ANEMOIA (ane-moy-a) and NOSTALGIA (no-stal-ja)
Words that recall and arouse the same feelings and emotions deeply rooted to memories and experiences..
What This Anthology Is
What This Anthology Is About The Difference Between Them
NOSTALGIA rises from true, real life experiences with a past or a present. A song reminds of an ex. A scent reminds you of a place. And you feel emotions connect to that time.
It’s SIMPLE.
WhatThis AnthologyIs About
ANEMOIA arises from the untrue and unreal.
From nothing you have experienced in the past or the present.
From nothing you see in your future.
From nothing you know about. Yet, it makes you feel like you do, causing you to long for it. It’s COMPLEX
When Anemoic Matter cross the silver line at the wrong time
A Whimsical Theory?
AWhatThis nthologyIs About
What if your desire produces a magnetic field so strong it captures the unkown into a time and space where it cannot stay long Unless, It finds the right place to cohabitate Otherwise, It will get lost It will get stuck Somewhere In Time It cannot survive.
Somethin’ Diff’rent
Right from the start she was witty she was smart
Fresh into world
Somethin’ diff’rent
‘bout this girl She was talkin She was walkin
Way B4 her 1st birthday
Nobody understood the things she would say Time quickly passed and she grew up fast found a good career
Now she’s Employee of The Year!
Euph’Airic Recall Euph’Airic Recall Euph’Airic Recall
A new song aired the radio I felt somethin’ from long ago
What it is I don’t know I don’t know this song, at all
Yet this song has caused an abnormal Euph’Airic Recall
Ominous Ominous Ominous
What-the-fudge
doth my eyes see?
It looks like this TREE
Is staring at ME!
It certainly isn’t charming It looks quite alarming as tho’ it could harm me
But that cannot be
This tree cannot walk free
I wonder...how it stood this long I wonder...what made it so strong
I wonder . .. why it formed this way
And if it could walk
And if it could talk
Where ...would it go?
What ... would it say?
But then who would be bold enough to get close enough
Look at those holes they look like black eyes
And that big mouth gaped open wide.
No one would be the wiser if treasure is inside there.
But then, who would be bold enuf’ to get close to that tree and see?
She is delicate, like a Lilly in the valley. With a bouquet of flowers, she’s walking through an alley.
It’s the middle of the day, the sun is shining bright.
Why is she in the shadows?
Why is she trying to hide?
I have to go greet her I have to go greet her
If I am lucky she will be mine But I cannot cross the line before our time.
Today, I took a different route, to avoid an offensive tree.
Suddenly a man, came walking up to me.
He sad, “Hello” I said, “Hello” too.
Then he said, “How are you?” “I’m from California, you can call me Cali” “Well since I met you here, you can call me Allie.”
He laughed, and said “That was so funny, I’m dripping honey.”
Cali
He said he came from California He said, call him Cali
How bizarre he came that far and met me in an alley.
I took a different route today, avoiding an Ominous tree. It feels like the tree took a route straight to me. But we KNOW Trees don’t talk Trees don’t walk.
Nose’talgia
There it was again
Nose’talgia in the wind
The aroma it bore stronger than before She smelled it better
The scent of nectar
She could not describe what kind
But She deserved it and craved it
More than before
She prayed for something not knowing what it was
She preyed for some thing not knowing what it was
Majestic Majestic Tree Tree
If I need a place to rest my feet
The Majestic Tree is where I wanna be
If it’s one of those days
I’m feeling fancy free The Majestic Tree is where I wanna be
If I need a quiet place To write and concentrate The Majestic Tree is where I wanna be
If I wanna take a toke a private place to smoke
The Majestic Tree is where I wanna be
IF I need to clear my mind and give God, some time The Majestic Tree is where I wanna be
Then
Tell
me, my love
What’d be your thoughts
If I said trees can walk and trees can talk?
That’d be like saying a man lives on the moon That’d be like havin’ a elephant in the room That was so funny I’m drippin’ honey
he looked deeply into her eyes, and replied “If I am gone for too long, the tree will die, and so will I.
