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In every bloom,
Pollinated happiness
Intoxicates me with colorful hallucinations
Brightening the shadows within.

Long have I, like a vampire
Dreamt of catching light, tho so denied
And amid this paradise,
I let the warmth of the morning sun comfort me.

Here among the emerald,
Verdant rows with pops of violet or orange,
A vibrant kaleidoscope of crimson and apricot
I am entranced, bewildered by ancient magics
Holding me like a newborn babe,
Swaddled within a blanket of leaves.

I am happiest in this retreat,
Rocking in my chair,
Sipping sweet tea as the flies compete
Racing for supremacy, spiraling for control.
While busy bees pollinate and buzz a little song for me.

I can hear the gentle lullabies of trees
As zephyr winds shake within the canopies
As light dazzles through the concave of leaves,
Bountiful essences, nature teaches healing,
Through a balm of wonder and make-believe.

Catch me among the wilds,
Wrap me up in serendipity,
Let me wave off the shade of reality,
Lingering obligations.

I don’t want to wake up in the dark clouds
When the morning star shines so bright
Illuminating life in all blissful reprisals
I’ll sing a reverie for the waking world
In a chorus crescendo with song birds at the melody.

In every bloom,
Pollinated happiness.
Let me hallucinate for a while,
Among the emerald and pops of gemstone blooms
Where inside hope springs ever more eternal.
Nature is my sanctuary.
Wake up! Wake up! What's happening? The sky is turning red, the ocean is roaring loudly, there are no animals anywhere.

The earth cries out for help, but no one answers. We all ignored her when she needed us, but when we needed her, she was there and helped us survive.

How did we repay her? How did we thank her? We thanked her by cutting down trees, killing animals, throwing trash into the ocean as if trees and animals were nothing more than unimportant things.

We made Mother Earth cry, we made her suffer, and now that she's dying, what are we doing? How are we helping her?

"Please, help her, she needs your help, this is the last time she asks for it. Please."

Wake up, please.
Listen to the sound
of a butterfly
flying by

Feel the wind
from a bumblebee's buzzing

Clouds in the sky
The endless artwork
Three poems written by my beautiful wife.
Arii 4d
Sun beating down
the tide comes around
with the gusts of
wind—adrenaline

rushes by as the sea
hushes the rustle of the trees
and the blinding rays of gold
lining the clouds above

Like a tear in the blue
And the light shining through
The comfortable blanket
the tangled net

That is a peaceful day
Coming to an end.
Shane 4d
When red apple roses rise from my head,
Know that the earth has embraced me, now dead.
I'll rest where roots wrap my bones in the ground,
And bloom through my silence, no longer bound.

Their petals still whisper the things I once said;
In death, I will part with the cage of my heart.
So grieve in my garden, but know it’s my home,
For beauty will grow where my love ever roams.
Ma'ya 4d
The roses never asked,
Why you didn’t return home.
It just bloomed and died.
The petals fell slow,
Each one a mute final word,
We could never say.
Ma'ya 4d
In the wet forest,
A carcass cradled by moss.
Life feeds on its loss.
Roots drink memory,
Silence thick as fallen leaves,
Time softens the bone.
Soul 5d
(Part 02)

As the galaxy
of shining stars
danced along with
the moon;
the stars twinkled,
slapping their long
eyelashes
till they felt
the warmth in
the space
between.
The moon,
at his very best
tried to illuminate,
but his light never
escaped,
for he only
got reflected.
The stars realized
the fakeness of his
shine,
for they
left him alone
in the midst of the
grey clouds...
A story of unmasking — when someone who tries to shine in front of others is exposed as not truly themselves, and ends up lonely, misunderstood, or rejected.
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