The Forest's Creativity DevicesTrees fall,New pencil shipments arrived.
Take RootStanding alone in the yard,watching the sun rise,I feel the warmth of the rayson my cheekand it reminds meof life, of bloodrunning through my veinsand the beat of my heartfollowing the songs of nature,keeping tempo.I want to take rootlike the big oak whose leaves rustle withnature’s every breath.I want to stay here,awake and alive.
Touched by ThunderI can hear the thunder, great deep rumblings like the growling of a fierce loathsome beast.I revel in the sound, dance to the carnal vibrations low beneath my feet.I yearn to feel the sweet, cool mist; Gentle spray of the sky. Like a caress from a familiar lover, lingering on my flesh.Then I know, Somewhere on this heavenly place I call home I can be touched.
Rain!!I look up at the sky,Its raining;The raindrops fall on my cheek, And I give Him a teary smile.
TreesYou’re immobile, yet aliveYou hold an occasional beehiveEvery spring you reviveYou grow and change colorIt’s hard to picture you when you were smallerBecause now you are much, much tallerIn the spring and summer you thriveBut you are sad when the humans arriveThey ruin you; your home derivedBut yet you help them be able to survive
The JourneyPuffy wisps of moisture,combining together,floating their way through the atmosphere.Blocking the sun's rays,plunging the surface beneath into darkness.Flying and climbing through them,the metal and plastic birds,without flapping,make their way through the air.Once these puffs of moisture get full enough,Once they cannot take any more,They fall.They fall as a group.A few stay behind,knowing one day,they too will make their fateful journey toward the surface.Never to see the others again,out of the puffs and onto the land.With a cracking chorus of cacophonous clatter they hit,smashing into the land,their energy becoming one
The World is Always ChangingThe world is slowly changing naturally,through many forms and processes.Erosion and corrosion,Heat waves and blizzards,tornadoes and tsunamis.Earthquakes shake the ground,Whirlpools swirl in the seas.Tectonic plates moving below,Clouds forming and moving above.Volcanoes making islands,The sea taking them back.The world is fastly changing unnaturally.Oil spills in the water,Pollutants in our air.Gum killing birds,Plastic bags choking dolphins.Chopping down trees,Abusing what little fresh water we have.Over fishing,Over hunting,Over reproducing,Over using resources.The world is always changing,Naturally and unnaturally.
Before the DawnBefore the DawnBefore the pale cloudsAre colored by pink pastelsLong before the eyes of humansWitness the work done by night's creaturesA breeze disturbs the slumberOf a young bud.The petals droopJust enough to peek outAnd witness the veil around itWhile the young ones slept.The adults nearbyTake notice.At first they stareAs the bud feigns sleepWhere dreams of plentiful summersSpring forth for all the flowers.As the young one pretends,It succumbs to the truth until the sun awakens.
A Poem about PoemsToo many times,when I read people's poetry,They're filled with hate, resentment,instead of joy and glee.There are so many things,That are utterly wonderful,Flora, fauna, friends, love,These things so cherishable.Is there really this much saddness,Contained within each person's heart?Or are these poems just attempts,At appearing clever and smart?But alas, I may not, Ever find out the answer to this,But just try and go, to be happy,This is my only wish.
Life Storyi sometimes wonderedwhy mum criedwhen I was youngwith a cigar in her handthe bags were puffyunderneath her eyesi thought it was the weatherbut she cried on sunny days, tooor when the rain cleared with a rainbowas i got olderi cried, too! there was a funny feelingin my chest that hurt real badi would stare down at a picture of myselfthe tears would go pitter patteri never even knew why i criedthen, when i got to high schoolmum was never homealways working, always busyi would cry and cryin front of the woodsbehind our great, big housei'd stare into the forestas
oceanoceanthe raging waves can be heard from all directions.the smell of salt stings ur nose.the ocean is unforgiving and harsh.always changing.making it unmappable.
