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Mid-week day off:
heat like Summer
in the budding Spring-time.
Sydney suburbia
wavers in a sepia haze.
The bush fires
create apocalyptic skies
of neon orange on
80's electric pink.
Cars pass gently
as if it were any other day.
The birds do not sing
songs of warning,
perhaps my human ears
are held obtuse -
unable to detect
the faint dips in their language.
The crickets and cicadas
cry out their swan songs,
as I sunbake dangerously -
I am all lizard
absorbing the Halloween sun,
secretly hoping it would bleach
the dark forests inside of me.
A plane softly glides over
it makes me think back to blue skies and
holidays to Queensland.
The dog walks past panting,
we both stare
at the smokey sky.
I suck in a lungful of air -
it reminds me of South-American bbqs
as a child.
Bees hum their honey-drone
and it reminds me of the sting
of heart-struggles.
I want to forget,
forget
it.
I push off the ground and walk back inside
away from the thick atmosphere.
I don't understand
This futile search
for understanding
the thing I struggle most with
the sad-happiness
of it all.
heat like Summer
in the budding Spring-time.
Sydney suburbia
wavers in a sepia haze.
The bush fires
create apocalyptic skies
of neon orange on
80's electric pink.
Cars pass gently
as if it were any other day.
The birds do not sing
songs of warning,
perhaps my human ears
are held obtuse -
unable to detect
the faint dips in their language.
The crickets and cicadas
cry out their swan songs,
as I sunbake dangerously -
I am all lizard
absorbing the Halloween sun,
secretly hoping it would bleach
the dark forests inside of me.
A plane softly glides over
it makes me think back to blue skies and
holidays to Queensland.
The dog walks past panting,
we both stare
at the smokey sky.
I suck in a lungful of air -
it reminds me of South-American bbqs
as a child.
Bees hum their honey-drone
and it reminds me of the sting
of heart-struggles.
I want to forget,
forget
it.
I push off the ground and walk back inside
away from the thick atmosphere.
I don't understand
This futile search
for understanding
the thing I struggle most with
the sad-happiness
of it all.
Literature
Love, According to the Greeks
Love is a flame; it has potential to heal,
But ‘tis also the greatest pain one may feel.
Oh, and so many kinds exist,
But which one shall be your best fit?
Is it the light hearted eros or ludus?
The desirable pragma or agape?
But be careful not to jump into the fray;
You may catch mania; obsession, decay,
Possessive, accompanied by lust, and envy.
‘Tis much worse than common idolatry.
Do you exhibit eros, or lust and infatuation?
Yes my friend, there is a differentiation.
One may be physical but it is healthy!
The other is rooted in no logic; fantasy.
And, oh, when delightful eros and pragma meet!
Will end with a wo
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Family's Pet
Deanna, a 26 year old graduate student at the local University, was a beautiful raven colored haired woman. She stood at a tall 5' 11" and had long strong legs that could kill any guy who looked at them. Athletically strong, Deanna was not only an athlete but was one of the smartest young adults at the University too. Her grad work was centered on Behavioral Psychology and was one of the brightest young stars that were going through the psychology department in a long time. Her Masters had been completed the year before and her Ph. D. was all that she thought of since she had little to no social life.
With the Academic year almost at an
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Afraid
Why do days that start so sunny
Have to have clouds
They gather, swirl and twist
Overcast and sudden rain
Lightning and thunder
I wore a sun dress
But you brought the storm
I just want to hold on
To the little bit of love
That I can still call mine
Losing even a tiny piece
Leaves me terrified
Of becoming empty
Don't say it's for my own good
When you want to change me
Every time you tell me
I'm not ideal, I'm living wrong
I wonder why it matters now
Years wasted when you could of
Shaped me
Guided me
Lead me
To being this better person
Why am I the failure when
You failed me first
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As an ex-sydneyite, this really takes me back. Beautifully crafted, atmospheric to an almost uncomfortable degree