in the distant bodied foggy vision
the people and the chorus couch in fear
or rise to meet the unfairness, or just sit and cry
afraid to rise above greed , the small
man on his knees praying, as the power rises in him
a small seed in one is the beginning
of a large force bringing peace, justice is among us
if I alone seek it. Then may all bring their power to bear.
All dance with the man, on his knees.

i am to a  tangent function  arc of circumference real
the magnitude of the perimeter of my  reflecting rays cut through
the diameter of periodically functioning perimeters the sines
crosses over the ***** into asymptotes horizontally questions
arise what may be the derivative of the product of two less functional
****-ups?
In a piece-wise functional reality might it be weird to ask ?
I fall through the condition no binary operative am I or will allow,
I decipher here, the quantities quality. I coordinate this graph draft it to my reality, cipher the x y
approach thereby a tangent to infinity here now,
then on a point between the average *****, in my defined interval,there is a point where it all is irrelevant

searching the vast darkness for one star to grasp
grasp make it fall to me
so I might hold one  once

Instead of endlessly counting mapping,mapping
calling them names seeing things
in their patterns

Aquarians, Big dippers, lions ,Leos, Scorpios,
Scorpions their tail ready to strike,
lighting the black with
figurines.

Figuring, that there is a pattern in all this meaningless,
meaning contrasts, revealing patterns, I
I only, see. That,
I I need to catch one.

Put it in my jar of hope, like I did with fireflies,
all those years ago and many dark skies,
skies, I scattered to and fro,
naming,

them. as they tried
tried to escape my
insanity.

truth beautiful trees
anything on wings
flowers four leaf
clovers, smiles,
tails wagging all that paints
my happiest
treasures,
All are valuable, priceless,
are really all I need.
All are kept locked with
a strong padlock
here in memory,
forever safely sacred.

Are you all right?

you unanswering sat, beside the window facing west,
the crimson disappearing over that hill, you and my father walked, 50
years, oh so many years ago, rocking back and forth,
a wise thoughtful expression painted by years on an aged face,
wistfully awaiting the exact words the right tense, the perfect time,
to sway, rock back, then turn to me, as the sun disappeared, I  saw on that hill out the window my father waiting.
You smiled, looked at me, grabbed my hand, squeezed it , so tight.
Said yes,
I felt you go to be with Dad.

watery things dropping down my cheeks
a tapped maple tree perhaps am I?
Crying sweet sugar feelings
for someone I don't even know to eat.
I want to feed the future,
be a syrup on hungry children's plates,
be a waffle on the worlds staged dripping,
tears of change, sweet and love, syrupy so lame,
yet emotionally, caring .