have you heard the wind
the trees rustle
the wings fly by
the sea roar
watched the mountain
and wonder
sink down
on your knees
knowing this is life
the end the beginning
we are no more
than a bird a mountain a tree a leaf
a wave crash on the shore
a shell
maybe a sunrise
or a moon on the horizon
but nothing more

Like luggage launched hastily,
haphazardly tossed to the ground
Back down
Feet in the air
Stripped of all my glorious hair

There's a fire feeding forks facing each other
upright like they were having a dual,
while two homies are having another
The third was an awkward brother
holding a sharp shaft, pointy at both ends

He poked and prodded at me
looking for a tender spot to push in
The cold metal burned me inside
as I was pierced, I cried
and thought I had died

All three picked me up like a sack
and threw me on the heated rack,
As the fire licked my skin
and burned my flesh,
they took turns turning me
Round and round I went
My goose was cooked
and I felt nothing left inside me at all

I wish I had stayed away from those three
I would never say that mom
didn't try to warn me.

Life should be about traveling and relaxing.  It should be about cold winter nights around a fire with your best friends and warm spring nights in a field with tents and a grill.

Life should be filled with laughter so loud that it interrupts most things, and songs that everyone closes their eyes and sings along with, holding a smile between parted lips and love in their hearts.

Life...big sigh.  Life is so short.  Too short to let go of.  Life should be ripped from your fingernails while dragged across a hardwood floor kicking and screaming; begging not to have it taken away.

Life is lived on by us.  We keep it sacred, and we love it.  We share it with everyone, and everyone who smiles at you throughout your day appreciates and understands that, whether they say so or not.

You're life.  You're love.  You are loved.  Never forget this.  Even me, as angry and as hostile as I am, I love too.  We all do.  And we pass this on to strangers, so they can and they do.  

Remember.  I love you.  Pass it on....

Her name was Beauty
She was all the rage
Flashing and flaunting
Attracting the deranged
Lasting only a moment
Returned to ashes again

© 2017 Jim Davis

I'm done
The words not there
The well is dry
What to do
What to do

Do all know,
the agony of,
the parched soul,
of the time,
of never raining

Where does,
the rain abide,
released by storms,
deluges bringing,
undesired by many

Hope for rain,
dance for rain,
leaping into clouds,
ascending, grasping,
for the rain

Please Lord,
Send a gentle rain,
water for the flowers,
of the soul
Pray for rain
Pray for rain

© 2017 Jim Davis