Detached from the tree and
momentarily from the world;
what does the leaf witness?

One already so dead, dry, devoid;
is resentful?
One would think not.
One does not need resentment.

One falling leaf needs not,
the cries of man and his children below.
One falling leaf needs not,
the chirping fowl above.

Detached from limb and life and
momentarily the world;
One needs only
a longer eternity not to need.

Languid prickly pear.
Ashen, voracious sky lay waste.
bruise Earth.

Prickly languid pear.
Hold fast against the wilted branch.

Thank the tree for its regard;
the limb that decayed the least.
                              O' how my will hangs
                              as I do above the death
                              who brought us this rot
Pear, languid and prickly.
Tenacious pride claws and bites
at morbid despair and lonesome longing;
                                                        ­           neither victorious.

Ashen sky dust and burn the peel

Languid pear.
Pain felt from
the dying of the limb that had more than
you in the end

Resentment tucked between the anguish.
Who brought us this rot?
                              O' how this will fades
                              unable to deliver
                              the cut that will end
The branch snaps.

Languid.
World devoid;
the will of which persists.

Sugar of the island;
crystalline.
Seclude thyself from
the fingers of the men of The World.
Birds of flight;
softened against the earth; hardened against the sky.
Avoid rest beneath
the head of the men of The World.
Fresh water of the brook;
serene.
Bubble, toil, and rush away from
The mouths of the men of The World.
Trees of the forest;
magnanimous.
Stand tenacious before the frailty of them;
fortify the earth as it is gouged by the men of The World.
Mountains that challenge the heavens;
stoic.
Hold thyself between them
the men, and The World.
Salt-water of the sea;
viscous.
Run thyself down the gullet
of the men of The World.
Cattle of the fields;
naive.
Hold thy tongue and stomach;
do not slave to the men of The World.
Fangs of the exiled hunters;
voracious.
Bare thy teeth against them;
consume the meat of the men of The World.
Children of men;
ambiguous.
Remain at play; thy memory will wither of
the men of The World.
Men of The World;
insolent; gluttonous.
Sit idle and fat;
thy follies shall decay beneath the history of The World.

I remember,
Being 10,
And scared...

Do You?

I was scared of the move.
Our car puncturing borders
And my mind racing even faster.

Out of the most standard questions,
I chose two.

Who?

And How?

I assure you,
The answers where beautiful.

Now im 20 and,
And, im doing it again.

Im scared. Im thinking.
And Im in motion.

I have no new questions

But soon Ill have new answers.

And maybe new beauty.

Wondering where to go now
I guess anywhere.
Maybe i can be someone.

Perfume hiding sent of man
I hide, disgusted
Why cant i be ignorant.

In mere moments,
Sorry!
Seconds,
We may either question, or,
trust in our mind.

Convicted creed,
like that of criminals.

You have made no errors,
And you are just,

You are perfection in a being.

Perhaps.