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Early Morning Thoughts
The windows are cracked...almost open now as I lookout at the rising reds...yellows...and all shades therein,
The beauty of it all...nothing seeming to rival it's magnificence and design of exquisite coloring,
Reasoning and assumptions of the day to come...of the moments in which my thoughts will begin to work rationally,
But of course that won't come for another five minutes or so...my cracklings in my eyes are still to be wiped.
Where's the coffee...oh black globs where art thou...you know I need you like I need a sausage and cheese biscuit,
The computer I need to check first...thousand and a five emails of those saying hi...hello...hallo...hola...Praviit...bonjour,
International languages all seemingly familiar...we're all human after all...I love the friends I have made from around the world,
Oh someone just yelled down the hallway...coffees done...it's made...it's made...thank goodness...you know I need a cup.
The progress is made as I walk down the endless hallway...pictures of flowers on the wall...wait what colors are on them,
I'll never get to the coffee pot...but wait...blues...greens...spectrums of imagery all over the picture I've been staring at for over ten minutes now,
Oh goodness...my mind won't stop wandering...coffee time...must take my feet on the path once again,
Oh I see the kitchen now...I hear the brewing...the smells of French vanilla rising in the air...the French truly made a great invention with this flavor.
Wait I didn't look on the ground from the window of the kitchen...the frost upon the ground like Ice of graceful standards,
Bits of green emit through the glaciers glowing and shining from the red and bluish tinted skylines...lighting the atmosphere like a world famous artist,
Paint it on like Michelangelo...like El Greco...or Salvador Dali...my thoughts flowing like the Dali Llama...maybe Socrates or Aristotle,
Coffee is entering my system now...much much better...on to do the realistic aspects of the day....philosophy...creativity...I will see you tomorrow morning.
If you like this poem, you can view a few of my others below:
- The Trembling Heart of Gaia
Gaia's Voice in the midst of gloabal disaster. Her voice spreads over the ages with uncertainty and disbelief as humankind is shown to her in cruel ways.
- Baltimore's Poverty Nation
A Simple poem about the poverty that has struck most of the world, america in particular, as the middle and lower class are now struggling to put bread and meat in our mouths to eat everyday.
- Hardships On The High Seas
A Poem relating the hardships of life before the resolutions of fate occurs in one's life. This poem metaphorically uses life on the high seas as an anchor for life, hope you enjoy.