I'm resting here all day
Smiling away
Watching the birds
Sing all day
As the tree's
Blow softly in the gentle wind
Watching the sun shining bright all day
I'm full of delight today I'm as
Happy as I can be
I'm so happy today I'm listening to the
Birds sing softly to me..
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 7:32 AM UTC
A few words I nibbled off
The back of my hand
They said
"Flow in the river"
I could not understand.
My feet went for it anyways
Nothing showed confusion
So my hands played the drums this way.
My new affiliation.
I'm afflicted with the rhythm of the river
It's tempo is fueling this fever
I can't awaken until
The growing Weaver
Recides in this flowing river.
I am stuck in this desire
I'll write the epic to our delima
The one where you are unwavering
I am stuck in this desire,
To love my unchanging river.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
There were times we swayed
High on you
High on me
But do you realize
Times have strayed
Into paths unhinged
With breathless pain
Your description
Was everything I'm not
Her virtue
Her hands
These brought you joy
Then you saw me
And that made you feel
Liberated and free
It was all surreal
I am the worst
Sweet is my tongue
Heavy sit my word
I am your best fear
The one you hold dear
Here I go writing to you again
About these feelings
About us
About dreams
But I am pain
I am love
I am hope
I am naught
The everything
And all in one
I am the not for you
Can't you see what is true?
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 8:28 PM UTC
The Rain.
Ah!
I can tell the difference now
It could be blue
It can be grey –the sky.
It could play you a melody
Or would just be a nuisance –rhythmic thunder.
It could brighten the sky,
Your path perhaps
Or even
Make a dangerous design; blinding lights –dancing lightning.
But;
It will come slow,
A steady shower
Gracing you with a smile.
It is gentle, no?
--you don’t know;
Mother nature is bitter at heart
Her husband, he is never nice to her
So, she weeps—
And then it pours!
They clap their hands and shine their whites.
She cries her bitterness out
Oh no,
Here comes the rain
Hear their deranged laughs.
You better run.
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC