Chastened
Defiant
Emotion

Forgiving
Gateway

Amidst
Blinded
Chif­fon

To the quiet mind
That roams the street
Full of soul
And oh so meek

For when the noise
Of growth ensconces
Your feet remind you
That every step

Has
Lead
You
Onward.

Thumbs up
                                                                          On the side of the road
Where human connection
Was founded
Soul to soul

But today
Human worth is created
Over a sea of binary

01101100 01101001 01101011 01100101 01110011

Instantly gratified
With the facade of finery.

Stillness
A cocoon of mundanity
Built on concrete
And
The fossils of butterflies past

Driven by Benjamin
The cycle goes
Fermented hopes and dreams
Within a membrane of glass

But on the ground
Is where you'll see
All caterpillars may have the chance
To fly free

Dangling
Above the mouth of Caesar
The fruit of wine
Serves one sole purpose

To sweeten the pallet
And quench the thirst
Of the man who controls
The fate of others

But

The natural cluster
That grapes do grow
Suggests that we're better
Together
And not alone.

**** two birds with one stone
Or so we've been told
To stay grounded, to stay level
To clip the wings of others
So we won't be alone

Imagine though
If all birds were allowed to fly
How beautiful the sky would be.

The concrete walls
Stifle the longing gaze
Of connection, of love

Heavy eyes
Tender heart

Where the rhythm of the world
No longer fills the air
But reduced to binary
Time and need

Heavy eyes
Tender heart

But a breath of fresh air
Is all that you need
To start wishing, wondering
And imagining again.

The leaf floats down
Landing on the table top

Where the pen strikes
Carrying on its fleeting surface
A palaver
That drifts from mind to line

Each word bears a burden
A responsibility
To ensure that each petal
Does not wither in vain

The leaf floats down
Landing on your table top.

The waves hit the shore, in constant chorus
Where the salt and water swirl in concert

Sleep, provides a temporary solace
When life leaves no place to hide

A flower is but a bud
Without the rain

A picture
Is nothing without a frame

And
Until I met the girl
Who made me a man

Love truly
Had no name.