Tree Of Life

Trees give shade to passers by
With luscious fruits unmistaken,
Coconut water shreds man’s thirst
Cherries human lust
You shear my arms
To make your homes,
Your furniture on which
You lay and rest,
Ships can’t do without me.

I’m the passage to your eternity,
The cage in which you lay,
While living
Then when dead

I flower in spring and
Am an autumn to grieve.

A nation swallowed by drugs
not the street pushing coke
heroin smoke abused routes you’re used to.
Pharmaceutical company inventing
Disorders the masses can relate to

as the fat cats count their
stacks of green backs and
reap the benefits Of genocidal acts

I would ask how they sleep at night
but I know it is atop A money filled
mattress letting their Heads lay softly
on their oxycotton pillows

Beyond the mansion

a gentle wind
across that rolling field
where no bird sings
no dog barks
only sighs
among the clean white markers
of gallant men

whispers

telling of lost dreams
.....lost potential
........lost love
...........lost..................

I searched my pockets
for the words lost
somewhere between lint
and forgotten hopes

I searched the shores
watched the waves crash
loudly against the grains
as they pulled each vowel
into the open sea

I searched a sky
no longer filled with stars
just a moon imprinted
with a wordless face

Stars faltered,
pausing in swift westward march
across the cloud-stained moonless sky
when I halted, eager on the edge of forest
between the fitful graze of starlight
and shadows' brooding touch.

I listened, straining for another drift of music
through still and silent trees,
and found that trace of utter passion
still skirling hushed yet unrelenting,
urgent in both thought and flesh,

.
I stand before you
done, finished, nada
a ghost
with only pleas
for mercy and the key to this
pearly gated community

I openly admit to orneriness
and being an ingrate of magnificent proportion
and as was my way
perpetrated pitifully paltry acts of spite
in cowardly fashion
I have been bold in nothing
even as I spat vile dissertations,
disaffections, and perturbations
at your incessent interference
in my existance
where I was to be my own god,
I did so in silence

what a war we have...
had, truth is
we were opposed to white
preferred red and potent

nothing new there
our poetry was insignificant
i understood it
i tried to cope with you
you spoke my poetry
and now it doesn't sound decent
or understandable

i've watched us burn twice
most noticeable was
your reaction

nothing changed
nothing corrected

the poets in us still dreamed
the politicians lied and
the homeless remained

all alone

That fleeting moment
while Sun kisses the horizon
is like our parting

Shadows disappear
sooner than memories fade
into twilight

I gather the sand
of our footprints and castles
ingrained with our love

Before dusk settles
I sprinkle the sand
upon our rose beds

this log that laid upon the ground
was hewn by hand with gentle care
envisioned by the sculptor's eye
whose hands took time to stop and share

this canvas filled with brilliant hues
that thus depicts the artist's views
regardless if I understand
has shared the soul and art of man

a mother's eye rests on her child
despite the pain of birth, behold
of nature bad or good she smiled
her art worthy of more than gold

land awakens
berry blue sky
once the colour
of pellets or ore
on the warm
tracks
burgundy slag
and the oil of cresote

grasses hush dry
from winter
preserved from
another year
and season

I remember the sound
of rain arriving in
breezes and wind
hissing
whispering in its
spirit voices
cold on my forehead
collecting in my brows
and eyelashs

the dark growing darker
in the huddled tamarack
beneath the sculpted
pines