If love were a seed...

I'd plant them all around my garden.
I’d gather them in the harvest
And package them up to give away.
I'd become an urban gorilla gardener
Filling ***** of dirt with many seeds
Then toss them grenade-style
Onto abandoned lots, at passersby, and
Into the hate-filled corners of our world.
I'd give packets of love to family and friends.

If love were a seed, I'd plant it in hearts.

The foreshore
is where
The mudlarks go
To search
For finds of the past.

Back bent, head forward
they stroll along
In quiet meditation
Lost in reflection
Seeking treasures lost, then found.

Bringing 'past' into 'present', and 'future'.

My life was formed.
My fully-grown adult feet,
Firmly planted,
And then the shifting sand.

History, a word that carries memory,
transformation,
success, and failure.

Though written in skewed remarks
By the victors of the time
The truth will out.

It is not until
The Kool-Aid runs out
That one can begin to question.

If you only knew the thoughts
Swimming through my head
In underwater bubbles in a brain
Floating around inside my head

I am inside and outside these thoughts,
Like fish jumping in a pond, they come
Suddenly, in and out of their environment.
Oh, if you only knew the thoughts

You might be amazed at my aquarium.

Just as those in days of old
These too shall fall.
The people said, "Let us build
A tower day by day, hour by hour.
And it will glow, and all will glower
Bringing us magnificence and glory!"
Where is that fabled tower?
Is it not gone, stone by stone?
Just as those in days of old
These too shall fall.

The foolish say, "It is far better
To make friends with the beast
Than to be eaten by it."

They never realize until it's too late
That the beast will eat them anyway.
In the end, they were kept alive

As food to devour in lean times.
Lean times come to all beasts
Because they consume everything, until

They must turn to the fool in reserve.