In the depths of tent city
In the tall skinny pines
An electric blue mist
Turns the shadows to lines
The music's distorted
The spirits are bright
And colors are gathering
Contrasting with night
In one of the tents
A blanket-heap lies
Where eyes wide awake
Will miss the sunrise
We're all safe and comfy
Away from the dew
As soft golden sunshine
Comes filtering through
There's magic in the hair
Of a wizard asleep
Where purple is natural
And sunlight is deep
I unzip the doorway
And open it wide
Inhale the fresh air
And go barefoot outside
The people on hammocks
That swing to and fro
Are unlike the clouds
That have places to go
As I watch
Pour out the color
Pour out the fear
Pour out excitement,
Happiness, and tears
Pour out the patterns
Until the paint runs
Tell us your story
And give us your love
But be careful, humans
I fear I must say
It's easy to channel nonsense
In a nonsensical way
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Spilled coffee freckles a handwritten note,
Eyelashes filter the sun
Making rainbows for your eyes
As all our heartbeats run.
The way the pines look alive reassures you.
So old, so tall, and so wise.
You feel calm within their cradles
That sway you like the tide.
If only you'd listen closely
As the gentle branches creak
And move through the wind so easy.
Quiet words, through silence, leak.
The willow withies bend as well.
They're trying to get through,
Saying "HEY, we're all connected!"
So am I, and so are you.
You may just feel a fiery light
That makes you feel complete.
You'll shine it out, wherever you go
To everyone you meet.
And
In the midst of my mind
Hopelessly trying to organize
The information that flooded in
From five different directions
I could speak just one word
Through my body
And out of my mouth:
Raw,
I said.
And so I was.
And so it was then that I could accept my own existence of that moment
Because of the perfect word...
Raw.
The surface on my skin,
Scars and grime,
A protective opacity,
Had been scrubbed off
Leaving me raw,
But all of me.
Clean,
Sore,
Fragile, and gentle.
Ready to grow and heal.
A full, deep breath,
The air and I inhaled eachother.
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On a swing sat a girl.
She sat, and she sang.
Cars drove about,
A telephone rang.
The usual noises
Went through the town
As the girl kept swinging
Upwards and down.
Then the swingset was empty
And nothing was heard
But the creak of the swing
And the caw of a bird.