Values cave when built upon the riches
of a dead man, whose soul was fed by the hands of greed.
Life is an accelerator
But I hate her She trips on words And works my nerves Life pushes me away from you Begged her not to Indeed I lost To sting the wasp Life yelped in rhetorical ways Pocket of space When questions soar In masking roars Life cried herself to sleep last night Polluting sight As stars dim out With clouds of doubt.
To grow my garden slow
To health and digs be known That in a soil throne Will be a deeper love to grow, While taking chances Hands will dance And spring from the ground of romance.
Oh the joys of Spring
Swinging from her singing moon Cast her eyes to meet
Treasure is a current
Strong and full of richness Atop lush foundations Peak monumental formations To dig up treasure Is to fuel the planet with toxic waste, And then call it “wealth.” Gold mines dig deeper holes While silver tongues manifest poetic roles A current indeed! We treasure an illusion We call it a seed Yet it functions just like a basic need Truth protests, like an invasive **** But riches sweep away truth’s plea Hacking at the roots of transparency.