I am

I am a tree,
I look up at the seasons turn and change
they look back at me,
and the world they rearrange

Summer it burns
my leaves, my bark
over me it runs
morning, afternoon ‘till dark

Fall it dies
yellow, orange then red
like one last sigh
Earth's blood is bled

Winter it buries
wind blows, snow falls
I cling onto memories
of sunny days, bird calls

Spring it blossoms
butterflies flutter, colors glow
life it glistens
as rain patters, plants grow

I am a tree,
no longer full of worry or reminders
I know that they will not forget me
life is here in my roots, I will endeavor...

Fall Haiku

Here I walk barefoot
There through the eerie darkness
Sightless but Earthbound…

Mother's Milk

We are not hunters or grazers,
but vultures and scavengers.
We are not beasts of burden,
but vermin and parasites.
We are not soldiers that defend,
but thieves that burn and plunder.

I think tomorrow, for us
Earth may shake its blanket of all its vermin
those that have taken and not given.

Panhandler

Death lays for me a golden carpet
life leaves for me not even a tattered rag
I shop for life in the local market
but I haven’t a dime, so I’m left to beg

“We Come”

I wrote this poem when I was younger. Since I am writing a story about a summer climb, I thought that this poem about stars was appropriate. It reminds me of one of the fantastic nights I spent up there.

The stars
They sit
Staring down
They speak
Saying
Again
And again
Come to me my little friend
but what are we
but mere tiny beings
who look with awe
at the glitter and sparkle
only wishing upon stars
for a heart-filled miracle
yet some begin to hear
a call growing greater and greater
and as the question strengthens
to batter our minds
we wonder…
“What is it that we must find?”
and as we rush
rising even mightier
we dream of places even brighter
yet being bound to our sphere
we desperately build
hoping one day to travel
across the endless galaxy
there discovering
wondrous fantasies
---places unlike our own
leaving us fighting just to gain hold
of all the things that remind us of home
but we put them aside
only because we must
---the call still beckons us
to seek farther into
the glitter
and
sparkle
sprinkling the skies
Right there!
ever before our eyes
and as they sit
staring down
they speak
saying
again
and again
come to me my little friend
and as we look
each of us says in return
“WE COME”
“We Come”
“we come…”

Shedding Tears that Rain

Moments of anguish
warm tears of pain
Hopes seem to vanish
like a midsummer’s rain

I tally up my life
the good and the bad
But what is the difference
the livings been had

I pick-up my head
and hold it high
Cause there is nothing to be said
just don’t cry

The crowd is awaiting
they have seen death before
Maybe I am just fated
to live through this horror

Right then I think of Heaven
and I think of Hell
Wherever I am going
I hope I will be well

The headsmen slides the hood on
my vision fades to black
All of my resistance is gone
like my mind just snapped

Cause there are hurts that harden
leaving you in pain
And there are hurts that burden
shedding tears that rain

I thought of HOWLING out my ANGER
but why should I
I am but a stranger
in their eyes

Even then I could
hear the swish
“Strange,” I thought.
“So this is how I finish.”

The axe found its mark
followed by a loud, “THWACK!”
My head rolled in the basket
and, my friends, THAT was THAT…

The Mouse and Me

On an early spring morning
when I was a’strolling
down through the low rolling hills
I saw a mouse sat atop
a rather large stump.

“So peculiar,”
voiced I,

“that such a little guy
would sit so simple-like
watching me without so much
as a wisp of fright.”

Indeed, quite an absurd notion
given a manner of mad commotion
where with rising incivility
I yelled quite loudly,

“SCAT!”

but the mouse simply sat.
Confused, I said in vain,

“What sort of insane madness
do you posses?”

Of course, I was again ignored
and yet, now suddenly fascinated,
I drew closer
until I was just within reach
but instead of reaching out,
I paused in consideration,
and warned,

“Repent and run
but I dare say, if I repeat
I will be done with you.”

There was still no reaction
as if I believed there would be
as if a beast would give pardon
and dazzle me with its wit and charm
by speaking,

“Excuse me good sir
I was predisposed.
A moment please
and I will be gone.”

All of a sudden I began to think
it would be cruel to scare the fellow off
and so I sat nearby for a moment
and said nothing.

“You know, little guy,
at times I feel like you
and I question ‘Why?’
what makes me
so much less?
In effect, you are me
and I am you.”

With that said, the mouse
rested onto his haunches.

“Madness!
You are mad, I say.”

But he reacted no more
and so I calmly proceeded, troubled,
but otherwise unaffected.

“Sometimes I fear our place
in society is only
the choice of others
whose opinion is vested
merely by the merit of the majority.
Such false ideals
and blatant actions of the ignorant
are not tolerable.
Am I so ignorant then,
so blind
That I will fall into
The chaotic eye of injustice
And never escape.
No, I think I will move on
and let be
those I can destroy at whim.”

So, I stood and retraced my steps
and calmly proceeded on my walk
happy, as well, as proud for what I had done.
A few feet down the trail, I turned
only to see the mouse
was no longer there.
Laughing I looked away
and thought about the
mouse and me,
and how confusing life is.
For a time I knew
that was all I was going to think about
but I had plenty of time
and a long walk ahead…