the sun am i


images of nature breath life
a natural becoming
we are left here in this gardens paradise
by elder gods of starry sphere
words of life
images of life
across the oceans fair
have i found a missing piece
these organic images
pressed against my organic letter
what would this yield
perhaps a powerful gate will be opened
an intrusion of forces unknown
it's all in how one shapes the pen of art
i suppose
some without purpose
most without calling
two worlds collide
could be danger
could be beauty
could be more
nature does have its own magnetics
as the colors dance with life
i stood atop a green mountain lucid
foreign to me
not that snowcapped mountain of god
a mountain green and hilly
moving beneath my feet
so must i climb
natures gate does call

I did read this one a few times and I don't really understand( must be because my English is not super), but I love some sentences, like this one: nature does have its own magnetics
as the colors dance with life..

OK, well keep on dreaming and psycho-babbling, I just don't get the chaotic metaphors, LOL..
I'm glad you loved my poem, it's not hard to understand, cause my English isn't good enough to use any metaphors r psycho-things,

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