From beyond the fence
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Nenochtoo
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The Kestrel flitting through your parade,
not at all inspired and unafraid.
A shaded figure moving beyond your fence
in the shadowy tangle, dark and dense.
Call of the wild, piercing and uncontained,
the thrill of freedom drives you insane.
Something growling beyond your sight,
or a stranger in your dreams at night.
Your fence cannot shut out such wild cries -
so plug your ears and believe in lies.
On short borrowed time, you make your bed,
soon to join other spirits of the dead.
not at all inspired and unafraid.
A shaded figure moving beyond your fence
in the shadowy tangle, dark and dense.
Call of the wild, piercing and uncontained,
the thrill of freedom drives you insane.
Something growling beyond your sight,
or a stranger in your dreams at night.
Your fence cannot shut out such wild cries -
so plug your ears and believe in lies.
On short borrowed time, you make your bed,
soon to join other spirits of the dead.
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Come frolic with me all through the day
into Night under the silver moon.
Take a chance and come this way -
Should I expect your visit soon ?
Take my hand and walk with me,
a bed of soft meadow grass we’ll share.
I’ll make you wild and set you free
from your every little care.
In passionate bliss I taste your lips,
into the West the Sun has sunk.
In a sweet embrace time slowly slips
and you’ll look even lovelier once I’m ? . -
Crows peck at the damp ground -
The mountain air is thick with fog.
Barely hearing the Toad’s cheerful chirping
Above the shrill song of a Gray Tree Frog -
It’s good to be in a wild green place
far away from the tainted town.
I’d rather share songs with a Katydid
then to shout or be shouted down.
The town demands obedience before respect -
Something I just couldn’t freely give.
If you change one’s thinking
then you can tell one how to live.
Better to howl with the pack
then bleating with someone’s flock -
Roaming beyond fenced pastures.
Never waking to the crowing ? . -
Ahhhhh,
This was awesome! Man, every line was soo captivating!
And I like how you spaced them out!
Fa real, a performance material I see!
Love it love it!
You emobodied nature into this piece and it def was insane with word play.
Thanks for sharing, keep em' coming Chief!
peace and blessings! -
Ahhhhh,
This was awesome! Man, every line was soo captivating!
And I like how you spaced them out!
Fa real, a performance material I see!
Love it love it!
You emobodied nature into this piece and it def was insane with word play.
Thanks for sharing, keep em' coming Chief!
peace and blessings!
Peace to you and may you always move with ease in this Mysterious Circle of Life. -
Peace to you and may you always move with ease in this Mysterious Circle of Life.
Thank you!
Most definitly! -
Leaving while the fires burn low,
quiet footfalls, but none too slow
traveling up over a wooded hill
mountain dew has fallen, all is still,
the Sun’s first rays warms Morning’s chill.
A much shorter stay , this quieter time -
Few spoken words and a shaded rhyme
As remaining seems dross and departure sublime.
Far better to leave when it’s dark,
waking no dogs and hearing them bark.
Hard ground over a soft cushion cot,
which renders one tender for the ? .
No venison sizzles on the spit.
Without a soul, no fires are lit.
This table is empty, no need to sit. -
Leaving while the fires burn low,
quiet footfalls, but none too slow
traveling up over a wooded hill
mountain dew has fallen, all is still,
the Sun’s first rays warms Morning’s chill.
A much shorter stay , this quieter time -
Few spoken words and a shaded rhyme
As remaining seems dross and departure sublime.
Far better to leave when it’s dark,
waking no dogs and hearing them bark.
Hard ground over a soft cushion cot,
which renders one tender for the ? .
No venison sizzles on the spit.
Without a soul, no fires are lit.
This table is empty, no need to sit.
wow!! I'm impressed!
I love this piece.. It speaks to me! And your signature is def true!
Peace! -
Under May's Full Moon
Forgetting the ones who we invited back
as we raised cheer to our Heathen pack,
and back rather swiftly tey came,
each one going by a strange name
all clad in colorful hues
red, yellows, all shades of and blue.
A curious madness of lustful desire
and four Wood Nymphs by our fire.
Scent of Spring !
Liquor, a friendly fire.
Fair company.
Noble savage men reduced to caddish curs.
Scent of Spring,
reaction, bliss, passion
and maddening Moon Magic atop this lofty rise.
Having little regard we get our thrills.
Inhibitions lost and no sense of what’s just.
here in these dark wooded hills
deep in our cups and wanton ? .
Let us embrace in a shadowy glade,
high above a flooded vale.
Beside the good fire we made,
where liquor flows and morals fail.
Revel under the starry sky !
Raised cups in cheer to the Night.
With the wink of a seductive eye -
fiery passion invites delight !
