all dressed up TV news presenters, suited and booted
appear on the flat screen non stop
I appreciate their taking time to get themselves together
to spew out the rolling news
and I sit around naked from morn till night a rolling nakedness
safe within my space
away from prying eyes so quick to make judgement
on this small isle gossip is gleaned in the ears and what they don't know, they make up, the rolling fiction interlaced with non-fiction with waggling busy as Bees tongues.

free within all self imposed sacrifices
with walls to keep the World out
very slowly solitudes beauty
takes over the mind heart and soul

When I was six years old,
my brother slept on the couch.
And sometimes,
I would sleep beside him.

I would creep into the gray night,
and whisper scratchily toward him:
"Clyyyde!"
"Hmm?"
"...Wanna play Download?"

I had picked up the word from some adult,
and had absolutely no idea
what it meant.

But this is how it worked:
I would lay on the floor beside him,
and as soon as I said
in my deepest six-year-old voice,
"DOWNLOAAD!"
we would pretend to dream.

When we 'woke up',
we would have to tell each other about it in detail.
That way, we could have tons of dreams
in one night.

Mine were always lands made out of food.
Because I was fat.

I don't remember his.
Probably 'cause they were stupid.

I'm so glad I still have the chance to play
at least one last time.

Who are we but monsters
  to allow ourselves to become
   what we have become
Devouring electricity at night to
  produce an artificial glow
Light pollution on the grow
Pushing the twinkling of the stars
  out of view
And all we're left with is a dull dark
  greyish blue
We can no longer see the beauty of
  how small we really are
The earth just a pebble compared to
  sun and that sun just a grain of sand
   in the cosmos that reaches farther than
    we can comprehend
And like fools we play the part of god
Toying with the balance of life and death
Deconstructing the grace of innocence
The time of youth being pushed back
Children growing up too fast
Stealing away their finite hours to
   enjoy their toys
And we shackle their dreams and hopes
And allow them to believe our lies
Teach them that cash flow is more important
  than blood flow
That there's nothing wrong with ******
  at times of war
Even though in today's time and age there's
  no sane way to explain what we are
    fighting for
Love should always beat hate... but it doesn't
Compassion should come easier than
  complacency...but it doesn't
Kindness should exceed greed... but it doesn't
Who are we but monsters and fools pretending
  to be gods

Spring is all dressed up in her flowered gown
Upon her leafy green head set's a splendid sun lit crown
Her lips are the brightest cardinal red
Winter seen her coming and hastily fled
Animals wake from their long sleep, waiting on her to see
Her eyes are as deep and blue as the brilliant sea
On her finger's resides diamonds of dew
Spreading through the sky, rainbow hues
She stretches fourth her eager hand
Her green thumb touching every piece of land
As the tears run down her face
Bringing life once more with grace