Torn Curtains.

Jagged edges of my soul immersed inside of a place where the sun never seems to shine
As though I am embroiled inside of a cocoon with sawed off edges

And it is I that wails away here inside of dusted covers of what might have been.

jo.

The Rain.

I am here standing in the rain watching as my valley of heartaches disappear out there among the mountains that stand in silent defiance of all that I am.

And the very voice of the mountain is ignoring me as  here I stand in silent agony as the rain now insists on wiping these tears of mine all away,

But deep down here inside of all stilled wisdom, doves dressed in white petticoats nose dive as to tell me that I am next.

jo.

The Pathway.

Scorched by the heat

Warmed by the sun

Shadows lie blistered away from auld  lang syne,

But I must continue my journey before darkness breaks out
there above the horizons edge.

I start to stumble but am yanked up by a force to be reckoned with

But this is now so untrue

For here I am

Back home just sitting here withering away from this mid day heat.

jo

Mountain Meadows.

I come here on tethered strings

And my heart knows right off where I am

For once I was here lost like and so all alone

But now the gates lie wide open beckoning  me home.

jo.

Keeper Of The Wind.

Who goes there says I out loud

But there came no answer to my silly question

But the wind kept rattling itself outside and came in through each smallest crack

And I stood there so silently thinking who was it that just moaned
And out it came

A vapor that stunk of rotted old cheese

And I slumped over myself for I could not stand being consumed by this over offensive odor

And I grew ever so queasy inside of the deepest part of me

And it growled out at me that nasty oldest thing that now grew ever so tall in front of me

And he snickered out loud
and said in the gruffest voice

I am the master of the wind

The oldest survivor of all things

And you are now of me

And I was hurled forward deep within that humanless being until I was never more.

jo.

If money grew on trees
And everything was free
What then

And on and on this one goes

And now we as humans no longer have to work for a living for there is no longer the need for any income to help support who we all are

And so,

The air that we now breathe has been transformed into a way of life to the point that it now gives to us all things we need on a day to day basis

Such as
We no longer need to eat for the air that we breathe gives us our daily nourishment

There are no longer need for stores that we all once came to shop in and at for our food and clothes
For at days end we hang our clothes inside a cubicle to be returned to us brand new whenever the need arises.

No work gives to all of us more time to spend with friends and family

And another thing in life is no longer needed
And this is the need to sleep

The air gives back to us all that sleep once did
And so there is no longer the need for beds or bedrooms unless it is your desire to still have them.

All automobiles run on air and no need to worry about tires wearing out because the greening of our lands act out on road surfaces and generates back into your tires all that they will ever need.

Another major change that has taken over is that our homes that once relied on all ways to heat and cool
Have been taken over by underground type springs that offer you the cooling needed in hot weather

And the heating in cold weather due to the fact that in the season of lets say summer
The heated air is stored inside of unlimited chambers kept there until called upon by the changing of the seasons giving you always the perfect in door temperature.

Crime of any kind has been eradicated by the air itself and before it would even come into being,You would be vaporized.

And so inside this place called if

There is only one thing that shall come to ruin this place so given to us
And that one thing is just this

The privacy of the human mind is no longer

Anyone can hear your thoughts
And with nothing but time on your hands
Whats next.

jo.