#thetrees

[lforlimbo]

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”

[g-volcano-photo]

🎵 In my nothing, you meant everything, everything to me 🎵

[poetrythreesixfive]

The Trees

What more can I say about the trees?

What more can I write about

their bending in the breeze?

And are there any secrets left behind

that with my keyboard I have not

been able yet to find?

Surely all the angles have been found,

the changing leaves in autumn,

their falling to the ground.

Their beauty in the winter, draped in snow,

encumbered branches heavy with

their burden, bending low.

Are there any images untold?

any shadows left unseen

within their leafy fold?

I cannot think of anything unsaid,

so surely I will have to put

this matter quite to bed.

But I am walking in the woods, and then

a shift of light, an image strikes,

and I reach for my pen.

[zenwords]


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[iamspiritwolf]

#rustcohle #truedetective #truestory #timeisaflatcircle "Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it" - George Santayana ....interesting #psychicshit surfacing the last week.... when you can step back and see #patternsinthechaos you can gain #insight and the #reasonswhy #behindthescenes #thewoods #thetrees and your #path can become #clearer #findthesigns #followyourheart #yourheartknows #futurespast #synchronicity #noaccidents #awareness #intuition #morningmeditation #theonlywayoutisthrough #themagicianlongstosee #whodothatvoodoo #qoute #georgesantayana

[lforlimbo]

a. Birds b. One bird c. No birds Ever since the birds flew away from my words no one believes me anymore my hands are empty I show them they look they smile indulgently and turn away once I could call and a bird would sit on my shoulder its warm weight was proof now silence nests in my throat and even I no longer trust my voice

[poetrythreesixfive]

The First Ones

The maples grow in clusters,

the hemlocks stand alone,

the arborvitae march in lines

each one of them a clone.

The oak stands in the open,

reigning with their size,

and centuries go up in smoke

each time a redwood dies.

The willow weeps in solitude

within the shallow glade,

the scrub pine comes in legions,

in the sandy, silent shade.

Like tribes from ancient worlds,

they all once had their place,

but since have been divided

by a hungry human race.

                     -GeorgeFilip

[moochilatv]

Tom Petrone presents: Chill of the Night

If you like jazz and Masego music, check this.

Tom Petrone has been singing and playing guitar his whole life starting at the age of 3 years old and is a master of harmony. His greatest influence is the Beatles!

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There are so many others after that included some of the best bands and musicians in the world like Jimi Hendrix, Jeff Beck, Sting, Bill Evans, Buddy Rich, Frank Sinatra and Tony Bennett. Tom now Writes and records on a daily basis.

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