Where the light and dark meet…
a hidden trail.
And, it is there, I believe I am free.
My notions and ideals enhance under the ambiance of flowing greenery.
Life is embellished in…sights unseen.
But of course, I am not a consultant to nature.
An adviser to the woods, I will never be.
Still for a fleeting moment…I am free.
Freedom…Just another word for nothing left to lose.
As the season’s merge…
I cannot help but think of how it is with us.
The inherited panic and fear.
The constant need to disappear.
Just when a trail has been laid…
Just as time has been weighed…
Our over shadowed life becomes displayed.
And, with that knowledge,
we continue to bear the fruit.
An oath to a world of soiled roots.
It is an overcast day.
Guess, sometimes it has to be that way.
Civilized words for a shut book.
Theology has yet to devise a means in which to get you…
off the hook.
No matter how much I scour my mind…
with the salts of the earth…
The winds of change have not stopped.
They take comfort in the calm before the storm.
Yet, they are never completely gone.
And, so the story goes,
some hostages are held by fear and dread.
Others by a custom-made bed.
Attachments such as, freedom
nothing ‘left to loose’.
driving down dodge drafted screws.
herb to wine
Giving a toke
Burning incense during
little green apples
talking dog music labels.
Smoke stained eyes
G.I. Jerry G in
a cross dress
via dead design.
Oh, a musky, sweet pungent soul
The beat goes on
to a beatnik rummage sale.
Whiskey with laces
Scraping the bowl amongst blurred faces
In a moment’s haste…Ambien Grace discovers that not only is Melissa Etheridge gay but so are a whole bunch of others!
When the darkness and answers are thin
Lovers come and check out in a hurry
Shallow and hollow again
Come lay your body beside me
To dream to sleep with the lamb
To the question your eyes seem to send
Yes, I am, Mother or at least, I want to be,