The strong scent of myrrh lingers,
Seeping with frankincense, walnut, and sagebrush
Vibrations lifting,
Sounds clear,
Visual enhancement sparked,
Soar into a field of paintbrush, daises, poppies,
Wildflowers dance round my heels,
Birds mock my whistle,
Footstep crunch on the ground's underlay,
Forest roots burrow,
Into the mechanical workings of my body,
The ground is shifting,
I lay in a deep cavern,
Moss and algae creeping up the wall,
Water dripping forming stalactites,
Over thousands of years this cave has sat,
Old and wise as a large bent oak,
Blowing in the breeze,
The water now is up to my knees,
Pouring in from a crack in the wall,
Advancing ever quickly,
Over my head and swooshed out of the cavern,
Pulled to a cove,
Yet still in the depth,
Being sucked down,
Down the world pulls,
I am....standing...no more water,
Leaping flames yellow, orange,and vibrant red,
The aroma of coletta from a cactus
Invades the nostril,
Fierce heat beading on the face,
Pounding heart in sync with the licks
A cool tickle starts at the ankles,
Then grows to a draft all along the leg,
A breeze lifts me up and high on a cloud,
Float along weightless in the realm of the sky,
Refreshing next to the flame,
Marigold and golden seal dance,
To a tune played by the wind,
The cloud breaks apart and i fall,
Sitting on the couch, in the same room.
I'd like to meet:
People full of energy and life. Open-minded poeple. Adventurous people. People who understand the poem. Excite me people?...tickle my fancies people...people who don't watch tv
Movies:
Yes, but Hollywood makes crap.
Television:
OPB and TBN (Trinity Broadcasting Network kicks ass, Greats laughs, great funs) are the only stations I watch.
Books:
Wheel of Time is my crack. Robert Jordan amazes me in every step. It's some serious shite, I'm tellin ya.
Heroes:
The Aiel and their honor system of ji'e'toh. My aunt and all her help molding me away from what I once was.
Buried at PhotoCasket.com
