green, the water is blue
and green and cold
(the moon into blood)
freezes
me
(the sun shall be turned to darkness)
tangles
inward lethargy that will not melt again
but i do not know

the sun shall be turned to darkness
and the moon into blood
before that great and terrible day of the lord

catharsis is not melting or boiling or freezing but it is
unfolding.
an inward lethargy that cannot melt or boil or freeze
catharsis is not melting or boiling or freezing but it is
(before that great and terrible day of the lord)

chewing half moons and cherry pie
don't tell me what you think because i don't care!
algebra one, two, three, algebra counting on my fingers
chewing half moons and cherry pie
too much for me to give up
too much for me to give up
give up my body and my soul. too much for me to lose
it's windy here, chewing half moons and
best
cherry pie
not worried about convention, comprehension, convention,
swallow lemonade
swallow me up
swallow half moons and cherry pie

Winds howling on dark ice,
Her wings flutter across the aquamarine sky,
Icebergs and hailstorms are her feathers,
Blizzards rage for eons till the nether.

You are my ocean,
Full of life and patience,
From all the fishes in the sea,
You are the one that feeds me.

You are my mountain,
Sturdier than any craven,
From above you watched over me,
Keeping me safe from my killing spree.

You are my sky,
Your vast kindness covers the azure high,
Soaring through the air with your white wings,
Healing and nurturing every of my being.

You are my inferno,
Your voice gives me courage for the morrow,
Burning passion fills your eyes,
Chasing after your dreams for miles.

You are my friend,
Always by my side till the end,
I won't like to see you alone,
So lets bump fists our friendship do regrow.

a river fish filled
between snow capped
summits.  Brown bear
stares.

solitary salmon
travelled to respawn,
across an  open ocean
nearly there now.

and once the task
completed?
time to lie down
dead.

----------------------------------------------

a history of people passed.

face shapes long gone,
drawn by memory's gravity apparently once close
now so far away.

-----------------------------------------
the sunlight slumped
on square shoulders.
Ever the Adonis
testament to a love
unlike any other

-------———-----——-----——

From morn are at work the grass cutters
Clearing the weeds to make way for men
In the wind I catch their mumbled chatters
Of lives deemed wasted in no gain.

*Had my parents had enough money
I would not have been here cutting grass
But worked at some big company
Earn enough to live with full purse.

But you know I can’t blame them
They had to spend last bit on food
Fended for years gave me a name
Saw that I grew up to manhood.

As soon was born some sense in me
The feel to realize my debt
I searched for way to earn some money
And here I am with my fate.

But now I know must do my best
In the hope that only matters
To see his life doesn’t go waste
My son becomes never a grass cutter.