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A'RunninLion, you roared
And I came a'runnin
Through the grassy savannah plains
I followed the sound
To the edge of the sun
Into the clearing in which you had lain
Mesmerized by majesty
I watched while you blinked
Wisdom in glittering pools of flame
"My mane is soft," you whispered, gazing
"But forget not, the sharpness of fangs."
Summer DayI love the look of life.
Vibrant greens and dreamlike blues
White clouds adrift on the distance
Wind twirling agape in the sky
BackboneEscape on the wings, as if I were a bird.
Frequent thoughts in our life are never given words.
A backbone to fly with,
The feeling from which is lured,
The song that seldom, if never, is heard.
BlessedBlessed be the ones
Whose manes are kissed with fire
Who have warmth in their belly
And strength in their heart
Blessed be those
Who dream impossible dreams
Whose thoughts run deeper than lakes
And whose love expands lifetimes
DanceDance with me,
As if life is carefree
Dance, and don't have a care in the world
Smile at me,
And my heart will melt
Enchanted with each other,
That's how love should be
Your lovely little lioness has
Just when I thought I was in the
Maybe it's selfish of me, but I
thought your supposed 'pride' had
I hear them hiss when your
head is turned.
The words they hiss aren't good.
What cruel devil made me fall for a
A beast that has little means for
anyone outside his petty pride?
One that had eyes for only the lion-set-standard
of golden, shining and
I am a tigress.
And I am not, nor will you ever make me,
ashamed of that.
I do not shine goldenly like the
But I burn, like fire.
Like the unknown.
Like distance and life and dreams
and hope and wishes and stories.
I burn, and in doing so, in my own
Sure, maybe scars of shadow etch
across my ember pelt...
But those only stand for the
darkness that I struggled and lived
Look at your lionesses.
They only know light. They can only
shine in the sun.
But I am fire.
And I will be radia
Life and WindLife is a voice
When it calls
Or it will sweep by you,
Like the wind across your eyes
But the breath doesn't come.
It is staggering, and held,
Like waiting for something drastic.
Hands shaking, my future rests in what I can accomplish.
I'm not comfortable with this- this-
Life is so precious.
What if I end up wasting mine?
Never trying because of my cowardice?
Surreal SensoryScapes of land surround
Dreams of the surreal
Hues pour from bodies
Like the blood
From hearts of the knights
Flavors are tasteful
By the tongues of time
Breathe deeply inside
Luscious breezes on
Crunches of glisten
*Grey*Grey fog, land obscured
Ominous feel, full of fear
Scarecrow stands his ground.
No vermillon dawn
Grey shadow, sinister shape
Wildlife gone to ground.
Eerie start to day
Echoes resound in grey mist
Fall-Like RainLight rain
On a freezing morning –
Sitting in the car –
My mind's storms eased
By rumbling thunder.
As the grey sky cries –
No, just leaking.
1420 MHzHe keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears, and fill his head with the lisping whisper of interstellar hydrogen, broadcasting itself at a neat 1420 MHz. Bedroom is the wrong word for a place like this, despite the sorts of furnishings one might expect. There is a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and two nightstands cramped with magazines, graphic novels. An alarm clock
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