The political party which
served the interests of serial hunters
voted en masse
that in the Alaskan national park
hibernating bear cubs
could be shot or beaten
to death by killers with clubs.
Trees in the Green
A view of the trees
Remembering that they are
life forms jutting out
In cemetery prairies
Also, in parks & parklands
Marriage, what a delicacy.
But it's better to stay as a celibacy.
If I would marry someone, I'd do it genuinly.
To give love affectionately.
I don't want to do it unintentionally.
It'd be awful if I did it with hesitancy, questionably, and senselessly.
But eventually, I will marry professionally and majestically.
She was a teacher. I loved her so.
I was a student. I loved her so.
It was forbidden one sided love.
I wanted to hold her like a baseball glove.
Hair as dark as ruby.
Voice as harsh as reality.
I can't wait till next year.
For I have nothing to fear.
There was once a Korean name Jung.
He was tall, slender, and fun.
Both great outside and in bed.
When the girls see him, they turn red.
He has over a million girlfriends.
And many more wives.
I would totally recommend.
To let him dive into your lives!
A graveyard of dead trees
Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas
Squirrels scurry before winter strikes
As children play while others pass on bikes
A harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing
As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing
Children shrieking and screaming as they play
Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away
Memories start of when I was a kid
Only broken away by time an what it did
Sitting still only in question
Of who I am and to what is my impression
I laughed . . . I played here
I was happy unknown of fear
But then reality again breaks memory's connection
Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection
A seaport in the land of Ooth-Nargai,
Being build of sky-blue marble;
Topped by slender minarets.
Bronze statues of famous heroes,
One page topped from Al Azif.
In the center the temple to Nath-Horthath,
Where eighty orchid-wreathed priests serve,
No less than ten thousand years old art they.
The greatest trading center in the Dreamlands,
Creatures of all sort in their bazaars.
As in Sona-Nyl, there being no time,
Nobody ever ages, dreamers aloft
In the taverns of Celephais.
Nobody matures, remaining forever innocent.
King Kuranes: King of Celephais,
Lost his life through drug addiction.
Living forever in the Dreamlands,
In the Palace of Seventy Delights,
Built of flawless rose-crystal.
Past the eastern gate is a park,
Wherein the King build a Norman Abbey
And a small Cornish fishing village,
To resemble his native Cornwall,
To which he can never return,
Now that his waking form is dead...