.
I read forever.
Keep reading.

I Was Going To

I was going to write a poem about sunsets.
The gigantic fireball
tumbling from the fading day.
I really wanted to.
The tinge of swirls
rising from behind the hill
the deep blue of space creeping down
the crimson, teal, violet and marigold
Sunsets. 
Sunrises.
A day gone by,
a new beginning.
But I couldn't.

If It Was

If it was an aura
       it would be
a rainbow
If it was a rainbow
       it would be
bright and rising high into the sky
If it was the sky
       it would be
clear and blue, an ocean of hope that carries one big, blazing ball of sun
If it was the sun
       it would be
constantly and fiercely shinning fireball that it is
But it isn't.
it is life
Beautiful, glamorous, loving, forgiving, colorful, fun
Amazing
Life

I Took A Walk

The thin, emerald green
bends harshly in the whistling wind
that pushes it about
it dances under the settling
glow of the faraway fireball
lowering for a night of peaceful rest,
after a long day of shining fiercely for all

All alive
Celebrating spring
season of love,
rebirth,
happiness
The beautiful day,
the kind you only find once a year
one you must cherish
warm air,
slight breeze,
clear sky
Green,
everywhere.

In the distance little,
black dots
Imagine them grazing
their whole bodies arching to reach
the too short, delicious, spring grass
swaying in time with the earth and sky
under the afternoon blaze

They seem to grow at the edges
Fences,
closing in
guarding, protecting
though slowly creeping
they rise slowly
closer and closer
 gracefully
Tall and magnificent they stand
glories and strong
A natural apartment building
housing thousands of lives
light green, dark green, mint, jade
the reddish brown of long gone autumn
the bareness of the fading cold

My head turns upward
eyes fluttering against the water-like sky
an endless void of faith and dreams

Stand tall
arms stretched out
breathe in deeply
filling my lungs
till their fit for bursting
trying to imagine
each breath, each molecule
of air
rushing though my body
I close my eyes

Hear the chirping birds
dancing, fluttering, hopping on the rough, dry branches
Smell the aromatic flowers blooming
most just barely buds,
yet standing tall
Taste the pollen in the air
the life in it all

As I try to take in all this beauty
this view
this Essence
I come to a realization
You can't.

You have to interpret each thing as an
individual
only then,
to see it as a whole
as a life
A whole, working together, living life

Tick, tick, tick

tick, tick tick

It ticked
like a clock
without a tock
in steady rythem
keeping us in line
in time

tick, tick, tick

As the music swell around me
the beautiful sound,
melting, dark chocolate
it fills my ears,
my head,
my heart
My whole self
I struggle to hear the
steady beat
always there

tick, tick, tick
Tick.

PRIMAVERA (Spring)

Promising peace

Rising rainbows

Inquiring insects

Marching manarcs

April antics

Vibrating views

Erratic earth

Radicle rainbows

Artistic anvils

We Fight

We fight

Suddenly my gear feels wrong

too tight, too loose

My body is full of adrenaline, running

purely, primitively on instinct

I wait for her to start

In one fluid motion

she steps and make a wild swing

to my abdomen

She hits her target

It's my turn

I kihup loudly

and do two kicks in a row

She backs up and throws a jump

This goes on

Who will win?

Time.

Cold

I step outside
The cold engulfs me
I keep walking
It gets worse
The cold stings and
finds it's way to every part
of my body
Every piece of exposed skin.
I breath in
It hurts
It wants to freeze my lungs
I close my eyes
But keep walking
I finally get inside
After what felt like years of cold
It takes a few moments
For my body to thaw
And get circulating again
Warmth
I dread the moment I'll have to walk out again
It's called Winter.

Writing

Writing.
it's not really simple
to write
You have to
think
feel
be.
You have to
rewrite
again
and
again
Writing isn't just words on paper
it's meaning in words.
Writing is life.

Funny Poems

Why doesn't anyone write funny poems anymore?
Like about apples.