Purple Queen
Adorned by regal mantle
purple orchid reigns supreme
warm inside a cotton breath,
tendrils wrapping around
verdant tree of life, clinging,
symbiotic relationship
of awakening ardor.
Orchid quivers passionately
chilled before new dawn,
jasmine scent seeks relief.
Fantasies capturing clouds
of beguiling heartbeats,
fabric of my dreams
touching me with
teardrops of midnight.
Amethyst eyes
ambling down
lush periwinkle path
envelope me
in lingering aura,
moon’s silvered dreams.
Magenta queen of beauty
core of truth’s innocence
whispers my name
in silent peace.
Feather Falls
The human race
Is like the feather
That flies.
Sometimes gliding
Graceful and brave
Sometimes spinning
Out of control.
Always delicate
The balance is,
Between the
Gentle breeze and the
Wind of death and destruction.
My thoughts
Are like the feather
That falls.
Hard to catch
They don't know me.
They only comprehend the
Beauty they want
To see.
Seemly caught in the
Drifting crowd
They don't see the desperation
Or the way it falls apart.
You
Are like the feather
That is handled.
Not knowing what
You've gotten into
Until
I catch you
And rip you apart like you did
To me.
Nature
Simple
Chaotic
Symbolic
pure
the air is better out here
Sunrise
Peering over the horizon, sneaking up and lying low
A soft, pale yellow begins to show
These first, shy rays project a subtle light
And cast their penetrating glow out into the waning night
From deep within their resting places, shadows begin to yawn and stretch
They emerge in contrast like the graceful lines of an artist's sketch
Beams of light glint and gleam as from the dew they are reflected
In tiny drops that leaves and grass have silently collected
Xeriscape
Rock.
Rock. Paper.
Rock. Paper. Scissors.
Rocks.
More rocks.
1, 2, 3...
Futile to count.
Rocks as far as the eye can see.
And then some.
Rocks for miles.
And miles and miles.
Trees erupt here and there, seemingly out of place.
And shrubberies, for Monty Python fans.
Oh, and concrete.
Acres of concrete.
Rocks, lonely trees, assorted shrubberies, and concrete.
Welcome to Las Vegas.
Arid.
Desert.
Hotter than hell.
Although that is pure speculation.
Rock. Paper. Scissors.
Lizard. Spock.
The lizard would be happy.
I wish everyone knew, the beauty of the city.
We all rush through its streets and dream of natures trails,
we look upon and climb towers and yet we dream of trees,
we pass humans of all type and still we dream of animals.
We dream of passing time in nature yet we let time pass us in the city.
I wish everyone knew, the beauty of the city.
Faint praise
Outside?
No way!
I'm in a city,
what can I
Say?
All right,
I will get
on board
the open
top bus
and try not to
make too much
of a fuss.
What's the harm?
On my left:
'rather rational building
not completely
devoid of charm'.
You whistle tiny teardrops with the wind that blows my way,
and tell me of the sorrow that you face from day to day.
The peonies yawn then listen closely to your mournful violin,
and I think of every death you've seen then take a sip of gin.
You whisper of the tree that you've fed time and time again,
though just to see her fall whilst new sap's carried by the crane.
The veery sings her hymn, and the daisy slaps her wrist
for every joy she may remember now is faded in the mist.
You wonder why your hair's no longer green and thick as rope,
then remember your own children had to eat and had to hope.
The willow wipes her tears from her rugged, salty face
for she now knows that weeping just for her is nothing if not base.
When you cradle your new child in your arms you must not sweep
heavy holds on her for soon she will be Death's, not yours to keep.
So wither 'way now as we ride you 'round the sun and don't look back,
just ignoring that when we see light all you can see is black.
Soaring apoidea programmed to claim flowery sperm for Earth's future.
Wildfire
Sorry for the smell
Sorry for the feeling
It's hard to give a warning
But it has been a hot topic
Don't mean to make you suffer
But I love filling the air with smoke
The way you can see it from a far
Everybody talks about it
Oh the excitement of being known
Don't mean to sound conceited
I understand your life matter
But you know you are not alone
You will get a new home
But putting people to work never hurt
They sit on their butts anyway
Why not get them suited up
And have them come an play
No use of them getting paid
If all they do is take breaks
It's not easy to love someone
If all they do is take
I love to fight so put your guns away
Grab all you can and get out the way
I do not need help I have flames
I know that sound strange
But I only come and play
When people are acting dumb
Or Mother Nature calls my name
Hope your local firefighters Have enough water
it's just going to get hotter
I don't mean to be a bother
But I grew up with out a father
Just me and my mother
As I talk to you I'm getting bigger
Man what a view
in minutes I become taller than you
I see the tears in your eyes
As your house goes crumbling down
I'm sorry but I love that sound
I hate to see you frown
So when I'm done taking yours
I'll let them put me out
Glad I do not have to worry
about consequences
Cause I'm one of karma's best friends
Guarantee if you keep Sinn it's going to happen again
So tell your friends they can be next
If they don't change
we will become friends