The Flower

8.8.10

Some favor money

Some favor power

Some favor fame

I favor the flower

A simple pleasure

Delicate in nature

But it makes me sure

Of what I'm here for

Anxieties melt away

The moment I pause and gaze

Drinking the colors in a daze

Sets my mind above the day

And I think about life:

How good it is to be alive!

All the days the sun did shine

All the dawns the sun will rise

Pelican Friend

4.12.10

Anna and 'er pelican

Went to the beach

She sat beneath 'n umbrella,

Her pelican did teach:

Flying, Gliding

Open wide, and

Caught a lot

Of fish and water

(Make sure you open your mouth as wide as you can on the second stanza... like a pelican would.) :D

This is dedicated to my fun friend Anna P for keeping me not so serious all the time. (Thanks for the artwork to go with the poem!)

The Sun of Spring

4.12.10

Green! Green!

Everything's green!

The sun, it shines

Down on me

Sun! Sun!

Glorious sun!

Wonderful brother

From above

Down! Down!

He's come down!

To share his life

With us on ground

Free! Free!

Everyone's free!

To feel the warmth

Of light we see

Run! Run!

Under the sun!

Get up, get out

Til' day is done

Our Color T.V.

1.22.09

You've become so afraid

Of what others might think

You lock the door

And throw away the key

For painting a self portrait

You set up a mirror

But society's holding the brush

And the T.V.'s your color

Different masks are all we have

Your truth underneath them all

A human among a hundred false

And look! You're so beautiful

Coffee!

Well, I haven't been posting much lately and I think it is mainly because I haven't been drinking coffee lately. Going out to get a coffee gives me an excuse to spend some time by myself, and when I'm spending time with myself I usually write. I promise I'll post soon... as soon as I get some motivation (and coffee!) Haha.

Mid-Life

12.1.09

❡A bird caught mid-flight,

Mid-life,

By a bullet through the air

That moment frozen in time,

Everything fine,

Except the coming despair

This bird was never meant to die,

Only fly

Oh God, it's not fair!

A bird caught mid-flight,

Mid-life,

By a bullet through the air

Penetrating Cold

10.14.09

❡ Cold and partly cloudy skies

A greyness settles on the land

Seeps into the skin

Soaks up all rays of sun

And it penetrates my bones, my veins

The greyness stays beneath the skin

Hibernating like a bear in her den

Dry fur flowing from my head to my feet

Softly blowing through me its snarly breeze

T.V. Spiders

10.22.09

❡There are spiders on the T.V.

There is media all over me

We can never do exactly right

Spinning webs of intellect

Catching simple minded humans on the net

Fooling flies into supporting our demands

And we all go on humming

A simple tune we got from all the buzzing

Attempting to Describe Him

9.27.09

❡Is there a poet in the sanctuary

A lowly man in the midst

Of an eternal Being

Able to summon words to describe Him?

An impossible task to take on

For mere words are unable

To contain even those things He has done

And some people interpret them as token fable

Oh dear and intelligent man

Don't be so naive to think

That God does not hold in hand

The very words that will describe Him

There is a poet in the holy sanctuary

Summoning words from the depths of soul

By listening to the movements of silence

Among icon and stained glass window

God does give, and man will receive

A frame of sentence and stanza

To picture the glory of Him we believe

And there... finding a feeling that's contagious