I made my way towards a voice singing as softly as smoke,
Its melody ringing through my mind like a hex.
Bewitched by its sound, I followed it blindly down a dirt path.

But when I came upon the man who sang so beautifully,
And explained I had traveled very far
To listen to his song,
He turned and said simply,
You are a fool.
For I am nothing, but an idea inside your chest.

I am a slave to the world...
I want to be free...
But the thing is,
I don't know how.

I am wheat
I cry, I cry
Again
You leave your dead
At my feet
Oh why, oh why

At Gettysburg
We cried
Again, again
They rose and died
Below our stalks
They lie, they lie

From Stalingrad
To Leningrad
One million dead, one million dead
The Panzers came
Wheat fields aflame
They burned, they burned

And once again
You leave your dead
Ukraine, Ukraine
Oh, Putin's shame
The innocent lie
In wheat, in wheat.

r ~ 7/19/14

I went to the ice cream shop today.
A dollar in my hand and excited for
my first scoop.
51 Flavors to pick from.

I stood over the counter and handed the Man
my quarter.
He handed me a scoop of vanilla.

"Excuse me." "Don't I get to pick the flavor I want?"
"No," the Man stated. "This is the flavor you want."

Vanilla may not be pretty, but its the flavor that everyone
should be.  No surprises and predictable.  Wont cause
you any harm. It's dependable.

He pointed to the other flavos and began to describe them.
As to warn me of them like they were a calamity.

Mint Chocolate. Sure it gives you a pleasant feeling in your mouth.
But the feeling fades after some time.

Rocky Road.  Yes it promises you greatness and a salvation of flavor.
But then it just disappoints after you see whats inside.

Cookie Dough.  It reminds you of your childhood.
But it can make you sick if you eat too much of it.

Coffee.  It give you a jolt of energy and focus.
But soon you realize its bitter and soon its just not enough.

I looked at the man as he described other flavors.  
Rainbow sherbet threatened the norm of society.
Strawberry was too ******.
Chocolate was acceptable just recently.

I asked of him, "Why have these flavors
If we should not partake of them?"

He looked at me with a straight face and stated,
"So you know what to avoid when you come in here again."

I may not be as good
As the others here
I may not be as good
With poems, I fear

But one thing I know
-these words are mine
And one thing I know
They're yours to find

They're not as deep
Not as vague
They may not resonate
They're just letters on this page

They reflect my life
-the inner me
And everything else
That others don't see

Say what you will
About this assortment of words
I'll keep on writing
Never changing afterwards.