Alekhein

How many summers could I count Inhaling sunshine burst drought Snowing ash of blizzard pillar Inhibited pent felt cellar Burn doubt away, purging air Tonic laced of poison nightmare Cross boned toxic inspiration Necessity inclined recreation To the mountain springs of Valhalla Waltzing passion halls of gala Scintillating wit and fervor All expired Sherlock endeavor Without tobacco in priori cantus Snip, my better judgement mantis

Stammering heartbeats a rhythm clips Pine expanse fluttering cedar mesh Soaked in warmth, lighted shafts slip       Of gentled pillared impression Awoken oaken giants brush reflection Of ocean motion over yonder offing Stark beauty engulfs day's affection   -- Mightier Titans offer their love Gilded enameling encompassing veins Surfaced radially all directions shine Light forever transfer Earthen drains     Nightshade realized coded shrine Tilted son of Sun stretches arch'd spine Kingdoms, tribes, nature concurring From mountain clearing, sequester'd vine Life and unlife conflate ancient stirring - C. B. Nepoose 10.08.2013

Deep within a hunch, Lies phantom knowledge. It brightens: A mind's labyrinth or its dense thickets (Monuments of tomorrow, Amazons from yesterday). Precognition or instinct? Ancestral knowledge? Or rational cold reading? The expanded perspective Lies outside of time Focused on many. The greater the line of sight, the more Luck created. Time spent preparing for the mental friction Ahead.

I've always grown up never thinking in words. I was reminded of this when I read an Einstein Quote online that said," "'These thoughts did not come in any verbal formulation. I rarely think in words at all. A thought comes, and I may try to express it in words afterward."-Albert Einstein.'" My life has always been centralized to perspective on things. As a kid, I used to pretend and wonder what it was like to be a cup or a sword. I thought of the swing of a blade and how it must of felt if it could feel and discovered a wind breaking mechanism of nature that occurs as a result of the scenario with a deep insight and new perspective as to ho

Primordial, sentinent, beings thrive About ancient labyrinths of bark. Howling to the wind and leaves Liveliness never eludes their strive To breech reflective skyen mark. Angels they are, earthen breeze.

Erosive tars negating potentials Implosive pars concentrating essentials Relative scores tempting corps. Shrouded shores unveiling wars. Grasping for indefinite deficits Gasping lore, innaccurate literates, Corrosive ore eviscerating life Explosive war invigorating strife

I'd live my life whole To the utmost depths Of my soul. For I am subject To death. Amidst the metaphor That this life Is a story. Where a beginning Absolutely must Have an end.

All creatures bound in the domain of balance. The subtle cadences are noticed by thought. The gardens of nature are savagely sought. Only silver giants tower true their faithful penance. Only shallow oceans of yesterday persist drought. Away from an ancient instinct: onslaught.

Awake unto a world of discovery With every inch an unseen metre. That this curiosity yields no recovery, (Feeling an untamed wonder) Of unsatiable thirst, Amnesia causes ecstacy.

Droplets of foliage attracted to a world Riddled and laced, in all of its primes, The wooden rivers, twisted and curled, Evaporate to dust, in the sands of times. These earthen solids, thought dirty and vile, Had fiery ancestors, the sources of light. Walk on them gently, they're not evil but alive, Just as we, beings of lightning might.