(2017)

Bee is such hardworking
To comply the clover,
Reluctant to do in present;
Behold another flower!

Seemering on summer's call  
And all the leaves today,  
Honey is replenished  
Through Gardener's supply.



E.

One footstep at a time
I think I’m getting closer
to where I belong
Is this it?

I just saw the most beautiful garden
Can I stay here?
I know I want to

When people ask me
Why don’t you just pick the flower and go
I said, for what?
It’ll be dead in the next few days

I love this place
I want to see those flowers grow
Stand tall

Little did I know
Turns out the garden is mine
It’s a gift
From above

Freedom and love I sow
as gardner of my own heart.

I weave the rows of footsteps
to dance with self and others.

I weave a blanket like delicate cloud
to send it outward in breath.
Out to the world to end war
separation and greed.

Out so all mankind shifts
into their hearts.

Out so one may be showered
with seeds of love
so new gardens for peace can grow.

I think that I might've been wrong this whole time
and that all my life's been an endless road of false imagery
about myself and the ones surrounding me.

Everyone's sayin' these days:
"just do your thing!"
"be more egotistic!"
"risk it!"
"live a little!"
"give less ***** about what others think!"
"you're on your own!"
"don't get involved in other's lives, as they don't get involved in yours"
and I seem more and more confused,
not getting any of the words they're sayin';
feeling silly all of a sudden...
like I imagine some people in those pictures
or videos where they put a black box over someone's eyes.

I feel like I've been livin' as a small,
odorless flower in a big garden,
all a long waiting for the right gardener
to thin out the seedlings around me and now
I've ended up alone in the most beautiful vase,
in the house of the most gifted perfume creator,
that normally feels every bird ****,
but now feels nothing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zGRQsYZE7U

I smelled
the sweetness
of the flower,
and asked
the gardener, what
Is the name of this
beautiful one?
he says to me
"love
has no
name"

Take away the 
Disease in these branches;
The tares from 
This fertile ground.
Remove the stones
From this heart and 
Plow the earth
Until I am nothing 
But pure, organic soil
Ready for your
Be-fruitful-and-multiply
Seeds.