nature poems and such - christopher shannon

i was in the midts of hell/finals week and i went to trader joes and randomly bought a bunch of flowers... it was awsome... and it made all the work i was dooing not that bad and my house smell like eucalyptise... it was realy nice... it inspired a break from my writing redicks thesis paper to write some poetry (that isnt very good..haha) so here it goes...

as the sun from my window streaches across the room, reflecting off the lake.
you breath your dying breths. all to make my kitchen table a little wooden eden.
i just wanted something prety and you were it.
white
green
tall, the color, form, impecable. in the modern ikea vase
i have a tallent for asthetics.

you dont care.
you take your last breaths, a slow death.

you lived in a garden once, fresh air and bugs crawling on you bees buzzing
sunlight without a window. on a cliff next to a waterfall overlooking the ocean. in a tropical paradise

then you lived in a farm. sorounded by maby others. too many others. with chemicals and a fake sun. floride in your blood

and now you die here because you are so beautyful that i needed you
in that ikea vase on that wooden table.

i only hope you find sollas in the view. the beautyful lake the trees and the sun coming through the window.

the view was made for you.
by me.
trying to find that one cliff ive been dreaming of since i was born. your home where you lived.



umm i also wrote some other poetry that was inspire by a trip i took to south america a few years ago... i had a dream on this beautyful train ride to maccu piccu and it was the first time that a few of my heaven included nature. (that i remember). i was there with my lover... who its for then and now is different and it changes. i hope to read it to my soulmate at my wedding or something.. the actual poem changes too.

i see you standing there
naked as god made you
sunburnt skin and rosy cheaks
the rock feels cool on the small of my back
a small retreat from the sun


here i am. perfect. and you.
over the edge the river tempts us to jump.
a death wish of 400 feet.

i can feel the bugs on my skin
and i can smell the jungle behind me.
and i can here my heart beat slow
my skin hurts as i smile
we were not ment for the sun. or this place.

no one cares here as we kiss and i cant tell the difference between your saliva and the beads of sweat from my upper lip.
we steady our hands in eachothers


a runing leap....



and one more... from the first time i ever came to VA... and got lost in the woods. which was weird becasue i grew up in the desert and had never seen so many trees.

a sky of green held up by living pillers of bark
lying in a puddle of mud i realize how pointless clothes are
pugs are cralling across my face
covered in mud its evrywhere
and its not as bad as i thought it would be.
i loose my self
i cant breath because its so hot
everything is sticky.
i never understood sweat till now.
for a moment i deside to run away like a wild man
raised by the bugs and the trees and the mud
even the air.
the courage escpes me like a breath.
i leave.
and i loose myself