Are the “Things” that we have,
The “Things” we really need?
Are the “Things” that we want,
Out of necessity or greed?

“Things” are all the items
We are told that we must get,
Putting the naive misguided people
Deeper and deeper into debt

Told to us by big corporations
With their lying alluring ads
By a greedy society’s self-indulgence
Falling for the falseness
And ridicules new fads

THINGS,THINGS…. THINGS
And more “Things”
New houses, stylish clothes
Nice cars and diamond rings.

How many “Things”
Does a person have to obtain
Before they finally realize
They are just greedy selfish and vain

That is why I keep my “Things”
Few and far between
Because the ugliness of always wanting
To me is clearly seen

My humble life is packed
With everything that I really need
And I am free of all the want
Vanity and greed

My heart and soul are full
With Love, and the happiness it brings
Because I finally realized
The best “THINGS” in life
Aren’t  material “Things”

Torn from your life
Like a **** from a garden
Not caring of my feelings
Or even asking my pardon

Mindlessly dislodged
And left to wither and die
Not even given the chance
To tell you goodbye

My love no longer worthy
My caring no longer wanted
And the pain that I feel
I will forever be haunted

But I hold tight to my resolve
And hold my head high
As I choke down the tears
And refuse now to cry

I know in my heart
Even after I’m gone
My love for you still
Forever lives on

It lives in the soil
Where my roots still remain
Tattered and torn
But alive just the same

So like a **** in garden
It will grow once again
In the same exact spot
Where once I had been

It will grow strong and proud
Replenished and new
With kindness and caring
To give only to you

To watch over and protect you
And give you its love
As I painfully watch you
From the heavens above

If only I were a flower
Succulent and ornate,
Maybe I would not have had
To suffer this fate

Winter came
As night stood still
Bringing with it
A bitter chill

Limbs stripped naked
Of summers soft green
By autumn winds
Strong and mean

In pale meadow grasses
Life does creep
Preparing for
A winter’s sleep.

Solstice moon rises
In a dark starry sky
As the final autumn day
Blows silently by

Burning embers flicker like fireflies
Aimlessly buzzing the night skies

Beautiful hands of flame
Reach out to caress all that is within reach
Intimately embracing tree and shrub
With molten hot arms

Kissing flowers and licking grass
With its searing tongue and fiery lips
As it breathes its scorching breath
Of loneliness and desire
Into the noxious smoke filled air

Charred remains
Are left smoldering and lifeless
In the wake of a ravenous appetite
For passion and closeness
That it can never feel

But greedily engulfing and devouring
Everything in its desire to be held close
Until it has consumed everything
Including the life giving air needed to sustain it

Reducing it to a single starving flame
That is finally put out of its misery
By a merciful last breath
Of a dying wind

How am I
To live a meaningful life
In a world full of misery
Inhumanity and strife

To dodge all the pitfalls
That lead us all to sin
Knowing good and well
It’s a battle we’ll never win

How am I
To be able to cope
In a society full racism
And a world who’s lost hope

To be reassured of a future
Where mankind still has a place
On this planet we have treated
With devastation and disgrace

How am I
To teach my children to cope
To surpass my expectations
Is there even still hope?

Will they be left with a planet
***** and poisoned beyond repair
A wasteland of religious hatred
Do we even really care?

How are “WE”
As a species expect to survive
If we all continue with the mind set
That only “MY” race and religion
Deserve to be alive.

This day is alive
With wondrous sound
Call’s of god’s creations
On the air is abound

Filling my ears
With its beautiful sound
My spirit takes flight
And soon leaves the ground

A tear in my eye
As I breathe it all in
Life’s wonderful magic
Fills my heart once again

I soar through the clouds
On summers soft breeze
Flying high overtop
The tallest of trees

Free of the falseness
Of mortal man’s goals
That later consumes
Their tired lost souls

I no longer am burdened
And have not a care
For now that I fly
Through heavens pure air