The birds chirping outside my window
Their song is so beautiful in the early morning twilight
Their hungry chicks are waking in their nests
And my mind is in need of rest

The sun has barely risen
But the sky holds a hint of blue
And the rain looks cold as it showers down
Onto grass leaving morning dew

Hours ago my mind was still active
As much as it is now hours after
I'll try to sleep soon
And tomorrow I'll wake in the afternoon
But my dreams will be filled with laughter

you glazed bricks blue
at Ishtar Gate,
deep seas where
lion, bull and dragon dwell

you are featured on
the gold funeral mask of Tut,
adorning his brow line
in deep eternal hues.

your name is summoned
several times
in the Epic of Gilgamesh,
the oldest known piece of literature
known to exist.

your mere
consonance
of L's
and slant
assonances:

eleven tongues licking all my holes.

Morning finds the wind beating softly
                           against the rising sun.
Wraps my scarf around my neck
                       as I watch the squirrels
dancing on the hydro lines.
They do not feel me watching them.
The spinning shade hides my presence.
My thoughts have finally reached
                   decisions of withdrawal.
The forgotten distance everyone
will become is some sort of comfort
              as I stretch my arms towards
              the infinite eye of surrender.
Nothing changes in an atmosphere
                 of constant repercussions.
Just like the hiding moon,
                  all of the doors are both
                              open and closed.
I will only state my point of view
          to the hollow shadows that
speckle like underwear wrapped
             too tight against the body.
Somewhere a siren is wasting time
               blasting its noise against
            the heat of the rising day.
Inside my ears I also hear
the angry words of so many
                        different tongues.
It is a struggle to keep
my composure, for I want
         to scream my anger back
                                      at them.
But this would be useless gestures
of compliance. It would be
giving in when I already have
            decided to give up instead.
Even the sky seems to walk
                              away from me.

Put your phone in the charger outlet
and sit the hell down
We're going to learn today
No ******* around
We're retiring out brains from turning into vaporized mush by staying glued to a screen
Put it down, look up
You're missing a ton of beauty here

My grandfather stayed with his friends parents during the Great Depression
And he was terrified to death that his parents would never come back when they left
And he worked multiple jobs as he grew up, just to make ends meet
And now I sit here eighty years later needing another job because I can't survive off of one job
And worried sick about my parents being safe and making it
We're the best country in the world but we have a horrible way with developing and giving people a chance at a decent life.
Even the best country in the world has its flaws

If you ask just what I need
That term is subjective if you know what to read
You won't hear me beg or plead
I'm not some puppet by a guide to read
I need your eyes on me
To keep me out of trouble
To anayzle and tell me what I'm doing wrong
That's what friends are for.