This Tree

Feeling it all

as it flows through my veins

like acid rain

upon my soul

What is my roll

and how i came to be

so broken like this

crying under this tree

In my dreams, from above

yes, until there are doves..

she whispers her rhyme

and her leaves

shed in time

Till a barren trunk

stands amongst the cold

oh yes, there she stands

so still and so bold

While keeping her roots

solid in the ground

until she had found

the sunlight, shining

And though she's not pining

and now just standing still

and so I do ask

why is she not ill?

Even though they've cut down

and all her family...

“Take a leaf from this tree”

she whispers to me

“you keep this one leaf

for

you...

love me still

when you were a child

over we, you did grieve

our remaining stumps

were your tears, we received”

And this is one of my first memories

and maybe a message

of how to be freed

I'm hanging on dearly

amidst the cold breeze

I just want to please

but who; I'm asking...

Is it merely me

or can I simply be

and how can I too

be free

like this tree?

May 8th, 2013

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The Ground That Holds A Million Tears

Pieces of a memory

way down here

on the ground below

that holds a million tears

Shattered heart and soul

mended together still

but it takes a toll

holding together

with a pill

Managing to scrape

at the bottom of the barrel

even better standards still

cherry picking, like a hunt

Even though there are the runts

being pushed around

or, being pushed down

I don't know anymore

It's a game; to keep score

surviving with the petals

when problems are ignored

and pacified to settle

Boiling like a kettle

of secrets underneath

though hidden in a sheath

so hidden in a sheath..

April 23rd, 2013

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I Must Pace

Try… you do try

to grip my soul

and with a pole

hooking; on my shirt

I'm covered in dirt

and I am bewildered

like Virginia Woolf

walking into a lake

But I stop

and have a shake...

for my hypoglycemic metabolism

does cause me to bake

In shattered agony

because I am not free

and I am so belittled

and my head’s full of riddles

in which I try to solve

in which I must evolve

because I am evolved

but born prematurely

into this place

it’s not ready for me...

treating me like a disgrace

In time, it is paced

but, I am impatient

and I can't be a patient

of drugs, that’s right, Rx

though I may drink Vex

not sensible

but sadly pensive

and I am

blind

in the rain

And yes, I do blame

an overactive brain

so I’ll shut out everything

or ramble in a train of things

or think of all the names of things …

Blah blah blah blah blah

in space

this is not a race

I must pace.

April 18th, 2013

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Fight for Bliss

Money, money, money

makes the world go 'round

funny, funny, funny,

how it keeps us bound

Trapped at the bottom

screaming to get up

there is no hand reaching out

without an invoice; tough

Tough, they say, if there aint' nothing

in your pocket

keep on trucking

or does one even have a truck?

or is one twisted and stuck; in the muck

The muddy pool of dirt and grime

due to the slime-bags

of the time

they feel nothing

they feel nil

they don't care

if you have a chill

People walking barefoot

chattering teeth

underneath

in the underworld so deep

Can't get out

not without a dime

must figure out a rhyme

to build the dimes

Allocate, maybe

like a rubix cube

to get out of the hole somehow

to crawl out through the tube

Narrow and icky

like a sewer hole

it does take a toll

crawling through, weak and injured

Like a soldier in the trenches...

and there ain’t no benches

so why not ask the "vermin"?

they might tell you clever tricks

For it’s how they dodge their foes

and scavengers don't buy their mix

however, they don't steal it either

they're programmed to survive

to hold on; climbing higher and higher

They grab scraps

save dimes in a hard drive

Plan it out like a map

pack your backpack

for the ride

Like reverse entrapment

like solving a riddle

of the rigged, oppressive pyramid

for in which many are little

So pay with the dimes

collected with mass effort

and make it so rhyme

with things one can do for free

Somehow, amongst the abyss

and one day in time

we will no longer miss

out on a chance at bliss

April 18th, 2013

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The Fire Gleams On

The sun shines upon

the fire gleams on

far away in space

like spades and one ace

Tis not the human race

responsible for the light

through the dull

there is bright

Somewhere in the hole

there must be a soul

waiting by the day

to show it the way

I say it...and not we

loving, and needing free

we have to break the chains

albeit the deranged

We have to rearrange

from atop each rolling hill

it's not a fire drill

it's not a movie thrill

It's the real imposed threat

amongst the dark grey jets

spraying chemicals afar

killing oxygen, making tar

While we look up, to the stars

oh help them see the patterns

as we sing, from our caverns

Great minds hidden and shunned

or made to run and run

away to an abyss

those in the dark have missed

The love that shows the way

and so they must pay

and they don't even know it

pocket-picked, and unheroic

in the sweltering of a stoic

and magma; heatwave

Til a few who are brave

will stand as we crave

indomitable "I must"

amongst the wind gusts

So hard they blow us over

but faith, we must hang on

continuing the song

of justice, all the way

To the end of the storm

though blankets, soft and warm

can cover the heads

of the spiritually dead

Whom are blinded from the truth

while pretending to be couth

we see through it, like x-rays

and we will always

It cannot go away

as the fire that gleams on

through the dark, through the wrong

the truth is still unfolding

the truth is still foreboding

better, better days...

April 16th, 2013

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But It Lasts

Washing away, the broken glass

but it lasts

humming to a rhythm, going unseen

from the past..

The mistreatment goes on, and on

they'd be aghast

if they could see it

if they could feel it

But they don't

really believe it

and they'll be last

to see it …

April 7th, 2013

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Love Will Conquer Everything

Nervous systems'

racing

amygdalas

pacing

It's not a fuss

it may be a mess

or one could guess

it be something it's not

Noticing every detail

feeling every entail

energy is often wafting

stinking, and it is exhausting

But then there is white light

to block out negative

must visualize it bold and strong

letting in only love; back and to give..

Like a circle, all around

even amidst the sounds

of spiritually dead batteries

monotone, like factories

There is good light singing

shining through the dust

and that's why it must

join in harmony

Blocking out the discord

with a chorus singing free

from every tree to tree

and every stump so grieving

We can't stop believing

love will conquer

everything

March 30th, 2013

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