Category: 07th

To Fly

 

If you could fly,
Where would you go, up to the sky or down below,
Up at the sky where the wind is screaming,
Or down below where life is teaming,
What fun it would be to fly in the air,
Or fly down below where you could go anywhere,
In the sky there are all of the birds,
And down below where things are furred,
In the sky, you can see an entire city,
But down below, where every detail is pretty,
If you could fly,
Where would you go, up to the sky or down below,

 

Rain

 

Rain, Rain
O my children
Innocent as a summer day

But No

I watch my children fall
To the ground
To splat into a puddle

O how I watch the little people run
Under my tearful cries

They mock me, they despise me
They laugh at my offspring falling on
their faces

I watch them join together
To make a treacherous stream carrying my
Children away
I
Strike
In anger

No harm done
All I see are the little people
Running away

Just Like
My
Little Children.

 

You Choose, Satisfaction of Disappointment

As I surf around the surface of people’s emotions,
Some are the faces
as if they had something…
Miserable,
Tragic,
Fatal,
You see.

Rather to be delightful,
They choose to be depressed.
I tell them, be Proud and Phenomenal.
Instead, they get Embarrassed.
Like they’re wearing a hood,
Being not able to see
The sides, of happiness,
But sadness.

Following the way of
Failure,
Fatefulness,
They abuse the word,
to know the real meaning of
Happy.
They start punching and slamming,
Instead of trying to know the inside.

 

A Canadian in Texas

I’ve had it now I can’t go on
I’ve gone too far with just dry earth to walk upon
This isn’t right there is no snow

10 days till Christmas
I just don’t know.
If I can make it without pine trees
Without snowmen or a winter breeze

Without the snow I just can’t last
Without sledding this place is daft
Without
Without
Without

And though your sports teams are better
And though some people love the warmer weather
And though here is the warmest state
And though most people thinks its something to appreciate. I can’t stand the scorching sun.
And though most people have tons of fun
And though
And though
And though

This place has no igloos
No frozen lake it has
No snow forts
No outside places to ice skate.
No
No
No

But as I said before I’ve had now I can’t go on
Not with just dry earth to walk upon

(P.S. No offense Texas) 🙂

 

The Song

listen to the song,
The Song in the shadows,
in the trees,
in the stars,
in the light,
in each other,

You can’t hear it, can you?
is your mind as clouded as the kicked up dust
that you so commonly misconceive?
The Song is in that very dust,
because it is everywhere,
in every life,
in every world,
in every universe,
in every macrocosm,
The Song, my friend,
is us.

Wind

The air, swift.
Running through the earth’s hair, the grass.
Whispering the names of the trees, of the rock.
The air, rapid.
Falling with the rain, rising with the heat.
Like a balloon in a great storm.
The air, chaos.
Sloshing in the bowl we call sky.
Never resting, never leaving.
The air, changing.
We call wind.
Swift rapid chaos.
May slow.
But will never stop, not until nonexistence.