Autumn EleganceAwe inducing dancing colours fill the eye,the branches of life fill another purpose,to present beauty, showcasing native artistry.She let the paint brush run wild in summers end,Mother Nature; the original artist,the reviver of fall with all it`s anticipated allurement.Raw oranges and deep reds unite in glory,winds whispering to the trees that this is it,leaves let loose in agreement; Autumn elegance.
The SearchThe unspoken evening search dissolves, the weight of foreshadow is unbearing astwo sounds spilt and sting the calm floating midnight air. A murky dark colored reflection bounces off the outline of a wondering infant.The now softened ice cream drips and dribbles off the counter,gently detailing the floor as it flows.True spoken word has never been so quiet to the ear;Sometimes even the wise make wrong decisions, parents can attest.Eyes matched eyes in a fixed gaze as the music was suddenly turned off for good;Foot steps and bickering chatter ensues.They followed like sheep destined with a date with death, life is a explor
crack.warm smooth smoke held far and deep though the lungs, cells sent into frenzied stimulation from the intrusion, the potent chemical rushes deeply and sharply through blood, ear buzzing, head tingling sensation of bliss over comes, the enlivening exhale ensues; pulse surges like loose electricity, cloud nine with its euphoric,intoxicating spirit, intensity quickly fades to a idle buzz, in all of its aggressiveness it has backed off quickly, cycle repeat.
Winter SkinWhite in it's harshest form, flakes falling savagely in the flurry through out the unrelenting white desert.Coating the skin and clothes alike with a thin chilling blank layer, teeth chatter has overcome voice.Blood cooling winds whisper and whistle as bones become raw in the hardy coldness, legends of a Siberian winter become real.The death of a seasonhas never been such a forceful crisis,dangerous only as much as it is beautiful.
jamaica minute.time trickles lazily on the sunburnt island, the rays of warmth deny haste to anyone who seeks it, and becomes a even more enduring denial for those who dont, the heavy, smoke laced air chokes the mind, just the body is not enough to complete the score, the pace of the people only discourages longer, happiness is found rarely in speed, the delicate smell of the wafting breeze is enough to relax stress itself, secrets have been found here but only to us they are secrets, to them this is by birth, by nature.
Music for the SoulStunning sounds singing to my senses,modern melody in it's finest hour,time ceases to exist, that man made notion is useless here,formuating feelings I have not yet found myself,helping me chase my sanity once again,detailing the soul,pounding it with meaning,with promise.