Month: July 2020

Don't think anyone knows
how to feel
don't think anyone knows
what's really real
memories cast shadows
over sunlit meadows
seeds grow inward
roots grow forward
don't think anyone knows
stones from bones
don't think anyone knows
houses from homes
dreams cast shadows
over moonlit meadows
seeds grow inward
roots move forward

Places, faces, people, and things
houses, corn fields, roads, and rings
rows of deceivers
disguised as believers
armed to the teeth
with soul searching cleavers
Places, faces, people, and things
factories, meat markets, babies, and strings
piles of blood money
disguised as free honey
stuck to the wings
of queens and kings

I often ponder
the grass of yonder
that makes one fonder
of places they wander
the lure of change
that hooks the brain
and pulls it away
on a one way train
that feeling of thirst
that feels like a curse
quenched only by finding
a new universe
I often ponder
what makes one fonder
of the grass of yonder
that makes one wander

So close away
so near
so far
released from the center
of a bright burning star
watching the future
at the speed of life
so far from the center
so far from the light
so close
two souls
so close
two hearts
so far from the places
that keep them apart

Forever yours
forever mine
promises, promises
till the end of all time
forever this
forever that
promises, promises
marbled with fat
forever besties
forever friends
promises, promises
till the bright, bitter end

Sitting on mountains
complacent with views
digesting the fat
of fake and real news
absorbing what matters
shedding the fears
of black and white division
that drown growth
with tears
standing on mountains
a giant among clouds
drowning out screams
from confused angry crowds
absorbing what matters
shedding the fears
of entitled children
that drown growth
with tears