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Poem : The Goddess


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She watches over me
The feminine and her love
Guided by blessings

Photos : Monet


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Poem : Mockery


It is so warm out
Fooled not by the beating sun
Snow flies very soon

Photos : Do Over


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Photos : Bamming


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Photos : Good Luck


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Some days I feel like a lone seed

Sitting deep down in the earth’s cold belly

A nut that hasn’t hatched

My coiled up germination squished inside a hard shell

No sunlight beckoning its growth

Not knowing what I will become

And other days I feel like I’ve been riding a train

The endless noise of beating tracks

While the bland landscapes fly by over and over

But the train never stops

Its brazen whistle and faceless riders

Are part of nightmare travels towards the end

At times I ride a conveyor, robotic and cold

There is no button to shut it off so I may leave

It just takes me forward faster and faster

Until life is unrecognizable

My reflection is someone else’s face

Deep and weary lines, eyes dark with trouble

Who is this person staring at me?

Where am I going and when will I be free?

How to stop the train before it is the end of line

Or to make the seed grow before it decays 

And turn off the conveyor belt so I may jump off

Mysterious and allusive the answers may be

But like a predator after prey I must pursue

So that someday I may find myself standing still 

Looking up at the sunlight saying: I am free!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photos : Yucko


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Photos : Fire


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