Sunflowers In Space. Darcel Craft

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СКАЧАТЬ Lips speak to a parallel universe, alternate reality.

       Life and death are in the power of her tongue.

       She’s hungry for change, so she speaks.

       Can you smell it?

       Like fresh rain falling onto an open field of flowers.

       Her spirit knows the scent of His Spirit.

       He speaks, she hears it on the wind.

       Limitless possibilities. No fear.

       Grow. And Go.

       Go to grow.

       No fear.

       Wild as the flowers in her hair,

       Free as the soul in her eyes.

      Thirty-Three

      she is wild; she is wind.

       she is free; she is fire.

       she is you. she is me.

       she is sorrow carved so deep, only marrow remains...

       she is sadness clothed in skin, poised portrait of pain...

       she is earth; she is river.

       she is free flowing form.

       she is water; she is nature.

       she is softest flower, open.

       she is tightest bud, closed.

       she is pollen, wandering.

       she is honey, stuck.

       she is mother; she is bearer of life.

       she is free from death; she is spirit.

       she is being; she is becoming.

       ...What She is.

      Painting A Poet

      Smiling in the dark.

       The name of my greatest work of art.

       Painting a moonlit portrait of self-love.

       A Poem in progress...

       Embracing the process...

       Realizing I am the prize, in this

       Candescent contest.

       I’m now free to use, the messiest hues

       Of Burgeoning Browns and Blossoming Blues.

       Every color can be used

      In the melodramatic masterpiece, that is me.

       That. Is. Me.

       This is me.

       Smiling in the dark,

       The name of my greatest work of art.

      Green Prison

      Do you see me?

       I’m Hiding among the trees,

       Unsure how I’ll be received if these leaves

       Expose me.

       Opposite of Adam and Eve.

       Drawn to the beauty of nature

       Obsessed with trying to retrieve

       What’s been lost.

       Regained His presence

       But not the essence of spirituality.

       Still Ignorant to the duality of this earth life.

       I hear His whisper while meditating underneath a tree,

       Reconnected with my Heavenly Father

       but I’m still searching for me.

       Unmasked. Undone.

       No energy left to run.

       Unmasked. Undone.

       I’m still Worshipping the Son.

       They think I’m worshipping the sun.

       Breath in. Exhale.

       Acknowledge, accept, oh well.

       Either I climb down, until I’m free

       Or just keep hiding in this tree.

      Sunflower Seeds

      She taught me.

       Shadows create beauty too..

       No longer afraid of the darkness when I’m with you.

       ..When I’m with her.

       ..When I’m with me.

       Self-imposed stillness.

       Self-Love, richest symphony.

       Self-Love, my soliloquy.

       Simply loving every piece of me..

       Wholly Unafraid in this silence..

       This Holy Alliance of Spiritual and Natural..

       Embracing the temple..

       Empowered by the actual..

       Entire Kingdoms living within.

       Earth Suit returns to dust..

       And Still, it’s Never the end...

       And Still, It’s Never the end.

       ..Eternity is where we begin...

       Be Still, It’s Never the End.

      Head in the clouds

      I can’t hear you.

       I’ve got my head in the clouds,

       No shame allowed, no blame allowed.

       Bags packed, seatbelt on

       I’m blasting off to where I’m from

       Ready for take-off

       In 3,2,1...

      S.O.S

      Not sure where I’m driving,

       But СКАЧАТЬ