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The Perfect Tree…


It seemed so much higher,
When I was a kid.
Limbs lower to the ground.
Within it’s leaves I hid.

I could touch the clouds.
The world seemed small below.
Embracing companion branches,
Which promised to not let me go.

It seemed so much higher.
Guess it always was to me.
From my childlike perspective,
It is still the perfect tree.

©E.D. Allee
May, 2014

Image: http://mckellasawyer.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/DSC_07791.jpg

I Seek Vertical Increase…


I’m 31 architectural stacks in the sky,
I’ve really always liked getting high.

To the tips of the trees, as a kid I’d climb,
I’ve really always liked getting high.

“Window seat please”, only way to fly,
I’ve really always liked getting high.

Rotating restaurants and towers worldwide,
I’ve really always liked getting high.

Ascending hills and mountainsides,
I’ve really always liked getting high…

Maybe it’s a spirit within everyone,
Children embracing increase in the vertical.
Unafraid of the climb,
Not concerned about the potential fall.

Maybe I’m just trying to reach God,
In a literal and worldly way.
Reaching for the energy of a sun,
Which emits God’s powerful rays.

Perhaps the literal manifestations,
Have nothing to do with the figurative.

Maybe I simply like to climb?
But, I always have, and still, like to get “high”…

Do you?

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Pic: http://blacklemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/climbing-tree-799349.jpg




Recapture The Rapture…

Other than just shutting down the stimuli,
I don’t know how to shut down the stimuli.
So much coming in all at once,
And I liiiike it!

That’s what the white walls are for. But, I PREFER COLOR!

It’s like when you get a taste of something you like,
And you want more.
You don’t want the feeling to end,
Trying, usually in vain, to sustain it… Fleeting…

Pausing to consider the “friendly”, often proves problematic.
A sense of loss, for the eventual loss ensues.
Acknowledging that it won’t last forever,
Brings the “high” down to unsustainable.

Stimuli remains massive.
Eruptions of thoughts continue.
But I have to fight the mood shift.
And I plan to!!!


It’s hard to recapture the rapture…

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014


Joy Turns to Sorrow…


In the blink of an eye,
My laugh’s become a cry.
Settling anew with tear’s stains,
On the tail end of a fun, energetically sleepless high.

Fearing the decline, the abyss,
Where I find myself trapped for a stint.
Until an appointed time of release,
When the sorrow finally ends.

“They” call it bipolar mood cycling,
The cruel shift, euphoria’s exit.
Echoes of wakefulness spiked with joy,
Turn to liquified, molten lament.

Required to ride it out,
I’ve gotten better with the passing of time.
But I’d rather avoid this darkness,
While I’m waiting to realign.

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

Note: I wrote this a while back. So, not current emotions.

Pic:http://www.deviantart.com/art/Bipolar-343768006 (a lot of beautiful images from this artist). 






High On Vegas…


Vegas in the day

Accents the desert landscape

At night she’s feral

©E.D. Allee
January, 2014

Picture: my collection – local hike.


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