Decrepid
I watch you spy their futures
Scooping dreams with sillky fingers
Far too frail to dig,
Fear not,
The sweat from my brow will bring us life.
Sustaining and sweet
Care not,
Though you can not see them.
The huming birds sing

HUMING BIRD.
One lovely sunny day  as I was tending my basket of flowers.
a sudden flash of shiny green buzzed by and landed next to
me on the humming bird feeder,
So close was it! I coud almost reach out and touch it.
I stood so still,
and watched it as it drank and often fluttered it almost opaque wings.
Suddenly a burst of wind rustled my hair and the bird took to flight.
Such a wonderful gift of nature, that I was blessed to experience.
Reminding me that summer is coming to a end molding into fall.  
DS
AUGUST 1
2024

Veins full of drought
early cages for my demons,
huming currents blow
through these blackend wrinkles,
cracks of atrophic mud.
A force from above
keeps pushing me your way,
but I’m vividly hiting the ground
like a feather fallen from your wings,
or a chord that can never touch you,
like an ice cube left sober into your last glass,
or a dream you won’t recall,
as your eyes unfold
to ennoble and delight the day…
life, again, never puts me at ease
only teases me about what I’m not…
I’m a contradiction of lines
persistently dying inside,
bleeding out to death
but just for the Joy
that now I know.

my ears are *****
my fingers are *******(   with the purist of intentions   )
there is a bus in the lane next to me
as i come closer and closer
i notice the amsterdamn read lights
and i think to myself
(i wonder how much that bus driver would charge me for a ****)
she looks old and faded
crusty crumbling eye lids
held up by small sticks
made from the bones of huming bird wings
fashoned together by tiny men
in the face of the man in the moon

Look a the eagle digging
His claws into the salmon.
If it was slower
You would notiice
That the tree that
Dies kills the life
That thrivwed on
The unbrella parasite.
The dead kills us.
While we ingnore life saving
The way I see a huming bird three feet away.
Theeres nothing to say ill come again.
To see the world full of noise.
The anthem of love and nature.
Hunts you  down when the unlucky deer.
Feeds the craving I have in winter.
You hate the way we survive.
But after aweekyoue
Achanged antalo9e.
Often the people you love
Forgive ******* lauphs.

The silhouette of your body
Is noticable from across the world.
Your eyes -candy.
Lips -taste of sugar.
The rugged scruff scratching my face
Only burns after the fact.
After.

Chests beating
A thousands times per minute.
Huming birds
Fetching nectar to keep the world alive.

Look at me though.
I want to get lost,
And only with you.
I want to get lost with you
To find you.
To find us.

Back on a page again
Back in my zone
Alone with the pen
And paper favoring
The strokes of a stanza
Hands up and i feel the light
It clense me
From cancerous people telling me
Your nothing but a manufactured felony


Its hell in me
That they tear me apart on days
When your a star
And strike you down
Turn you into a falling star
For what
I didnt deserve a beat down from clowns
Who can just mess around with everyone
I deserve a home and the sounds
Of angels huming tone


But no
What did i do
Hurt you, No?!
Then whats the point of pointing a gun
To me?!
Whats the point saving a bullet for me?!
When i never shot you knee?!
I get it
Its not me
Its for you
Cause this write is a bullet itself to shoot right back at you
A fatel wound
Its real for me
But not for you
So get lost
Fool.....

Hold it
You thought i was finished?
My writes never ends until the paper finish
It isnt
So im gonna let this last thought out
Cause if i dont
Ima fall out
To bullies who think can walk away
From who you put in the trash
Your the trash now
This write will take the trash out
Get out
Good bye
And peace out.