one dollar
the one dollar bill that hangs on my wall
reminds me of the one text
i got yesterday
these small seemingly meaningless gestures
are infact
monumental
a slight gesture
creates a ripple which in turn
around the world
will one day be a wave large enough
to ride.
we are the brave ones
its a time of great change
i continpate all that i have had
and all that i have lost
oh have i lost
i have written about loss before
and i dare not dwell on the details of loss today
instead
i look to the future
the place where i can manifest what i need
the life i want
the path is often unclear
although the destination seems constant
unchanging
unshakeable
you cannot shake me
you cannot move me
i am rooted in the love
the light
i have things yet to do
dong a dong
there is a flow to the happenings of the universe
an order
a sequence
it is simple
we can do it
we are the brave ones
forward slash me is smiling
/me is smiling
/me is smiling at you
/me pokes you and runs away
/me thinks your neat
/me is only 5 but oneday
/me will be a grown up
its time
the time has come
the past has caught up with the present
a line that has been stone walled for all these years,
has been broken
the barrier is down
and now i swim in a sea of here and there
memories and lanes of times gone by
toiling all around me
i am stuck in a time
years ago, i am grieving
i am crying
and remembering
and wishing
wishing that i knew then what i know now
wishing for mistakes to change
all paths lead to up
that’s what they say
i have left a path of destruction in a wake of selfish deeds
the waters are circling around me
with all those choices reminding me of what has been done
what has been done
has now been undone
let loose
the choices and un-choices
the tremendous amount of loss i have sustained
the wake of my life has left me breathless
and i believe its time
this time,
its time.
tree
so i have a tree
it is green
and tall
and had big leaves
it lives in a small pot
sometimes i wonder
how such a big tree grows from such a small pot
then i think of fish
fish are tiny
the live in tiny bowls
and then i remember that trees and fish
are
nothing
alike
some of us our catfish
and some
are cod
some stir it up
and some like to leave the pot
the tree, its so ….. well…. big
it lives indoors and jsut now
i counted
counted its leaves
53
its have 53 giant leaves
5 plus 3 equals 8
and if i was chinese i would say that was
lucky
lucky in life
lucky nunber 8
infinity
the ending is never
a conversation over dinner
a
thought provoked
a chiken
a tree
a fish
we are all the same
thank you march 2nd.
suture
i think i hate you
suture
i think i do
suture
i put back together what has been torn
suture
hate
suture
love
suture
the lines between
suture
i have stopped thinking at all
whistling
whistling that old tune
up and down the stairs
creaky old bones
shifting under your weight
the weight of the world
on your shoulders
a shirt named killer
an escape route at all times
eyes on alert
for the door
the eject button
when to pull the shoot
jump ship
hop out
get one the bus gus
if you were my bodygaurd
i would call you buddy
you could call me al
whistling all the while
creaky old bones
heaving with the weight of the world
