She was doing
intricate footwork on her figure
skates behind bars.

Her whole
audience had their
eyes closed.

She conducted their
hearts with her hands.

Her hair flew
like music notes as
she did an axel.

Her figure skates
were like violins.

Her blades were
like the bow.

A lullaby sleep
walked on her tongue.

Her layback spin
was like a tuba scratching
roses into the ice.

Her spiral sailed
through the rink
like a guitar.

She gave you
a feeling like her program
was never ending.

raindrops of stars
asked the sun what
it was laughing about.

The sun says
nah you’ll think it’s
way too ridiculous.

If I told you
the impossibility of it
would possess you.

You’d never
see me in the same
light again.

Oh just tell them
before you spit out the
ocean from laughing.

The stars surrounded
the sun so close.

The sun began
to say the giraffe walks
In the woods everyday.

If you look
close enough you’ll see
that she is wearing
cowboy boots.

If you look long
enough you’ll see
they’re slithering
up her ankles.

She knocks
down trees like
they’re domino’s.

Her heart is like
a jellyfish trying to escape as
she looks all around.

She does not
know about me but she’s
trying not to be found.

They lost their
crowns and
became just pins.

Kindness
was a house.

Knitted by
knowing you.

It was made
of sticky notes.

Encouragement
aching for actions.

Friendship
is the fuel.

Hearts only
in its windows.

Looks didn’t
really matter.

A firm foundation
invisible.

Gates of wisdom
walk to it.

Depression
laughed at it.

Gossip galloped
away from it.

The golden rule
knew better.

We can't know them
By their religion.
Too much hypocrisy.

We can't know them
By politics.  
It's ever-changing... or not.

We can't know them
By country.
Zillions emigrate and immigrate.

We can't know them
By their clothes.
Emperor or not.

We can't know them
By their words.
Too many equivicators.

We can't know them
By their jobs.
At home or away.

We can't know them
By their family.
Nuclear or extended.

We can't know them
By their deeds.
They say one thing, and do another.

But look to  the roadside.
In the ditches.
By the curb.
In the bins.

Ye shall know them by their garbage.

The omnipotent
Doesn’t lead seminars.
The Universe is real.
Believe.

one life
but what a life

life
myriad

self aware
mystery

in relation
complexity

unaware
robotic automation