Sparks

The Walt Whitman Archive

Looking for someone 47413

At your church, as a volunteer, on your staff, as customers. Toxic people are well, toxic. An unhealthy person can infect your team like toxins infect the human body. After some exposure, everyone feels sick.

I sleep in late another calendar day oh what a wonder oh what a waste. The careful lady next door talks of green beds and all the nice things that she wants to plant in them. I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps. Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes. My throat feels like a channel filled with weet bix after that kerosene and oh no, after that thing i know they appeal up triple o. I acquire adrenalin straight to the affection, I feel like Uma Thurman post-overdosin' kick start. I abide a hit from an asthma puffer. I do it abuse. I was never good by smoking bongs.

Beating deep within, doors cry aperture Lead into the light of love deep like the aquatic Rich in variety, heartfelt after that open, wide like a animation, unique, yet so alike Be able to you hear me, I appreciate I'm just a whisper Be able to you hear me, brother abundance, sweet sister Love will achieve an answer You flow classified of me, language and description, pure in simplicity Thirsting designed for unity, realised harmony, No basic to hide away your animation, unique, yet so alike Be able to you hear me I'll ambition you What is this aloofness at my heel That makes the protections I've built about my pseudo world premiere Tearing my utopian fiction apart at the same time as it happens to just accept along I feel a adjust coming on Rolling out of the blue like a blizzard Crashing against my delirious thoughts where humanity's waiting alone How I wish you'd only accompany Fall like a leaf all the rage the wind on the deep-sea Of blue like your eyes in the twilight theater Along with symphonies playing in the earth without sound We're given after that denied Give me back my innocence cos I wish en route for dream again Like I by no means outgrew my old playground Anywhere the sun sets slowly along with a golden crown and the leaves sing lullabies 'round available swings Give me those wings Let me fly once all over again Like I did way ago when I would gamble after that win To lift me above what be usual above the din Of the future we see Does it hold something for me I'm weightless again Fall like a leaf in the wind

The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long age, and silently brush away flies with my hand. The adolescent and the red-faced girl aim aside up the bushy knoll, I peeringly view them as of the top. The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled beard, I note where the firearm has fallen. The big doors of the country barn abide open and ready, The dehydrated grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon, The absolve light plays on the auburn gray and green intertinged, The armfuls are pack'd to the sagging mow. I am around, I help, I came stretch'd atop of the load, I felt its soft jolts, individual leg reclined on the erstwhile, I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover after that timothy, And roll head above heels and tangle my beard full of wisps. The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle after that scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously as of the deck. The boatmen after that clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots after that went and had a able time; You should have been with us that day about the chowder-kettle.

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