gliding

gliding

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Flowers

the flowers talk to me
of appreciation
thirsty their mouths water
to be higher
on some peoples totem poles

then again some dour ants
envy flowers popularity
no annual ant shows
around the world
sort of like growing up a girl

complex social colonies
render such tragedies
industry driving forward
to the brink of madness
rolling over singular sadness

the grasses speak as one
green statements of contentment
while the masses lament
for something else
somewhere outside themselves

behind a bright curtain
the wizard explains
its not my fault
I do my best
you must do the rest

what flowers do best is smile
they do not toil or worry
they lift their heads up as clouds rain down
bringing warriors back
riding sky horses to certain victory

when I was small
an ant the size of a pin head
was my role model
so I could not fly
as an eagle does

if you were an eagle
but told you were an ant
you would never fly
flowers are not concerned with this
as they get kissed by the sun

and really
that's all the appreciation they need
besides one or two idle complaints
the lovely say to me
water your flowers not your weeds

Absolved

against laughter in the night
wrong turns I did invite
vivid colors spin on flowers
busy bees consuming hours
listening to the sixties
on a small white box
everything is groovy
with many rivers to cross

I have no regrets

lost in a wilderness
garden of pain
you loved me once
then please love me again
expire date on eye lids
potential turning rancid
I pace the cage and curse the gate
my shadow heavier than hate

I place no bets

dizzy these days of blooming
like a husk torn from a ripened cob
leaning towards a whole new world
where the sun never died
so it has never risen
losing everything I thought I was
medium height, poetic, lover of the sea
I am mournings ecstasy

absolved of all my debts

Sunday, May 7, 2017

I'm Ready

I’m ready to go
I’m ready to leave
Close to heaven
I have been

I know how it feels
To suppress a scream
When I get there
It won’t be a dream

Your words send me
Flying past the clouds
Flying past the know hows
Flying faster now

I’m ready to go
All the best
Enough of hell
No place left

To bleed, well
Its goodbye my friend
How will I know
If I miss you

Guess the peace
Will tell me
Guess the release
Will not kill me

I’m ready to go
I’m ready to leave
Exhausted with love
Flying past the clouds above

You will forget about me
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of heart, out of gas
Not stranded on the highway

For others to pass

I’m ready to go
The towels thrown in
Shooting past lonely stars
Looking for heaven