they thought they caught blood on my hands
but really it was just jelly.

~~
tall grass
ticks crawl
deep ponds
leeches lurk
high mountain
breath tighten
wet mud
sock dampens
clear sky
clouds wander
~~

in soft nature
the beast resides.

My heart drives me.
My soul guides me.
My mind transmits me-
I am happy.

I have traversed the sailor's swirled depths to walk on water to the land across those seas.

I have gone through darkest tunnel to bask in light.

Trekked through valley and mountain- to hills beyond.

I am an eternal student, a teacher in that own right.

Follow, and I shall lead-
Lead, and I could follow.

I have made peace in hell and fought with love for all brothers and sisters throughout.

And chances are, I will have to traverse the cycle again.
Losing and gaining and keeping and welcoming people throughout;
my heart carries all them inside and
my soul is built from broken pieces of time that
my mind makes lasting stone cloud-castles
out of that dust of ephermal sand.



Once I reach the end of this, that is when the true poetry will begin;
I believe it so.

the firefly
and butterwings'
fluttering
attraction
hold the moment
before our lips
pull to eachother
in innocent
amorous heat.

the moon
casts
a brilliant
white mirror
of sunrise
splendor.
cold morning,
sobering deep
blues, and
with treats
of cotton candy
horizons.

the dead body
lays still
as flies
assault its
impenetrable
tranquility.