The pure droplets of heaven are touching the earth Taking an essence of the soil Mildly and vividly. The small plants starts saltation In a felicitous way The husbandman is fortunate For its orchard. The birds starts seeking for a new place Desperately and instantly. For them, And for their new borns.
Razor on the bathroom sink and the smell of pine and aftershave Calloused hands Dirt fingernails You packed and formed the soil like clay Like paint You were an artist, silent in the morning Coffee before work One beer after One beer after and a warm dinner she made Pine and aftershave on the stairs on the carpet on the carpet on the stairs Lean in Lean in, kids Lean in and I’ll tell you about them You said, You are an artist, Silent and coffee in the morning Loud and beer on the stairs, on the carpet in the afternoon Leather seat Newspaper dogear Brewers turned on In the leather seat, ‘Turn it up, They’re winning!’ They’re winning They’re winning Screen porch Wooden door Screen porch through the wooden door Sitting Bumblebee Boompa Bumblee Boomps In the garden On the sink In the kitchen On the stairs In the living room On the porch You are an artist Silent in the morning Loud Loud Loud in the afternoon and winning
we're hungry and we've come to collect don't mind what's yours, mind what could be yours; there's such a thing as "too sweet", and i don't think i can stomach it anymore; don't plant seeds in my lawn and call it your garden, i make my own peace with what i grow. You call it a catastrophe the way the world is always raining down on us, i tell you to learn how to handle the blows.
We aren't crazy, just out of our heads a little our bones aren't broken, just a bit brittle I know you want to hold the world down with me, we might even find a way to do it but don't close doors on the things you've seen I know you want this to be evergreen; but nobody with clean hands has ever learned anything about tending to their own soil.
It’s in my soil that maybe only a patch of mundane dust. But the water within it must not come close to tear or else no rock from space will hit the one and only finest cut the polished earth. But it can no longer hold onto its lubricating drop of water at its very heart. Losing it to some one’s harrowing cry!
I am not as innocent as I look I have craters in my bones my blood flows too quickly and my heart is full of black dirt but this soil is good for planting so I told myself I'll be a garden I tell myself it matters, when it really, really doesn't the black soil slips her fingers under my skin and cradles my skull to her chest we are flying, she says, but it feels more like falling; she is bottomless and I want to reach new depths.
Fire, Water and Air the main elements of earth I told him that he is my world He is the soil where I planted my love and I hoped he would Water the garden I made for him He is the Fire that keeps me warm to the core and It only got warmer when he touched me I prayed to the Lord to never take my love for then The Air that I breathe would be taken away from me