That was all he had to say He winked at her and walked away
Out of nowhere the smell of nectar was in the air
Baby, wait
“Is that your cologne?” It was too late he’d already gone. All night long he didn’t answer his phone. WTF is going on?
Nose’talgia
Allie . . . pacing the alley on her phone calling Cali.
Since he left he ain’t been home
But his cologne his testosterone lingers in the air and hovers there.
The place she’d become as snug, as a bug in a rug, wrapped in a hug, deeply in love . . .
Had become her worst nightmare. Trapped in nose’talgia somewhere . . .
Confronting Casti’Nova Confronting Casti’Nova
I purposely walked over to confront Castin’ova I stood there a while with a grimace, not a smile. waiting for that tree to talk to me e up tree, and talk to me. p shading your voice he rustling of leaves.”
I’m standing here pleading with you tree and begging you to talk to me
I will ask you one more time Please tell me hat’s on yo’ mind?
Castin’ova kept sil he had nothing to I said goodbye and walked awa It was getting windy and starting to rain when I heard Castin’ova... yelling my name
You’re the man I wanted most
Ghostman Ghostman
You have become a wandering ghost
I hear your voice in the wind Repenting of a forbidden sin
I know that you, are not a tree You can walk, and talk to me
You know where I can be found Why you so silent won’t come around? Why did you leave? Where you at?
I”m calling to you, Baby, come back!
Ane’moia Ane’moia
There is it again Something in the weather, whether pheromones testosterone, r nose knows smell of a man cent of him lurks oke from fireworks It recluses her when she’s weak And seduces her when she’s sleep
She feels like a victim of crime Held captive somewhere in time She feels like she’s
going out of her mind!
The next day when she awakes The smell of him lurks like smoke from fireworks.
It is not medi-CA-tion
It’s not halluci-NA-tion it is not de’MENT-ia it’s not schizo-PHREN-ia
I‘m sure it’s not a-NE-m-i-a
I’m not sure it’s am-NES-ia It is not P-T-S-D. It’s not Anx-I-e-ty It is not para-NOI-A IT, is Ane’MOI-A
Casti’novaCasti’nova
That tree makes me feel like a foo That tree just ain’t cool
The way that branch is casting over I can see the trace of its Castin’ova face Handsome and Debonair It whispers obscenities into the air And the smell coming at midnight Seducing me when I can’t fight I’m on to you now, Casti’nova
Take a bow, the show is over.
The Fall From Majesty
I went to vis Majestic Tree
To bask in its shade and read in peace
From afar
I could see A huge scar on the tree? I wasn’t sure what it could be I got closer to see...
Majestic Tree had lost its postur
Majestic Tree had lost its moistu e
I had to step back further and see
What could it be attacking this tree
It was a sight for sore eyes shock and horrified
n enormous
k Widow Spider
n its web inside her oned Majestic Tree oned all of its leaves
s only a matter of time
c Tree would surely die.
I was gone for too long
I was not wise I crossed the line
Before our time
The tree will die And so will I
We have this treasure in jars of clay Therefore, we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, Inwardly we are renewed each day.
Don’t fix your eyes on the things you see, Fix your eyes on what you cannot see. For these things last eternally
We have this treasure in jars of clay, To show God’s power is living in us pressed down har on every side But we, are not crushed.
Wherever She Is
Wherever she is I will find her again
Wherever she is
You hear doves cry
And see butterflies
Wherever she is
There are nectar trees
And butterfly bees
Wherever she is
She’s sipping tea
Waiting for me
Wherever she is
Her nose knows
I am her man
Wherever she is I will find her a ga
Sweet Nectar Tea
E-v-e-r-y morning she is there
An old lady in a rocking chair
If you look in her eyes
You can see the sun rise morning hat tree a cup ctar Tea
E-V-E-R-Y evening she sits by that tree sipping a cup of Sweet Nectar Tea
NtoaWillowNot-a-W i wod NtoaWillowNot-a-W i wod
People call her a sleeping Widow by a weeping Willow Yooo-hoo U’m tellin’ you
NEITHER is true
The Tree is not a Willow And She is not a Widow That is her personal “Sweet Nectar Tree” She owns an orchard, and a factory.
ANTHOLOGY
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