Serenity
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God give me the serenity I do not deserve.
A luxury bought with the blood of those who came before me.
Give me the peace that comes from a privilege I did nothing to earn.
And tell me I am loved
On a limestone laced hillside,
Under a sun burnished Umbrian sky;
Like resting peasants, the olives thrive.
The rain has come again, to grace sidewalks and streets and silicone handles on blue and green umbrellas,
Oh! How the rain has come again.
birds twitter abouthidden pond comes into viewwater laps softly.
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When i feel lost,
I feel sad, or happy, or thoughtful,
I simply walk on the beach.
The seasalt air circles me,
Hovering and holding promises of adventures.
Unequivocal contentedness.
A trusty oak never fails to satisfy the search
for philosophical soundness within one's soul.
Branches so perfectly placed the seem to
represent a geometric phenomenon.
The last time I did anything meaningful
You and I were sitting
on the edge of an isolated pond
The sounds when nature calls I respond not, fearing I might speak a dark path of signs
The sounds when nature calls I greed to be in my subconscious I'm healed
The sounds when nature calls I respond not, fearing I might speak a dark path of signs
The sounds when nature calls I greed to be in my subconscious I'm healed
The sounds when nature calls I respond not, fearing I might speak a dark path of signs
The sounds when nature calls I greed to be in my subconscious I'm healed
Sitting along the waters edge the wind flows gently across the water stirring the current slightly. Rocks and earth bellow the water, as the water glides downstream it eases the senses to a place of calm.
Clear water
Clear skies
Green grass, sunshine
Warm rays hug skin
Gentle breeze blows by
Until the tide comes in
sun beats down
grass turns yellow
I still hear the children playing,
They have their own homes now.
I still hear the horses running,
They have passed away now.
I still hear the rain falling,
Get in the car. Drive for a little while. Among the dusty plains. It's a place I call home. Don't know anything else. Purple ringed skies. In the air carries no lies. I can breathe easy tonight. The radio is real loud. But it soothes the soul. A
What do I do when life gets rough,
when stress makes me feel like I've had enough?
What I like to do is sit down and breathe,
especially when I've found a good book to read.
you are stronger than you think;
strong enough to come back from the brink
strong enough to write what i can't say;
strong enough to save someone else's day
you'll always be strong enough
My imagination chauffeurs my sensation.
Safely to where? I don’t care.
Afar from my fears, and my worthless tears.
Keeping my thoughts from my battles fought.
In the rain to ease the pain.
Years are drifting by,
Life is passing through,
Pain and sorrow surrounding you,
We surpass the challenges,
Only for new ones to form,
We raise our hands,
In hopes that everything will be okay,
I could not be
without me.
My memories;
of them,
of you.
I could lose my eyesight.
I could go without hearing.
I do not need to taste.
I do not need to feel.
"It brings me joy to see the sun rise
As it warms over the world
It touches my heart to see a stranger
Bring a stray in from the cold
Because small acts of kindness
Will be big someday
We are on a constant balance between good and bad, light and dark, life and death. These things make us who we are, but the balance must stay or we may end up on the wrong side.
Where do you go when you want to be alone?
There are a thousand places in the world i call home.
Some I have only been to in my mind.
Others are high rocks reached after a climb.
I am awoken, not by sounds.
The sun egging me on with its rays to arise.
Birds conversing, cheerful small talk.
Inviting me to join the world outside.
The breeze, a mornings greeting.
Lean back, relax—
as the breeze breathes in
and exhales fog above the ocean's edge.
Let the breeze take you in
along the sweet summer grass
as the waves pull in,
The serenity of silence on a spring day.
Clear blue skies and a warming sun.
Nothing yells tranquility like this.
We awake to a hopeful sunrise.
We play, We laugh, We love, We live.
Always expecting bright and sunny days
only to be dissappointed by the alternating shift of mother nature.
Belabored by life; we dwell in weight.
Earlier this morning,
I awoke to yellow.
It was a soft yellow;
Yellow cherry blossoms.
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Now, Blue's blankets are gone.
He stretches - endlessly.
And white planes' ribbon-trails
One day I will never forget
Was one calm, fall night.
Among the leafless trees and the unfathomably dark sky
Fantasy
Surreal, Whimsical
Frollicing, Flying, Dreaming
Fun all day and all play, No fun and all work
I accept the things I cannot change
because the past will forever be the same
my mistake are meant to remain
Light glittering gently off crests of lapping wake
thick rusty chains groan
in protest of my featherweight
fresh cut wet grass
The beauty of nature puts me at peace, and as I observe it, my sadness will cease. I look at the sky, watching cardinals whiz by, and the bulk of my stress is released. From worry to wonder, my anxiety plunders, when I close my eyes and just br
Your laugh is a million fireflies,
your heart is a sunny breeze,
your dreams are like a telescope,
and tears that dread a sea.
Your love is a vapor of ones own bliss,
I yearn to love ones kiss,
to enforce a sweet time of bliss,
a sorrowful ache upon my heart
which leaves me to miss my lover's embark.
I swifly move on
to a trail of your thoughts,
The key falls into my hand.
The door opens.
Piercing noises around me
Subside.
I have to hide, before they take me back.
I run
Into a never ending hall of doors
Leading to infinite worlds.
The rush of the wind is like the blood of the earth,
And the chime from afar is calming.
The crickets are crying,
Serenading the sky,
As the trees oblige to the wind's calling.
I want to wake up to that smell of oil, warm and thick, softening me. As I inhale, it coats my insides in an understanding embrace. But smell never stays with you, only its memory. I remember the voice that went past my eardrums.
Lately I've been dreaming of you.
They were peaceful, happy dreams:
Dreams full of smiles and laughter,
Innocent dreams of love.
I love you more than you know.
And the times we share mean the world to me.
The calmness the placidity, the silence
A place without defiance.
A mist lingers in the air
Giving something for the trees to wear.
The sun starts shining
Colors fill the air
Pink, orange, and violet.
the beauty of simplicity is an art in itself
toes touching the dewy summer morning blades of grass
Oh sun, Oh sun
How he does rise
To watch the cheerful play,
See him illuminate the skies,
And hide before each day,
Oh sun, oh sun
What warmth he brings,
To ever leaf and flower,
You're not right for me.
No one is right for me.
I'm not saying it out of pity.
I don't pity myself.
I'm not tired.
I can't even say I'm depressed
anymore.
I'm empty.
I'm void.
In the dawns of may
I cry to the moon
For everyday I look
My heart sings a lonely song
For our love is a broken book
Waiting and watching
for the sun to sink.
To witness the colors that will paint the sky.
All the different hues,
My destination was not to your heart, but your mind.
Can I trick you into believing your mine?
Of course I can,
This wouldn't be my first time.
Each summer I would go-
Could it be that I’ve
Gone there every year? You would
Think it would get tiresome-
Roaming those sand covered shores,
Barefoot and wandering
Clouds of ghost nothings
evaporating across the dark
Sun:
stubborn.
Stars,
free, warm, dancing.
Crying.
Skirts. Women
Among the ebb and flow of the Earth
Among the flourishing promise of human life
Among whatever secrets this land may hold beneath my feet
True peace lies in the sand
Peace and serenity keep me sane
When the crazy gets too much
Pushed buttons always seem to stick
And I can’t get out of the rush
