Ducks. Snow. Tamed memories.
Little things I remember.
Your presence. Essence. The place in the world your had.
Pentagram, in a logical place.
Never, ever, even being.
Your words that saved me. And these little things I do.
Pain gone. That’s a comfort.
I’m trying. Trying to be worthwhile.
Desolation the empty. Insidious clouds empty snow. But they are fleeting.
Worthwhile? What is that to a tiny snowflake? To a duck on the lake waiting out the rain?
The world, the essence of it, comes from our little bits of time.
Yours, to breif.
Down by the course dirt lane
The hard presence of the pebbles
Cutting the hot sun baked grasses
It’s grasshopper, working to raise the littlest flags
His tiny little empty empire has hard times
Drought and floods, growth and death
They both come as a hash brown
Sand wasps and birds seek him out
Each with a different evil agenda
If either are successful his empire ends
Nothing left but his little flags
To be rotted out next flood
Or burned by a forever sun
Grasshopper has to raise his flags
To bring a mate
Will his family be a reality?
Like white sheets in the wind
Sometimes they hold rain
Throw down lightning and hail
Then wispy little ones like scales on a fish
Sun comes in this sky
Changes it heat from day to day
Through the clouds
They eat her rays gladly
Wind chases them like a little child chases butterflies
Ground is changed by these clouds
Hit ground with rain and plants come through the pavement
Hit the ground with hot dry sun
Hit the ground with mist
A succulent kiss on the ground from the clouds
Lights from faded
Little ants crawl
Leaves flowing into my body
I’m a pretty little thing, even in death
Rotting at my full body
A little more time
Their is a fox that loves to forage in my foyers
Birds in my eves nesting
Wasps are taking the little insects out fighting a endless tiny war against the spiders
With wight a wings a seed pod falls from a kurrajong
My foyer becomes its home and soon I watch it grow
Down the roots fall and dig
My basement has a little more Earth in it now
Then I feel like I will be gone soon
My floors start to crumble
Loosing my emptiness, download my new emotion
String cheese devotion on a jalapeño mistake
In high times, the waiting for fates to boast
Toast with traffic jam, brunch with cantaloupe sunrise
To grasp at the warmth of the inspiration light
Touches the leaf, root, brach and soil
Dancing in the flowers
To sounds that activate your minds
Bringing forth the spirit
Trueness is this thing in its current form
Also part of Devine
That is also part of all
Changed and charged to the chanting of the hazy summers
Rising steamy visions of the mirage
Eagle flying and searching
Barely a cloud above the scorched red earth
A creekbed just below his ancheint sandles
Waiting in this sunlit virtually brings you to feel hell
Then suddenly a whisper from the tree
The dance of the new rains will begin
Ground swallow me whole. Become my comfort.
Spirals form and twist me inside out. The wind comes and gently touches my form.
Ice falls and inside the moon.
My eye opens and three gardens of life form.
Clouds of stars above, striking the sky above as a blessed drum.
Punctured beats singing abound my head and captured for a moment by my senses.
In the morning my three gardens full with joy, open and sleep again each evening.
Breath takes my flesh like fire as a new garden forms. Again and again. Bare the old dead garden falls. It has had a good place on my form, I will grow others.
Drink the cold rain.
Endure the freezing ice.
Celebrate the new spring as I seek a new way. Send a message.
Send a new path.
The flowers grow, like my gardens but less whole, less lived. They last but a few settings of the life giving light.
But they are replaced by this feeling.
A new path is forming.
Not just one.
It blossoms. It rages. It aches me to our all the spring and some summer into these… Things. My body compels.
They are gone. One sunrise. I again store all the gardens joy inside. Wait for the cold.
Year and year.
Day and day.
Until I feel a prickle. A itch.
Then I am on the ground. It swallows me whole. And the former self reborn, I find myself starting back.