For you, on whose
Oil painted skin the stars did sleep
For you again,
Who wept, wept in vain

I’d tie a butterfly to the unwavering sky
If only as a frail worm to
lure the fish
But did we not swear to leave the winged
alone?

Yet, there they are
Causing a reckless havoc
Trying to tear open the blue
And I’d shoot them down
But the ground is ours you see

Wounded and bleeding
The dying, as a fish, squirms
A broken spear pinning him in place

And I will keep on burning this dirt
To bricks
One betrothed to other
With cement,
Your own strange creation
The one you pour out your flutes
And pluck out them strings
Like fresh born weeds
dried and crushed

Songs upon songs
We set free up the yonder

But here is a bubble that will not be butchered
Like our sacrificial blooms
Ripened and fat,
This untouched pomegranate
Ravages itself

Long did our labor weave tales out ruin
To build us a shell
Within which we now reside

Unhatched

How do we do? It is pretty
A sight
The sky chokes on dirt and dirt
Drowns in the blue
Time, a trapped moth, flutters about
It collides around in its blind frenzy
And will not settle

I keep on
Painting our dry clouds
Birds still peck at gleaming stars
And you
You live, live in vain

western desert dream
cicadas sing from parched trees
under cool nightshade

Your words
hit  my brain
like a ten ton lorry
too big
too sure
too clever
for me
to ever
ever
be brave enough
to
ask you
to
explain

If I was a song?
I will be the melody always in key.
Singing about the joy, hurt that love does bring.

If I was a tune?
My story would be told.
What truth might be exposed?
Just depend upon my mood.

Yes, if I was a song?
Yes, If I was a song?
It would be all about you.
And the love I feel inside for you.

It would be arranged that instantly you knew I wrote it.
Just by the words written that I over time have spoken them.

I never knew
something as simple as
walking next to someone
would make me feel
as if my heart is overflowing
with the light of
all the stars in the universe
until I met you.

Mother Nature’s wind
Passing freely with power
No rhyme or reason

Various seasons
Multiple temperatures
Only she decides

North, south, east and west
All amidst her control too
From the ground to sky

What lays deep below
Or what floats deep above
Confines her power

However her love
Cannot be prevented ever
For her actions just

Normally the cost
From her violent outbreaks
Is a cause from us


Our own decisions
Leading to neglect and harm
From lack of respect

We take this calm earth
For granted like it’s deserved
Versus a blessing

But we should all know
It can and will get way worse  
.Instead of better

When we don’t listen
To her many calls and signs
Then what to expect

An environment
Feeling abused by its host
What undeserved love

Mother Nature is
Far more deserving of more
From each one of us

Together we can
Individually we can
Every bit helps