THE FIGHT

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“ View of Mt. Fuji from Mt. Tenjo on a cloudy winter morning
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THE FIGHT
Night into day.
Day into night.
I’m swept away
As I hold tight.
The night numbs me,
Making me cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.
I prefer day
When the sun...

 

earthporn-org:

View of Mt. Fuji from Mt. Tenjo on a cloudy winter morning

THE FIGHT

Night into the day.

Day into night.

I’m swept away

As I hold tight.

 

The night numbs me,

Making me cold.

The days rush by

As I grow old.

 

I prefer day

When the sun shines.

The night is fey,

Dark through the pines.

 

Night into day.

Day into night.

Days become grey,

No strength to fight.

 

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ICY HOT

Ice Fire

 

Cold.

Icy cold.

My toes feel numb.

My fingers tingle.

The wind howls.

Sleep tempts me.

But I must continue

to the top of the hill.

The view waits for me.

Only a few more steps.

Silence wraps its arms around me.

I raise my face to the beauty.

The colors take my breath away.

DARK AND COLD DAY

whatzyourfantazy:
“ ENERGY
”
The green waves grow in force.
Digging in to the shore.
Wolf rides in on a horse.
Leaving me wanting more.
I open my eyes.
I’m in my own bed.
I can hear soft sighs.
From inside my head.
‘Only a dream,’ I say.
Wolf will...

 

whatzyourfantazy:

ENERGY

 

The green waves grow in force.

Digging into the shore.

He rides in on a horse.

Leaving me wanting more.

 

I open my eyes.

I’m in my own bed.

I can hear soft sighs.

From inside my head.

 

‘Only a dream,’ I say.

He will make us all pay.

He’ll come for me today.

On this dark and cold day.

 

THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER

flowersgardenlove:

 

The epic battle of the seasons.

Old Man Winter 

erase all signs of Fall.

Snow covers the ground.

Tree limbs hang low dripping white.

Fall holds her branches

close to her body.

Some have already fallen.

The lone casualties of war.

The battle rages on.

Fall will have to succumb

to the dictates of Old Man Winter.

She has no choice.

She puts up a valiant battle.

She will be back after Summer

finishes heating the earth.

She bows her head.

WASH AWAY MY PAIN AND SORROW

 

 

 

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say.
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine,
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

MUSIC OF THE DEEP

 

 

MUSIC OF THE DEEP

Colors of the rainbow swirl by,

Swimming free to the beat of their own.

A harmony of  movement

Following the slow tempo of the deep.

Cover me with your cold arms,

A baby blanket of softness.

Take me down under your waves,

Where the world glows a bluish green.

Into the deep darkness,

Where a silent cocoon awaits me.