I’ll wake up in a forest
Up on top of a mountain
Nightly I’m on the rise
I come to rest as I awaken
Rivers and lakes always on the move
Inspires my movements, from rise to fall
Inspiration from seasons
Leaves turn green to gold
Reborn every morning
I’m cool air on the rise
From forests to deserts
Tumble weeds to trees
From the flats, hills to mountains
Where the sun climbs and drops
Between peaks and valleys
Between dreams and reality

I was out in the middle of the ocean
All signs of land and mountains faded
Lost was the sight of trees in the hills
Water is swelling, sways in the breeze
I’m lost in the open, swallowed by waves
awoke to shores, longed for, for years
your breasts are hill’s, sight for sore eyes
I landed on shore and kiss the ground
never wanting to be alone in open water
I could grow old on these warm shores
Soak in fresh water, no salt in my wounds
Putting down roots, building a shanty town
A village on the rise from the ground up
Our laws, our morals govern our people

ghost stories

There is a ghost in my gullet
Its up on the rise.
Floating above us
Softly its breathing
Cold breeze it exhales

the most beautiful

Silky black hair’s cool soft touch

Eyes like looking into a wise old forest

An animated little nose, flares with expression

Tender pink lip’s perfectly formed with a sweeping top

A gentle subtle chin fondly frames In the rest

Neck that made to poise a wise head

Collar bones connection to be kissed

Shoulders both strong and slim

Arms armed with artistry hold me so tight

Breasts of a goddess, worshipped by my mouth

Back arched like marble aqueducts, smooth to the touch

A stomach slightly curved, midpoint of perfection

Hips that can anchor the worlds weight yet so lovely

Your gentle opening, it’s like a doorway home

The bubbles of your buttocks beckon me

Legs draw my eye, strong and beautiful

Down to small ankles, bring legs to a point

Finished by fine feet, oh the travels they have seen

wicked little spell

wicked little spell of heart and sleeve
tasting, sleeping the wanting lip ache
the image, the thought wished to believe
malignant hearts tumor a doctor's to take

sleepless night never so filled with joy
the night after the warm feels so cold
raiders of insides, a mingled word ploy
swelling, the masses, knots are all told

sunshine rays replaced with cloudy rain
brown eyes dark as underground waterways
a paper heart shape here simple and plain
the sprinkles of springtime focus on days

deep water currents stir up my emotion
remembrance of well framed collections
the rain to water traps collect my devotion
scribbled note to you, full of corrections

people

the animals