Dragonfly
Wished to
Be firefly
Butterfly
Prayed
To be
Dragonfly
All the while
Firefly
Continued
To show off
Her glow
In the dark
And be a
Light
In the night.

Just meandering, dear.
A day in the life of a
Mere man. A can of grief in his hand.
Smoke clouds above billowing.
Hopes tapered down into small
Twigs by time.
And noticing,
The sun rises quite the same.
Just as bright from the east still.
Blue drapes still paint the beyond
As they have always.
And the black nights are still speckled in glitter.
Yet time itself seems to have gone racing right past our feeble slow
Old wrinkled perception.
And before you draw from the pipe it's tomorrow. Again.
Barely time left to remember.
To draw upon all you learned
Who you loved and those who are gone.
It's a bitter bright yellow sunrise today.
And it's all done gone in its glory
In my last
heartbeat.

Tickle me pink and,
Paint me in orange, I
Want warm colors,
While I laugh out the storm I,
Want to roll down green hills,
And bathe in brown dust and,
Cry neon-yellow, if I want to,
Well I will, just

Let's swim in the blue,
And stare up at the grey,
Watercolor the town red,
For another purple day.

Without our consent we're taken from our calm world,
A slap, then a cry, and into this chaos we're hurled;
The ensuing bedlam is referred to as Life,
I wish I'd been forewarned of the misery and strife,
I'd have said "No thank you, I prefer to remain
An inconsequential atom in a calmer domain!"

Beautiful black girls
With their fuzzie hair
Arms in abundance
Rich golden words
Oh how they give
Speaking of mandkind
Let me dance with you
Our knees pat and beat
Fingers tough together
Then the music speaks.

We know so we go and
we do what we knew
and we, as in you and me
go on.
but we're all
just plodding before nodding
off.