#fertilize
I am the gushing river's intent,
Somersaulting waterfall's
still moment, just before
it's touch down on the ground.
Blowing wind's sweet desire,
in it's core to carry pollen on and fertilize.
The upward ****** of the wave,
to touch the crust before the fall.
The lovers' cliff hanger moment
before the lips touch and
meld together in the first kiss.
The seed's yearning am I,
to break the crust and come out
to find a place in the sun
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
Love is a luxury
Yet no one can label it
Some have a lack of love
The land in their heart unfertilized
No fruits to be produced
I must admit
We could use a little unconditional love
Let the land be fertilized
Fruits of peace
Fruits of patience
Fruits of joy, kindness, gentleness
Oh, the feeling of goodness
Yes, it is a luxury
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC
Be fruitful dear branch.
A seed spread to fertilize.
Futures for the Tree.
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 3:15 PM UTC
Base to Major Tom…
all around me now is sound, it seems
only yesterday, in dreams,
this keeps happening,
we keep thinking eventually finality
drops the curtain, and we become
our own selves… found in our hardened parts,
as when one knows the riddles all come
with one right answer, or the riddle is not fair.
Ezekial 17, comes to my mind,
because I happen to live in chapparel,
of the sort they have south of Lebanon…
mentioned in the riddle.
Who ignores the money side of things…
you know,
the business of being creative distributors,
agents allowing the artist
to premature.
It's your show, kid,
this is all you wished for, make it last.
Jul 15, 2024
Jul 15, 2024 at 8:47 PM UTC