we dust exterior lives
watching
the world spin
in the palm
of those who deem
themselves worthy,
like magicians
with hidden strings
we become
the puppets
fighting for words
and not truth,
seeking vengeance
on hip thrust societies
standing ten feet
from each other
as we lose
who we are -

i saw doves
and calla lilies
heard color
in tears
while someone
said to us
put your faith
in god
that death
is no end
but a blessing

i looked around
the different faces
who thought
"which god plays
good and evil
to decide
which person
stays "

what human
wants eternity
when all they love
are alive

how many would say
it's not my god

(changed to freeform)

Plumes of smoke rising
mingling in the misty haze
like you me and us

misty eyes clear
smoked dreams of yester years
leaving me ashen

Ageing battle years….

Biting my lip till it bleeds
staring at dusty boots,
I wipe away snot and tears
wondering where times went
six months I’ve stood
this task, Smithy says
“we’re ageing battle years”

Escaped another scrap feeling
old despite my youth.
so close, this one, aye my lip
hurts must be my chipped tooth.
“Battling years old teeth.” ha.

Wonder what the children are
doing, missing them like hell,
last time I saw their smiling eyes
boy did they look good.

Late night, weird radio-shows
Talk about God, ghosts and UFO's
She spoke to aliens, what did they say?
Ya think they're coming back someday?

Talk about secret you-know-what's
Crop-circles, Bigfoot and Commie plots
The parade of fools goes on and on
There's the face of Jesus on a won-ton

Mysterious men dressed in black suits
Little green men, they're so cute
The city of Atlantis, he knows just where
Told to him by a sage with white hair

"feed me"

and I always do
always for the pleasure
when you thrive
within
so I can live without

I know when you are me

and as much I hate
you for recieving so much
attention

I miss you

existance you whisper
harshly
is a cost
to consume

You are an echo
A gentle whisper that comes back to me
When I stand on the edge of a cliff
And scream into the darkness

You don’t try to yell back
Or overpower my emotions
You are soft in your response
Not trying to tell me what to do

It’s more like you are just letting me know
You are there
You are listening
You care

You are an echo
That keeps me from feeling alone

Spots of green reaching
through moist fertile soil they push
vernal plants emerging

rewrite:
Spots of green reaching
pushing through moist fertile soil
vernal plants emerging

rewrite
spots of green reaching
pushing through moist fertile soil
tender plants appear

I used to walk a mile or more
through hot summer woods and boggy marsh
to fish beaver ponds that had no shore
and never thought the price too harsh

At work I'd walk the tops of walls
ten feet tall, four inches wide
while building rooms, closets and halls
and never sway from side to side

This lame old dude even ran track
a lean and thin fleet athlete
even pole vaulted onto a cushioned sack
of energy I was replete

How could a man like me
Ever understand
What you were giving me
When I was thinking only
Of myself

The physical you
Is the ultimate pleasure
A man like me
Can ever pray for
But I didn't realize
That what you were giving
Was beyond truth
It was your realness

It can't be possible
That what I am feeling
Is the delusions
Of a fevered mind