The Poetry Of.
Jabezz Dezerai.........................
micro chromatic expression
whatever i am
what i've become
i wish it to be pure
a galactic speck of a speck
a son of a gun
thru my lenses
what a
rainbow
such
imperfections
flaws
sins
measured
eclecticities
eroticities
a city
of my own
at the beach
(caenozoic era...early holocene epoch)
she wanted
outer
he inner
she really wanted
outer
but was inner
he was outer
and really
wanted inner
inner outer
outer inner
no way to begin
for beginners
(in memory of john muir)
"Let us do something to make the mountains glad."
- John Muir
if you can't tell
i love trees
the woods
you may think
i am crazy
hate the smell
wispy
burnt
corrupted
there are chips
pieces
many pieces
everywhere
yet pure
glistened
or heard
quietly
felt
with each breath
i breathe
the trees
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