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I am like the open sea flowing and free
I am like the open air free without a care
I am like the open ground strong and all around
I am like the open fire hot and full of desire
I am nature strong and true always here for you

Rushing through the trees
I hear it
Like an angry locomotive...
Howling through the eaves
Like a wounded ghost...
So many feelings and characters
It shows

Then like a gentle lover
Whispering against my cheek
Caressing my bare shoulder,
Got no voice to speak
Blowing against my face
Don't ever think it's weak
Invisible strength, filling my space

This you should know....
Angry, happy,
Fast or slow
You cannot see it
But the wind always got something to show.

The forests are falling can’t you hear the earth calling.
Its lungs are collapsing through greed and neglect.
The price we must pay is to watch the land fast decay.
A grave we are digging through our lack of respect.

The oceans once clean now look so obscene,
Their purity is raped by madness for oil
It’s no longer safe there for animals to live
The oceans are cryptically poisoning us all.

The animals knew before me and you,
The balance of nature that must be ensured.
The balance now leans due to mans mighty machines,
That spew out their filth the sun to obscure.

The birds once rejoicing now sadly are voicing
Their anguish that the clouds are now stained so grey.
Once proud to fly and take delight in the sky
They sing of their lives now in sad disarray.

The seas hide the waste we disposed of in haste
From there shall it haunt us in times yet to come.
Manmade death he thought hidden shall return then unbidden,
Then shall he know that his doom has now come.

Feel how the earth moves
shakes rattles and rolls
Is nothing firm beneath my ground
Only where the waters soothe
a tired soul that travels alone
Searching a beach of understanding
Next to the ever changing tides
Are those cycles we call life
that washes and wears us down
So it is each day like each tide
becomes a little more worn down
washed smooth through
over me and you

Sun's ablaze
A summer's day
Rare to this isle
Of skies so often grey

To despairs doom
And sorrows decay
All noise lost among the child's play
And bloom of flowers
In garden and in vase

Heat to ignite the spirit
In smile and joy aflame
Beyond walls of duty
Roaming in rockless mountains
And rainless plains
Hymn and hum of bird and bee
The only strains

Warm touch, cool touch
Sun and air
The skin share
Idle cat in a flower bed snared
Nature sits in God's chair

But the day flees
The fire dims and dies
Bringing sweet yawns of labour
And a desire to retire
Sleeping to awake dream
The minds empire

But dream can raise the soul no higher
Than days when world and soul find harmony entire
And all my dreams I would forsake
To in any moment of those partake

Mary Jane she takes away the pain she has many names also known as strains.Whether it be White Widow White Rhino or Northern Lights she can brighten and enlighten the darkest nights. My inner battle between hell and heaven i'll win long as I use gods secret weapon a nice fat bowl of AK-47 I rather be smoking fire then some shitty a** resin but sometimes you have to settle in order to keep your thoughts away from the devil. When i'm really really high I feel like i'm in heaven without having to die and my soul rise towards the sky. So long as I have Mary Jane I won't become criminally insane or wanna die by a bullet to my brain.

Sun and Wind argued fiercely with each other
as to which of them really was the stronger

Wind said at sea I toss huge ships around
and on land I blow trees and houses down
Sun said my strength is helping things grow
feeding them sunshine with its radiant glow

On the road below in view of them both
a man came walking dressed in an overcoat
They agreed after discussing with each other
that who gets the coat off will be the winner

Wind went first and blew with all his power
but the man pulled the coat on even tighter
Sun then came out in his warmth and glory
and soon the man took off the coat in a hurry

So between gentle coaxing and raw power
oftentimes the former ends up the winner

With moon shining bright
casting long silvery shadows
that hide the lovers from sight
as they lay together
by the river in dappled shade

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine and fifty swans.

The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold,
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes, when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

Who are you
Your body
Grows old
Hints of hair grey

Kness that knock
And sometimes pain
Hints of pain you hold your chest
They come and go

Breathless
Climbing those stairs
Where once
You ran in a minute mile

Age creeps upon your face
Those creaces that once where not there
Skin that takes a while to snap back
Wrinkles you see when you stand and stare

Now I know who you are
Your now that old old man