Are You Reading Me?
I’ve got more bags than the friendly skies
You can see the excess beneath my eyes
Perhaps that’s why I have found
It difficult to leave the ground,
This nagging ache inside of me
The only sore I’ll ever see
Unless I find a way to shed
This weight and touch the clouds instead.
A rusted can
From a distant life
A different man
A happy wife
They seemed content
Though they were poor
Until they went
And moved next door
The floor fell through
Too much was owed
I guess it’s true
All things corrode.
How fast can ivy crawl
Up the locust tree?
She reached the top of the wall,
It only took her three
Determined years, but it’s tall.
A cicada way up high
Will drone on and on,
‘C'mon give it your best try!’
But he'll be long gone
Before she reaches sky.
Go out of your way to be nice
You often pay the price
Things best left unsaid
Will echo in your head
So now you'll think twice
Before you give a shred.
What do you do when something's stale
Continue to choke it down
Or launch a jumper at the garbage pail
Like you’re shooting from downtown?
And what about if rot begins
Should you simply chuck it all?
Relentlessly the orrery spins
Regardless of your call.
The Blue Jay is bellicose
The Mourning Dove morose
And Robin seems quite reticent today,
His lack of luster shows
Perhaps because he knows
That winter is careening right this way.
The heady scent of milkweed flowers
Fills my skull to the brim
With memories of corn filled towers
And days of youthful vim
Those fragrant fields were free and fertile
Much like my young mind
That couldn’t grasp how fast I’d hurtle
Here, where I now find
Myself within a dismal prison
I designed so well
And every waving milkweed risen
Haunts me with its smell
As every hair begins to bristle
All along my nape
With urges that defy dismissal
And whisper of escape.
If I waited for life to get better
Before I chose to proceed
I'd never get anywhere brother,
Just wander around in the weeds.
Plants compete for light
Humans for money or love
Why do we choose not to fight
For that which comes from above?
Yes, love is divine
When spurred by selfless grace
But lusts often tarnish the shine
That could illuminate our race,
Point your limbs towards the sky
Sink your roots in the clay
If someone’s in shadow nearby
Help them catch every last ray.
Leeches in suits
They’re all in cahoots
They suck and they suck
Till you’re just empty boots
If you want to romp
Be joyful and stomp
Avoid all the muck
Stay away from the swamp.
There are those who know
But seldom say so
And the rest with no clue
That swear they always knew
But if we’re being fair
The majority don’t care
They simply nod along
In concert with the throng
Endeavor to become
One who seeks the sum
Or mindlessly obey
Those who seldom say.
I need to reach entanglement
And lay in twisted covers, spent,
The urge to taste your lips some more
Exploding from each atom's core
As every contour of your form
Ignites another fervent storm
Of longing I cannot explain
The physics tend to hurt my brain.
My dog must think I'm daft
as I scramble for the nearest shaft
of sunlight so I can try to bask,
a just about impossible task,
when hit by another icy draft
right down my... well, don't ask.
Today is the day he arrived
A soul who never quite thrived
But stubbornly survived
Despite not knowing his part
He wondered in his heart
On what day he would depart.
I gaze into the eastern sky
A bit more lost, a bit less spry
In search of some celestial guide
The sky is very dark today
There is no one to light my way
But this I always take in stride
I hope you’ve learned from watching me
That you don’t always have to see
Just listen to that voice inside
In two years you will really start
And I can only pray your chart
Will bring you back here on the tide.
***Happy 16th birthday Westin 😍***
