round a
corner
through
the dark of a forest's canopy
almost to the edge
of the boundary
you'll see it
at the turn of the river
it sets a glow
a turn of eye
you can't miss
follow
the sunburst in
the clouded sky
it will show you
where
fairies and urchins dwell
in peace
and tiny things good grow
gonna take  over the earth one day
this small place will
and make the world glow

I gotta
say a few things
before I go
to sleep

I gots this urge
you know
this welling up
inside me

I wish I could hug everyone
every soul every ****** one of you
I want to kiss  
a few

I just don't have time

the fallow field looms on
as the sky draws nigh dark
forlorn
fuzzy seeds from dandelions
grow high on the breeze
furrows run straight on over the slight rise
of the mid hill
on the eastern side
all seems peaceful
and the moon speaks his misty taunt
over the dark silhouettes
of evergreens
planted years ago to break
the wind
all is  calm
I feel farrowed forlorn
watching
I feel silhouetted


on a horizon
on the eastern side
on top the slight rise
following the furrows

I walk on

Red
Yellow
Black
The colors of a monarch
When it is not weighed down
By cold wet sand
Its wings were wet and broken
Useless
So it lay motionless
Lifeless
Under the dull sky
It tried to fly
Only to be carried by the wind
A moment of hope
Before it was thrown down
Into the unforgiving sand
It should have died
Marcisouly it was still alive
I picked it up
It was so weak that it went into my hand
And stayed there
For it was to broken to fly
I carried it off the beach
And built it a house of shells
That will most likely be its grave
Red
Yellow
Black
The colors of a butterfly
When it is not caked with sand
When the beauty is not broken
When it is flying high
Instead of being batted down
By the wind

I took a stroll with the Queen of the stars
We discussed things that define who we are
Like our place in the grand program of life
This knowledge a curse we both share in strife

Genius of the time; existential insanity
One in the same if you were to ask me
Her smile lets it be, calm and honest
All that is ends, even the flawless

But her beauty remains radiant and immense
A nova of great curiosity and sense
Try to define, it could never be art
There does not exist such questions for heart

Her presence unexpected as the cosmic
Her impression a constant just as chronic
She lives spontaneous as existence itself
Her conscious bares no resistance for self

An afternoon passes as fleeting a moment
The system demands we keep our movement
I hope her orbit swings back around here
Even if it takes yet another year

Her favorite dress
hangs in her closet.
Just like her head
hangs to watch the floor.
The dress sparkles, and
her eyes used to shine
just as bright.
She no longer wears it
in fear that you’ll
be looking up or down it.
She’ll be taken advantage of
one more time
before she says
her final goodbyes.