Wrapped in plastic
Capped in brass
All it takes is a tap
To hear my blast

My mind eye
Like a shotgun’s spread
Wide, and devastating
My ***** like buckshot
Steel.

No words are left
To explain how I feel
But I do know this
That I will not yield
I will not kneel

I know not why I started fighting
But I know why I keep fighting

I may not be precise
I may not be new
I am of not the chosen few
But I can pay what is due
in the end my might will show through

Lost in the grain
without the sun and moon,
just the darkness and gloom
chilled to the bone in the rain

Without direction
No plans, no desires
just a heart and worn advice
I sit in solemn reflection

If it has not always been this way
Can I walk out the way I came in?
I don't know

I'll wait till the grain drys
and my thoughts are ready for harvest

While((myYearsLeft.size())!=0){
        byYourSide=true;
        myLove++;
        }

You may work hard,
keeping your head down.
You may keep your hand up
and mind open.
You may be friendly or introverted.

You are free to your virtues and vices
To do what makes you happy,
and spend time with any and everyone.

but never attach yourself to anyone.
That's the only Rule.

If you do, they'll all leave you,
and take with them all you had.

Lives among us never change
the story remains the same
times don't change
and most importantly neither do we

Men come of boys
rebel against their fathers
love their mothers
and hate the world they've just inherited

Women come of girls
grow apart from their shame
and blossom complete and true
ready to tend a world loved by few

Sacrifices made
are for none
are for one another
and for themselves.

Risks are taken
rules are breakn'
Smiles of ours faken

We grow to love the lost
And regret
never realizing
how good we had it

until it

like life

is gone.

I, the bird, to this marine world
looked back up at the bastion of mine
from a new perspective.
The brass propellers,
the ‘streamlined’ shape of the beast,
seemed insignificant, to the beasts of God below.

I insignificant,
out of place,
in a way that awed a part of me
A vortex of swelling frigidity replaced the air of my world,
I spit out the tube
lurched back to my reality

My scape.
I saw the bright yellow
pale blue, above,
and a squadron of orange tipped tubes floating
about the rippling white capped sea.
The pearl again white, and pure.
The Voices fluttered about, and grins were sent our way.
I looked inside for my knot of fear,
it dissipated,
impossible to reassemble as dry sand.

water drained from my tube
outstanding figures below were gone.
All that was left was the shadow of the boat,
a couple dozen still to my rear approaching.

But the serenity and rush were gone.
The perception of the sea’s attitudes on my weak flesh,
the fear of the unknown,
vaporized like boiling ice.

The whole experience lost, and replaced.
Urgency lost, I floated about on the plane between two of God’s worlds.
Neither of which we truly understand.

head kept low
Axe fell disrupting years of Earth's work
pulling uh'way the weeds
flattening and conforming the dirt 'round
man's grape vine

Order n' Control
Rocks, grass, and bugs removed
all in place for man's green grapes
alone in the yards
there be peace in the Order
The Order of the Man's Vines

Blow for blow the ground gave through
plants grew - none but I knew
that besides grapes none but dust would pull through

Destruction gave Order
Order gave peace
peace gave tomorrow
tomorrow plants the seeds of opportunity
and the dust amongst the dew

Look'd to the sky above
head look'd 'round
settlements reminded I of the weeds
to the sky's yard

And the yards reminded I that we aren't but
dust among the dew
in Life's Order of the Vines