The darker it is outside, the brighter I appear to burn
To give the darkness meaning, is all I truly yearn
A candle in a glass jar, I often dream I'm lightening
To be finite and contained, I find is rather frightening
So come a little closer, that I may see your face
Touch me to your soul, and burn with my embrace
Simultaneous life and death
I can feel it like a fallen tree
knows it will never stand again
but its now vertical branches
may continue reaching skyward
Any behavior
under close scrutiny
would appear as lunacy
Feel me, suck me
Stroke me, fuck me
Finally!
Somebody with some room
a soul so expanded
a guy can really stretch out
It's the difference between
a fish bowl and an ocean
You let me dive in
tranquil and free
safe from stormy commotion
How am I chained?
Like a dog to a backyard stake?
Society's pet, good girl if she can sit and shake?
A gilded chain
Makes me a slave
Just the same
Annual mustard, you have me so flustered.
Your pollen is breezing,
It's got me huffing and sneezing,
But I really don't mind all of your teasing.
You're aspect dominant,
which makes you pretty and bold,
Your radiance to me
is worth more than gold.
As the butterfly
floats softly by
it's all I need to justify
the many bridges that I've crossed
the many things that I've lost
Ten feet away
I see them through the window
Only ten feet away
But farther than they know
Unappreciated is their freedom
Uncontrasted to my tethers
While I am weighted down
They're as light as feathers
Hands joined as in prayer
Pinky and ring fold over themselves
Thumbs open towards chest
Middle and index rise
Tips into open mouth
Thumbs close, reconnecting with index
Head explodes
It's like yoga for my soul
You straighten me out
You work with me to bend
And feel my boundaries
These boundaries get flexed
Pushed but not broken
Sometimes love is felt
Sometimes it is spoken
Relax my friend
Boundless compassion
To you I send
More permanent
Than yesterday's trend
Always I'll have
This heart to lend
Relax my love
Already you see
So far above
Don't fit yourself
To society's glove
You're the smartest woman
That I'm aware of
So relax 😽
Problems around every turn
Family headed for the urn
When your worries tell you to fail
When life feels a bit like hell
Open up the fridge
And grab yourself an ale!
Breaking thru the paralyzing fear
Taking in stride society's leer
All you've gotta do
Is down the next beer.
Like an infant needing the coddle
I find myself staring down
The barrel of an empty bottle.
An ode to drank
With the swipe of a match
A heart became tinder
My burning desire
Left it a cinder
Western Red Cedars peering below
Feet in a river of melted snow
The sun hides behind cloudy banks
Fungi sprout, giving thanks
The air is sharp, clear and chilling
I wonder how the falls are feeling?
The cephalopod
Is rather odd
It's got a bulbous head
That can wink and nod
And 8 puckered feet
That can poke and can prod
With its camouflage skin
And beak like a hawk
What would she say
If she could talk?
