.
Robins spike the lawns,
Pulling from moist earth,
Bobbing and rigging oil
Skinned worms topside
And butterflies hovering,
Round eddies over flowers
On a windless day, sailing
In search of colourful spots
On which to land, sparrows
Are nesting above the fray,
Winging with fresh supplies
Building bases about twigs,
Tufts and twine, canvassing
The nailed on house shelters
Left for them, finches, yellow
Headed come in, cheerfully
Raiding the red apple buds
Before trees are even laden
And flowers are out in force
As the rapacious humming
Birds thrusting their rapiers,
Lash all the hearts blooming.

A life form resembling our trees ,  filled with talismans , hanging precariously from an orchard as far as the human eye can see ! Dreams ? Brilliant gold colored entities ? Memories ? Silver comets , red orbs cast across the Universe ! Deep blue seas , chartreuse skies , mahogany colored diamond encrusted firmament with two bright red satellites ! Violet Dawns and lavender sunsets ! Bipedal winged , reptilian type inhabitants with vastly superior intellect , well above what we could ever possibly conceive ! The bastardization of human beings from first contact , low grade semi -intelligent life forms with very little to offer ! The equivalent of Apollo astronauts dumping out a bag of moon rocks ...Conversation with a cockroach ...Collected , analyzed , sent back to Earth post haste , tucked away in an alien file cabinet ! Uneventful . Refocused ..Yawning....Earth ! Enchanted ! Amazed ! Stupefied ...

Violent storms a-brew
The cardinal sings it's somber tune
As the air swerves around in the circling sky
Meets gods demand for winds to blow high.....
Trees Bend and twist at its might
For animals fear the destructive sights
Their homes are perplexed by the winds blithe
Watch it howl as white caps built high
Waves that wash over the shores
With wind pound the beach ever so kind....
Wind that flows on my skin
Giving me chill bumps I could not comprehend
I put on clothes to shield its chills
That ever caress my broken battered bones
Push me away from this somber tune
Did the wind do just before high noon.......

what am doing?

my strength is my coolness

hope I lost my power

am getting anger like a bullet train

applying brakes is a tedious job

and unfortunately I lack disc brakes.

am somehow not able to digest humiliation

not sure if am doing it right

but, definitely hurting quite a few.

a change which is undesirable

that's not me but, am transforming the way

I never want to