Monday, November 8, 2010

You I don't regret.

I put you on a list of goals.
Thing to conquer
Through my one chance at this life.

But I, I am not a wizard.
My wand only casts through work
I worked my best on you.

I wanted you to have a goal (it didn't have to be a long list as mine).
To conquer the day!
To make the slightest difference in this world.

Do I cross you off my list?
Is it wrong to want to fix you?
Have you completely lost it all?

You've been j a d e d
And so you've f a d e d
Away in a powdered white dust...

You were last on my list
But consuming the rest
Ten goals this journey I must conquest.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

There was a time
When the trees were big
Bumble bees in clear sight
Blades of grass rushing between the toes.

And now
The trees just don't seem so big
The bumble bees don't buzz so busy
Feet are clean no longer stained green.

Can I only go back there in my dreams?
Why does this have to be reality?
Life revolved around time
Crushing imagination and thoughts divine.

I'm stopping it all!
Cruel fate will have to wait
I'm in a blueberry field
With the tallest of all trees planted in the middle.

Me feet are all stained purple
Bluebirds chirping the timeless tune
Want me to wait here for you?
I can have the winds pick you up.

It won't be easy
To twist your mind
But what you might find
Is truth in flight and your dreams defined.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

There is a tree
A lonely tree
And I know where its rooted.

And I know how the sun makes it glisten.

I'd take you to this tree
If I knew you felt as lonely as me.

This tree is lonely

Season to season

Like I am lonely

Reason to reason.

And when I wallow amongst the path

That takes me to the lonely tree
I feel my bones at ease

There is always a breeze.
When I see the lonely tree

I begin to feel free
With the loneliness intertwined

To nature divine.

Silence-and the wide eyed ski.

Maybe I could take you there

To the lonely tree

And there you could see
Loneliness at ease.


Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Sparkle Dust



In the thunder I saw a sparkle
And a winged fairy came

With all the sparkle dust in the world.


She said "the storm will pass...
The sun will glow

In yellows and of golds

Spark dust - you will uphold."


As the lightening bolt withdrew
She F L E W
And left behind

All the sparkle dust in the world.


And what shall I do?

So I painted and I glued

A place ALL blue

And a sun of sparkle dust true.


I dreamt my wings grew
And my picture
TRUE
I F L E W
With sparkle dust true

And when I returned of imagery askew

What I found was the sun all new
Of yellows and golds

Sparking in TRUTH.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010