Walking Amongst Magick

I took a walk today to clear my mind. Sometimes I love to just go out an wonder about, nature. Below is a compilation of pictures I snagged on my adventure along with a few poems.

Enjoy the Magick

Run.

Residual resin.

Raw renewed rigor.

Rampaging reverent for revenge.

Renewed Retaliation Reaching def ears.

Rain rejuvenates false hope rendering remorse.

Religion sparks Roaring righteously retaliation.

Reason renounced leaving false retribution.

Rein of power Remains.

Restraints rusted red.

Resurrecting hope.

Respect.

New Perspective

“Among the weeds.

Perspective is askew.

Enjoy the view.”

River of the universe

The winding path reveals many mysteries.

Minds enticed by entertaining fantasies.

River of the universe.

Time seems meaningless.

Wondering soul.

Alone.

American dream:

No one can hear you scream.

Within the moon beam.

The high beam.

Standing upstream.

Or Mainstream.

The musical theme, of the American dream.

 

Lullaby daydream. Radioactive beam melts your ice cream.

Scream baby scream.

Some perverts wet dream.

Pile up the whipping cream.

Face cream.

Cone that American dream.

 

Coin that dream.

Ion beam the laser beam.

Star stream… scar of the American dream.

Scream baby scream.

Dream of the dream.

Taste the ice cream.

 

Sweet peach cream.

The one true team.

That true American dream.

Scream baby scream.

And it may seem… and surly be deemed.

To be mean at the cost of another is that that of the extreme or an act of low self-esteem.

Guess the theme?

Waterway: Pipeline

Elements forged out of times embracing hands.

Cold and refreshing… anything but clean.

Rusted beauty bleeds out life.

Beautifully refreshing new life.

Rusted by time.

Draining away.

Forgotten.

Reminiscing over memories of a past life

Remembering that when the lights are out it is less dangerous.

Fragmented time that like rust never sleeps.

Blurred beauty beautiful brilliant bright blissful sparkles before me.

Berating breathing beings bathing painted shadows.

Caught amongst the gravity of magick.

You watched me and I you.

Universal curiosity shared between, all three.

Between darkness and light lies the grey.

Broken wings of sorrow.

Sinking in the wind.

Fly feebly through darkness.

Seeking light, straying flight.

Diverging into the grey.

 

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