your body storms,
breaking windows and doors.
your hands sweat,
your eyes close, and open.
the embers deep,
sputter, and flame…
beyond your control,
your winds laps it’s tongue,
just for a taste,
for one stolen moment.
the earth stops turning,
poles begin to shift…
and mountains, cities, and
rivers swallowed in an instant…
as if never!
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random acts of kindness…
the shake of a hand is respect!when the gift given hurts enoughto be real…and eternity becomes the mostsimple of things!
an animal shelter
took in 5000 animalslast yearand only managedto adopt out 300!the rest were euthanized.pretty soon(sooner than you think)if our political machinecontinues its current path.they’ll have these sheltersfor peopleold people, sick people,poor people, unwanted peopleand if they only manageto adopt out 300for every 5000 they take inthen, the rest will befertilizer!
and I and I,
the garden of you,and spider webbed dreams.pine sap running, hot and molten,my tongue rests…inside your soul.love me dammit,or write me letters.send them to‘destination unknown’!buy a dress for my funeral,a hat, and new shoes…any color but black!inside and inside,peeling layer after layer.conversation of sparrows,struck mute by flesh.you taste sweat of summer,i am past late autumn.the gods…
everytime your hands close
else’s hands are empty ofwhat they need.the difference between needsand wants, is the differencebetween freedom and slavery.be careful of what you want!every transaction has a cost.who pays the cost… and in theend who pays for that?dont let what you want own you!dont take your wants at the expenseof someone else’s needs.we came into this world…
sundown,
new budding treesreach out to touch.just a hint of coolness,the distant smell of woodsmoke.people pass in a hurry,all headed home.and so we are,at sundown and waiting.remembered in color,forgotten by touch.hurrying aftera scent in the distance,all headed home…all headed home!
nightingale…
turn my heart inside out,unlock the door,pull down the shades!tired and weary,gonna lay down my cross.this war is over,and the rain has stopped…sing for me!dont need tomorrow,cant change yesterday.everything i’ve ever owned,crumbled to dust…unlock the door!nightingale,sing for me,till there’s nothingleft of me…but the song!