ElementalSaid the Fire, aflame with fierce passion, to the fertile Earth:I can scorch youSaid the Water coldly, deep and sound, to the furious FireI can quench youSaid the Air, pure and free, whistling his song, to the wide Waters belowI can steal youSaid the Earth, gentle and strong, lush with green, to the her blanket of AirI sustain you
Death is only the beginningDeath is only the beginningThe Demons of Darkness have taken overEvil Spirits rip our Hearts outTorture usKill usSlam chains into our legsOur armsOur faceMy own reflection, it isYour own reflection, it isDarkness will take over Everything will be destroyedNothing will be leftOf this world,Earth,As we call it.Hearts ripped out of our chestsRed liquid filling the EarthPaint the Earth redMonsters of Darkness will feedDemons of Darkness take our SoulsAnd it's just your own reflectionRemember thatAlways
The Castle and the ForestOver the fields filled with waterThe clouds hang lowPlentifully dotted across the skyA phantasmagoric duochromeBlue and white castlesRows of wet, healthy green treesSwamps and bogsAnd plains, and farmhousesAll - very distantly - within sight of the cityWith its pillars of whitePlants, robust, rusticAnd fences, and we pass under a bridgeAnd glimpse a patch of trees, green and brownAnd over that way, the dark forestAnd we're heading that wayA lone dog walkerThe curve of the road, I feel itAll of creation beneath usAnd people playing soccerAnd the burgundy fieldsWhat secrets does the green forest hold?Dark and endless, b
Father's Day GiftDear FatherWell today is the day. The day you are king.The day we roll up the red carpet and fulfill your wishes.You have come a long way In this life. And have much to be thankful for.It's true you got some downers lately but remember what you do have. A loving family, a well off home, a graduate son, another son in college on verge of securing his future, and a daughter booming with potential to become anything, and a loving wife who loves you to death as much as your children,You are living the dream my father and king. A future we as your children hope to someday to being our own. So Happy Second and Early Birthday Father, and
Caught in the Fast LaneCaught in the Fast LaneTiny wheels spinning inside dizzying flame and golden spheres when at times they touch, they stop, puzzled; then around they whirl and spin!The faster they spin, the brighter the blur, the cleaner the flame,and the less they touch dont we.
Remembering Robbie's HorseRemembering Robbies HorseI knew a man once who could jump on his horse from a running start behindthat great beast, just like the cowboys in the movies. He was a good man froma cursed family riddled with sixunhappy lawyers and brokers. Wasthat why Robbie became a welder?
At Three MonthsAt Three MonthsYour perfect infant head has planes and curves I can feel when miles away.My son, you owe no one this inestimable love; it is just yourbirthright. Or perhaps in part you owe your father this gift of mother's love:It is his gift to methis fire that at first I could not take for myselfthat letsme love you now and always as I can and should, as I do.
My Father AgainMy Father AgainMy father is dead. Again.Not once, but twice.Not one father, but two.Gone forever is the Fantasy that I canReclaim my parent, thatI can say Yours Died,Mine Didnt.No. The news is here in the mail.Two days after Christmas, butHe may have been gone for years. We dont know.There is a daughter sitting here Whom you may have forgotten.Our eyes have not met in nearly 40 yearsBut I remember you still, remember youAlways.
Hymn for my Hip Brethren + Me1965: Hymn for my Hip Brethren and Meourfatherwhoartin--Oh, Lord! let us preach the sermon of the uncommitted!Rah for God, mother (what is either?) Down with pinkos,fags, but Save the neon Jesus and Uncle Sam.Damn Alfred E. Neumanand Hugh Hefner for frivolatry!Let us gather at the river and tolerate Dick Gregory and Mort Sahl.Happy birthday, merry Xmas--I use Dial, and there's a free Cannon towel in every box of Ergo Ego.O, ye gods! Save me from this hypocrisy! Let not the Peoplethose Otherscontaminate me! Amen; and thus begins the paradox, the blanking of my mind.
Death AgainDeath AgainI search my breasts for death's hiding place, an ambivalent, endless huntto find germinating seeds of ashes to come--before they find me.
In the NewsIn the NewsWith greateffort the youngpilot whale angles away from the shore, destined to die alone,his mother beached.Lungs crushed, she is pulled down on the New England shore by gravitys awful call.