HELLO, MOON

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Hello, moon.

Hello, night sky.

Hello, cold night air.

Goodbye, sunlight.

Goodbye, warmth.

Hello, moon.

FLOW OF NATURE

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The sea flows through me.

I’m part of it you see.

Water fills my cells.

It rings all my bells.

Sunlight keeps me warm.

Nature is true to form.

It protects us.

It nurtures us.

We’re all connected.

No less is expected.

SOOTHING

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“Isotonic Jacuzzi Process” serie by VALERIS

The sea flows through me.

I’m part of it, you see.

Water fills my cells.

It rings all my bells.

Sunlight keeps me warm.

Nature is true to form.

It protects us.

It nurtures us.

We’re all connected.

No less is expected.

THE FUTURE

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What may the future hold?

A life bleak and so cold.

Buildings of concrete and stone.

Leafless trees of green foam.

Sunlight only a reflection.

Lighted sabers for protection.

A future hard to bear.

A future all too near.

HELLO MOON

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Hello moon.

Hello night sky.

Hello cold night air.

Goodbye sunlight.

Goodbye warmth.

Goodbye safety.

Hello moon.

HELLO MOON

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Hello moon.

Hello night sky.

Hello cold night air.

Goodbye sunlight.

Goodbye warmth.

Goodbye safety.

Hello moon.

SEA FLOWS THROUGH ME

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The sea flows through me.

I’m part of it you see.

Water fills my cells.

It rings all my bells.

Sunlight keeps me warm.

Nature is true to form.

It protects us.

It nurtures us.

We’re all connected.

No less is expected.

BANISH THE CLOUDS

Hold clouds in your hand,
Banish them for good.
Allow the sun in, 
Just the way it should.

Throw out evil thoughts,
Only light inside.
Open your closed heart
And walk free with pride.

A romp in the grass,
Where flowers grow wild.
Accept the sun's love,
Like your only child.

Stay away dark moon,
Night is for the sun.
Darkness held at bay,
As we dance for fun.

MOON SHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.  
I will try with all my might  
To live in the bright sunlight. 
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.  
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.  
My petals are white as snow  
Because of this fact I know. 
I will never be awake at day  
No matter how hard I wish and pray.  
For I live in the shadow of the moon   
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

DANCE FOR ME

DANCE FOR ME

Dance for me pretty leaves
Until the sun raise its head
And you turn your faces
To the coming day.

MOONSHADOW

MOONSHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.

I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.

I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

FAREWELL

The sun bids me adieu.
After the day is through.
I will say my farewell
To the last rays as well.

The moon will bring darkness
For which I've no fondness.
I will be by myself.
All alone on this shelf.

I will patiently wait here
For the next day to appear.
After the moon has its fun,
It will be time for the sun.

WELCOME THE NIGHT

WELCOME THE NIGHT

Welcome the night
And its friend, the moon.
Don’t take flight
From the man in the moon.

Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without hesitation or pain.

A thick blanket will fall,
Covering the earth with security.
Darkness will cover all
With its grace and purity.

The stars will twinkle and shine.
For the sun, do not pine.
It will be back tomorrow morning
So no need for any worrying.

A BEAUTIFUL TOWN

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A BEAUTIFUL TOWN

A beautiful view.
Let in the warm air.
Breathe in the fresh smell.
Smell the flowers.

But come evening.
After the sun sets.
And darkness invades.
Close your window.

For the night brings terrors.
Evil.
Death.
To the small town of Oasis.

THE DEAD GAME
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RISE FOR ME

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RISE FOR ME

Will the sun rise today?
Colors of yellow and red.
Glowing inside to its own beat.
Shimmering with heat.
Ready to begin a new day.

Will you rise today?
Bringing light to the dismal world.
Breaking into the darkness.
Shattering the bleakness.
With your bright rays.

Will you rise today for me?
Please do.
For I need you.
I need your light.
Your soul.
Your heavenly body.
Please rise for me today.

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS -- CONCLUSION

 

I'm standing in a thick darkness.
Where I am
I don't know.
Maybe in a dream.
Or in a nightmare.
Ahead I see two scenes.
Two choices.

I can follow the sounds of the surf
and join the man swimming in the ocean.
An ocean filled with strong waves.
I can smell the salty air
and hear the pounding waves.
Or I can follow the path of flowers
and walk through the colorful archways.
The sweet smell entices me,
drawing me in.

What to do?
Is one choice better than the other?
The ocean can be exciting but also dangerous.
The path of flowers could be pretty but boring.
What should I do?
What would you do?

If I don't wake up soon,
I will have to make a choice.
I close my eyes.
I open them.
I'm still here.
I'll go with the safe choice,
since I'm a no risk person.
I'll leave the adventure to someone else.

The flowers smell so sweet.
The sun shines above.
I can hear birds again.
Will I see my white bird?
Oh yes.
There it is.
Flying above me.
Did I make the right choice?

Oh, look.
I'm back home.
Where I started from.
I guess I made the correct choice.
The correct choice for me.

A BIRD

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To keep flying.
Or to join my friends.
So many choices.
All are good.
The sun is setting.
I can feel its warmth
on my feathers.
While the warm breeze ruffles them.
The water looks calm.
I can see my friends swimming
with the current.
They look content and happy.
What a beautiful day
to be alive.
To be a bird.

INTO THE WOODS

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The trees are alive.
They are moving.
They are surrounding me.
Touching me with
their skinny arms.
Throwing leaves
in my face.
They are now circling me.
Their arms reaching
up to the sky.
Closing off the light.
Blocking the sun.
Why is this happening?
What did I do to deserve this?
Hey!
Stop touching me.
Stop pulling on me.
What’s that sound?
A high-pitched sound.
Oh.
That’s my alarm clock.

THE VIEW FROM BELOW

What is the view beneath a bridge?
The bridge soaring high above,
reaching up to the sky.
Visiting clouds on its mighty ascent.
Closer to the twinkling stars at night.
But what about below the bridge?
In the dark shadows of the looming monster.
What secrets lie hidden in the murky water?
Water hidden from the sunlight.
Water kept from the light of the stars.
Are bodies buried below?
Remnants of lives lost on the bridge.
Lives taken by their own hands.
Do you really want to know?
Sometimes the truth is
better kept hidden away.

TWO-FACED WONDER

Beautiful rose.
Soft and velvety.
Protected by sharp thorns.
Bright in the sunshine.
Dark in the moonlight.
A two-faced wonder.