3. About the book
“ “ There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.””
Lord Byron
From the vast horizon to the tiny morning dew,
From the dark silhouttes to the ever glowing sources of light,
This book is all about how i percive nature, and describe as i see it everyday.
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5. There must have been many a roads taken,
many a words spoken.
Of whatever you did,
or whatever thats supposed to be done
Have you ever thought about the, Missing Links
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Missing Links
6. Blowing in the Wind
““Being noticed can be a burden
Jesus got himself crucified because
he got himself noticed
So I disappear a lot”
Bob Dylan
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7. For there is a plant in you, and a plant me.
The Veins Within
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8. Freedom
Break free -
Burst the chains that bind you
Rip through those padded cuffs;
Set your mind free.
Just let go -
Release the breath you’ve held so long
Scream those words you’ve kept secret
You’ve got nothing to lose.
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9. your LIFE
Awake
Arise,
And appear.
From your pre-destined slumber.
Life’s lottery has selected your number.
Live,
Laugh
And love.
Your way through this world.
These feelings can’t be bought nor sold.
Struggle,
Stress
And survive.
Through the hardships and pain.
These feelings have proven impossible to tame.
Deteriorate,
Disintegrate
And die.
Every story must have an end.
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11. Doors
If the doors of perception were
cleansed every thing would
appear to man as it is,
Infinite.
For man has closed himself up,
till he sees all things thro’
narrow chinks of his cavern.”
William Blake”
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12. Branches
They fan out reaching for the open sky
A distant dream they will never reach
Rooted to the earth they stretch out
But as they do, the trunk holds them back
And chilly winds ruffle their leaves
Soon white snow falls from the stars,
As they are forced to take a rest
Then, green sprouts, and up they go,
Higher, higher just a little bit more-
Forever reaching for the eternal stars.
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13. Typewriter Blues
Click, clack, and the blotters leap at the paper.
Click, clack, an impression is made.
Click, clack, my fingers in their improvised dance
Click, clack, they dance as the fit seizes them.
Click, clack, in the end, is there meaning?
Click, clack, I’m making love to my release.
Click, clack, does it even matter?
Click, clack, it doesn’t.
Click, clack, as long as the rhythm continues.
Click, clack.
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15. Empty Clothesline
Strung upon the empty clothesline,
Hope waits in the pale moonlight
Seeking to find
That day.
That night.
In the autumn shadows
Of the morning sun.
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16. Wind and Windows
I can fly.
Not in a conventional sense, but I can still fly.
There’s nothing I love more than watching the world whiz by,
the wind whipping through my hair and ripping cold tears from my
eyes.
My ‘wings’ can take me anywhere, so long as I buckle in.
Once up to speed, nothing can separate me from that freedom.
I’ll fly down the highways as much as I like.
Though the wind stings my skin and lesions of goosebumps plague
my arms, I can’t resist my flying time.
I can’t stay away from my ‘wings.’
It seems silly, but my favorite thing in the whole world is to
simply feel the wind rush as I hang out the window of my ‘wings’
like a dog, blink away the bitter tears, and grin like a nut as all my
worries are left miles away.
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18. Shadow
I am the phantom,
I am the mask,
I am the future,
I am the past,
I am the boulder that crashes down,
And crushes the cookie crumbs into the ground,
I am the minstrel that sings an adage,
And struts and frets upon my stage,
I am the minion, and I am the rule;
I am the player, and I am the fool –
I’m many, but one – I’m several, but few,
There’s a little in me, and a little in you,
I’m the ladder that fell into the sea,
And the box where my toys are waiting for me,
I’m a lamp in the dark,
I’m a mountain in cloud,
I’m the head of an office,
And the dust on a shroud,
I’m the missile that’s screaming over your head
–
I’m the bastard who fired it, and I’m also the
dead.
I’m the husband who kisses in a honeymoon
suite,
I’m the lover who sweeps you off of your feet,
I am the music,
I am the night,
I am the rage,
And I am the fight.
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19. I am the sword in your bloody left hand,
And I am the shield that protected you as you ran,
I am the mirror, and I am the voice –
I am you, less your soul, and you, less your choice –
You can make me by walk,
You can make me by talk,
I watch you, and never do I fade –
A silent killer,
A constant thriller,
The one you’ll never escape.
I am the shadow,
I am the night,
I am the soldier,
I am the fight,
I am the shroud,
And I am the dust,
I am the love,
And I am the lust,
I am the teeth,
And I am the claw,
I am the lawless,
And I am the law.
I am all that the world can find,
But I can be all in your wandering mind.
Don’t try to find me,
Don’t turn around –
I am your shadow,
And I’m watching you now.
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20. silhouttes
We speed down the highway
Stuffed in the tiny car
Two to a seat
Laughing and screaming out lyrics
To songs we don’t understand
Falling in love with silhouettes
Under the flashing city lights
Listening to words of wisdom
Coming from the mouths of teenage boys
High on life and laughter
But the surprising thing is
It’s all true
We are soothed by familiar voices
As we speed down the highway
Falling in love
With silhouettes in the dark
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21. Textured Sky
Its wonderfulto notice,
how the different shades of blue, red and green
paint up the textured sky.
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24. Obsession
Its a rhythm
Its a pride
Its a feeling
Its a ride
I’am confused,
if its a blessing,
or a curse
Maybe its a creation,
Or just
another obsession.
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