Vision+Voice

Under the faint light,
I snuggle inside,
My brain goes limp,
My limbs feel funny,
I rest myself,
In my pillow,
I look up,
To the sky,
With heavy eyes,
I roll to my side,
I sleep through,
Storms and all,
I snuggle in,
Oh so deep,
Oh I sleep.

On the Oak Branch
The Squirrel Scurries over,
Jerks his Head, Looking around,
Checking for Dogs, Cats, Birds.
All’s Safe
All’s Sound
He lies Down, looking at Clouds
His chest, Rising, Falling,
Blinking, Slowly
Until, finally
He,
Falls,
Asleep,
To,
Dream.

You below in the wind
leaves change in every season
Your orange leaves fall

Under a tree
The rabbit lies down
Wiggling its feet
Sinking into a warm bed
Curling up its body
Sighs and closes its eyes
Dreaming of a beautiful carrot farm

Any song may not be a symphony,
And as of now they may not be admired,
But one day, they may live a life of Infamy,
Or it’s too late and they must become retired

Next to the big, bright window,
Lay a sloppy dog who was not a widow,
He was tired and bored from the day,
He was so tired, that he needed a lay,
With his big sloppy body & his big sloppy face,
He lay to rest for his fin,
And then he will wake up,
Just like any old sloppy mutt.

Going back to the cabin in the woods
Where none can see
The Ranger hides there in disguise
Like a ghost or a spy

For my reader I tell
The information I shall sell
Of training for five years
To give enemies ghostly fears

In year one you learn to
Finish the cleaning mentors can’t do
Come year two you will learn
The skills every archer yearns

Year three out and in-
Apprentices ,mentors like fire in the kitchen
In year four the year shall fill
Perfect every single skill

In year five
Apprentices strive
Use your knife in it’s sheath
To earn your silver oakleaf

As Portugal desperately put Ronaldo on the field hoping he would tie the game
Morocco played the hardest they had ever played before
the ball went back and forth across the field
one wrong move and the other team would score
Morocco held their defense tight not letting the ball slip through
Portugal kept pressuring and attacking Morocco but they held tight till the end
as the time ended Morocco fans cheered and Portugal fans cried
all hope seemed lost but one thing was forgotten
as a young boy Kylian Mbappé idelized Ronaldo
and was willing to take down Morocco for his hero

I slither I slide,
Basking in the sun, I’m warm and dry.
Sleeping in the sun, I shed my skin,
My skin is soft.
My scales are like stars,
They are like shining shards.
Something is loud, it’s a mouse.
I’m as quiet as a crocodile,
I used my lifestyle.
I swallow that mouse,
Now I’m delighted.
As I enjoy my meal,
I shake to a sudden feel.
It is the trotting of the cattle.
The cattle were declaring battle;
I knew I had to rattle.
They knew I had my venom,
I knew they were going to bolt,
And it resulted in no fail.

i was your god
i was your angel
million eyed and
winging but you
held me to the ground
and in stealing my
wings fashioned
yourself a halo of
my blood

i was your fallen
i was your villain
thousand teared and
vengeful but you
silenced my screaming breath
and in stealing my
voice fashioned
yourself a sword
of my pain

i am your ruin
i am your doomsday
flashing feathers and
terrifying but you
can’t kill me anymore
and in hurting
me fashioned yourself
the noose from
which you hang