Unappreciated; Disregarded,
But never found alone,
As that is her nature,
To be surrounded with friends.
Closeness; Togetherness.

Green she is,
Health; Prosperity,
Is what she stands for,
Seen in the brightest day,
Felt in even the darkest night.

Always down to earth,
For that; I adore you.

Little grass,
Don't stop growing,
Meeting you as a child,
And more when I fell down,
Still when I seek tranquility.

When at the risk of withering;
Or the surge of a flood;
Even of the blazing fire,
A thousand might harm,
Thousand more might belittle you.

I will shield you.
And that; I owe you.


-HIY

The mouth of a flower opens-
two lips part, shouting to the sun
to swallow the fields

So light pours over, and
floods out the shadows
and the wind blows
waves of green

the tree is rooted, unmoved
by the tornado of day, which
swirls into the leaves

and folds the twigs of branches
together, clasping like fingers
as if to thank the sky for
all the movement it brings.

By Arcassin Burnham


Having rough days as my life will receive them in a cold world without a dream,
let me draw a bath,
Like the kid that was the rose that never got to bloom or breath the poison air in
his lungs while stuck up your grass,
Is life worth living just enough to settle?
the cash increases and we know we are in trouble,
problems come and go , just have faith and let it pass.

Is there a light at the end of something we don't know exist?
when your at the bottom struggling , that'd be too hard to miss,
looking at yourself in the mirror , like what the **** is this?
Don't have time for any lectures that the teachers will give,
family members casting out children,
and all these companies make millions,
off all ya'll pain and suffering,
like the homeless sleeping under pavilions,
looking for jobs for the summer,
Is your luck bad? so you wondered,
carrying some feelings down under.


Having rough days as my life will receive them in a cold world without a dream,
let me draw a bath,
Like the kid that was the rose that never got to bloom or breath the poison air in
his lungs while stuck up your grass,
Is life worth living just enough to settle?
the cash increases and we know we are in trouble,
problems come and go , just have faith and let it pass.

How to break an addiction. Decide to live.
What can I learn from my pain. Danger.
And friends are merely friendly, live on independent
of your injury. You will not be missed in church on Sunday.

Grass. ****, broccoli, burrito, stink, ***, skunk.
I'm talking blue grama, upland bent, smooth brome,
riverside panic, wild rye, fowl meadow, spike muhly,
sweet vernal, salt marsh, bristly foxtail, little bluestem.

****** is unhealthy, opens lesions in the brain,
wormholes into hell, yet should be legal. I'll vote that way.
It may ease the pathos into non-existence
well as meditation, bird watching, last will and testament.

Each joint hurts, rib joints, spine joints, skull plate joints.
The head and hip and heart will hurt, all three.
Insomniac I like the way bones crack and clack like
wooden wind chimes, an untuned piano, a tree rack of wornout
      shoes.

Never forget, the mind is the body paying attention
to what it's doing. Without that connection, each finger bent
or toe smashed is just added to the collection
of anonymous body parts of holocaust victims

in their mass graves. Better when every life saved
or lost is a front page story, an illusion of shared
sacrifice or joy, but that expresses only the surface
of our emotions. I'm mostly relieved to have survived.

Your heart was like
an open fire...

Burning me with its
need of warmth..

Then I urinated
on it...

Just to see you
reek of
      smouldering
contentment...

I was the flame,
but you needed
more wood to stoke
in your fires..

Here's some matches,
light the doused cinders
the wood will not burn
the same....

I seeked yonder for the grass I thought was much greener.
What was unbeknown to me, was I would fall into tragedy.
For the grass was not green there, it was pitch black and bare.
Through the depths of hell, I now dwell.
Can someone save me from this deep, dark well?

Fresh blades of grass brush
Along my bare feet as I
Glide through the front yard.

House party
Heart attack

I need some ******* air

Alright, (gasp)

Card game over breakfast
Solitaire

Unsure of what to choose
In regards to the near future
Grin and bear it
For the kids, I guess
The whatever friends I somehow amass

Hit the road
No point in checking
My reflection
Too undecided

Preheat the oven
Getting baked

Sky's gray
The way I like it
Half a smile earned

Turn a corner and regret it
Feelings are too sensitive
In that
They get shattered
And splinter up my gut

**** it

Whatever

Half way inside
Biding my time
Leather jacket
Smells like grass
Fresh cut cut-ups get drowsy

I'm barely sentient myself
Don't think about hell itself
Not that much thought crossed
That welcome mat

Laugh along
All a death tome
Singing dead songs
Getting high on
One human or another

Smoking me out

Of the house

Sky is dark now
Just how I like it
Another half smile

Looking past
I see the lights
Same lights blinding some other guy
Somewhere the sky isn't so perfect

Here, the lights blinding me
Are all around
Clowns, the lot of them
annoying....

So glad i made it
So glad to see
You didn't die inside your house
And could show up to my party
To validate me
I'd sooner berate you and your
Guest

Ugh

How you can live live
So depressive
Then bounce back with
Idiots
Crowding up the place

Beyond me

Anyway
Stopped by to drag doubt
Through the place
And show my face

To much disappointment
I guess I expected
As much