About a wave

A wave takes its time,
crossing an ocean.
Not worrying about direction,
because she’s carried.
Not wondering whether the
other waves deem the way
she rolls acceptable.
A wave just follows the current,
as a part of the whole.
A wave often laughs heartily,
and when laughter peaks
that’s when foam appears -
a visual outburst of true joy.

Beyond that which the eye sees!

We used to play,

before the layers fastened their grip -

Never passing judgement, unjustly.

We used to play, ball in hand,

smell of moist grass,

the sound of crisp leaves in the wind.

You ask me what I do now -

Did you mean to say:

What excites your heart?

If you sit real quiet, where does your thoughts take you?

Do you remember play?

We used to play, ball in hand

it used to be enough.

But here we are, dilettantes, and I, a locust among wild honey.

Underneath my cellular tissue, nothing but a cosmic microbe,

a melancholy anomaly.

However, it seems that the winter of northern discontent is over, the flowers will spring and only a tingle of blue remains.

The last black mare will cross the field, where vegetation will rule and we’ll vaguely remember that we had this conversation.

Let’s play then

While stirring the blue northern

She echoes excessively.

Mutation occurs,

Limbs tighten,

Blood warms.

Beware,

Naturalness dawns stillborn,

Ancient is play.

Even so,

Let’s chuckle at the seeming disaster,

Before materialization is total.

Let’s ignite humor,

Live a little

And remember,

That anxiety is but a passing lover.

little moon, grand bloom

Feeble my breath
Silhouette
Cash me of love
Leave some change
Cast a trail
To your warm grail
Commotion
Leads to your ocean
Moon knows it’s true
‘Cause we talk when she bloom
We’re full of life!

Fellow

Poured the fellow some dew and dried up droplets of gaiety,

The last black mare had left into a field of lemon trees.

All left was letting laughter graze on his back,

Lilacs spring from ears.

He said: “They’ve grown numb out there

But in here there is nothing to fear,

‘Cause we’ve got solace.”

Let’s drink up sunlight.

Plow the fields of dejection

And enter human perfection,

Celebrate

After Planting

Seeds of

Love

For

Human.

Kind.

Echoes of vulnerability

You know I would
Adorn you with plums,
Ripe and full of fruit.
You know that I when I
smell you,
There is no winter
Only buds of frail flowers.
You know that when I
cry to the moon for union
The flow of words
Echo in your dreams.
You know that
When I laugh love
A thousand suns
Dance in your favor
And the universe
Embellish herself in all her
Colors for you.
You know that I
Found you even before
You were born.

Beyond choice

The streets are lit,
Lit with light,
Light of choice.

The maladjusted choose
A choice – unexpected
To the common viewer,
However the maladjusted
Finds that the choice is likable
And chooses the choice,
Causing wonderment to
The ones happy at nest.

Where choices lead to
Is exciting
To the ones
Maladjusted
And so they resign.
The young ones
A little wild at heart!