by the light of the day,

we are leaves born by the same tree,season after season, year after year.with each summer the branches are fuller,with each autumn the color deeper….with each winter the time of stillness cuts deeper…with each spring the hope of the spirit is reborn!we are many lives in one,many forms in one…the journey is long, the ache is…

and wont say thingsyou want to hear.the truth is the truth,i paint the picture naked.but i do so with the knowledgethat we are all human,very much so.i dont judge other people.i dont sell out.i dont care about convenience.and i wont blindly follow.and at this age,i wont shut up till i’m ready,and i wont back down.i’ll…

whose boyfriend left her two weeks ago…whose mother told her she was going to hell,whose father drank himself to death.whose used to skip ropeand go to Sunday School…who freckle faced picking flowers,who stuck her bare feet in the creek.whose trailer has no heat,whose cell phone has no minutes.whose old Gremlin smokes but still runs,whose heart…

he went up and reinstated….but they took his tag for 30 days….makes about 8.50 an hour,the only job he can find…now he’s afraid he’s gonna lose it….cant get to work for 30 days….living on the edge….good people, hard lives….just trying to get by….30 days, God only knows!

the splintered legof the coffee table,the doorknob broken,the place on the edge of the yardwhere the dog likes to piss?do old men’s bodiescrumble into the shadowsof all the things they’ve died for?how many plates filled?how many cups poured?how many fires tendedagainst the night?how many hands held?how many dreams buriedbeneath the tree that stands?how many conversationswith…

are we the fire,or the memory of?is it he who plants the seed,or the seed itself?are we alone,or do we walk with the dead?concepts! mental cages.who builds the cage?who fights against the latch?in lonliness we struggle,never knowing ourselves.painting the pictureof the bird in flight…not knowing we are the bird,the flapping of wings,and the sky!not knowing,…