South 903

A long drive on south 903
And on my way I saw a gathering of trees
United by place and by apparent intent
My choice to observe was time well spent
Through tangle I saw times past and gone
Contrasted with suburbia’s empty lawn
Old houses decrepit, and some remain
But the gathering of trees was all the same
Shielding the past with purposeful stance
These trees did not come here by chance

The farmers would plant around their homes
Intent as the trees would become
And hope to see their labor’s reward
For they thought this life would go on, and on...
The families remained but were soon unbound
A world building and expanding around them
Poverty, Corruption, Isolation, the causes unknown
But soon the families would leave their homes

So a gathering of trees, I know why they’re here
While others will pass giving the least of thought
As a tribal gathering remains, to them
Obvious but unnoticeable, as a field hand
And I tell you this now to show the righteous intent
To protect the innocence of their enclosure’s past stories
For the stories within branch as its protectors do
They twist and wind
And so the least the gathering can do
Is protect its kind

Lost

What am I doing here?
Nothing seems clear
No, clarity is for those sound of mind
Those who don’t question and wonder
Why does life seem so lacking?

Just last night a friend I didn’t know
Maybe more of a friend
Built a flying machine like a bicycle
And even though it took a couple attempts
It did take off, even though it couldn’t glide well
I told my friend that so he could fix it

And just the night before I met a girl
A great big open field of green with sun abundant
I saw her there and we sat in a desk
And I felt lust and love all at once for the first time
Even though I had girlfriends before
And to think I had only been looking for my coat

And just this night I saw a fantastic film
Where a person’s soul walked beside them
In an animal form
And then there was dust, and universes parallel
And a device that would tell you the truth of everything
Everything around you
And to think the little girl was living more of a life
Than myself

So I ask again, what am I doing here?
Everything here is so real I feel like fantasy
But I am trapped, much like the souls in our bodies
So what to do? I don’t know
Lost to the point I can’t even finish my narrative

The Failure of Love

Over time there's growth of vines
Some grow empty, some intertwine
They grow tight through the sunshine
And remain so through the rains

As I watch I'm jealous of their beauty
Their intricate, boundless continuity
Passively, it's all gotten through to me
But I find it's difficult to intertwine

And then there is the burning sun
A reflection as a mirror of passion undone
Some vines grow weak and wither as one
Some will remain as if they've been slain

And then there is the will of nature
Who will sometimes decline to nurture
The vines will loosen with reason unknown
But my experience has shown
As if it was planned but executed wrongly
The trees that were choked and alone lived strongly
Their life was taken and they died anyway
And their hollowed remains still stay

The life that depends on the trees
Will soon fall to its weakened knees
And be swept away only by a breeze
The forest's life taken, to its foundation shaken
I was in a forest, on a tree, I was a vine
And I had begun to intertwine
I had grown tight, taking in the sunshine
And the rains were not my bane
But as the will of nature takes precedence
The vines, and I, would fall with little hesitance
And the forest remains an unfinished cadence
But it was not the sun, it was the failure of one

White Dove

A lament so potent, a scorn so strong
One cannot imagine what had done such wrong
Her heart so fragile, a fracture from only a song
No matter how sad, joyous, or serious it was
Her eyes would appear as shattered glass because
She had wept for so long

Clouds would gather and rain in all the places
And she would hide in the weather, regardless of the faces
Who wept for her, with her, feelings fragile as laces
And they called for the sun to pierce the clouds with light
But the light would only intrude so slight
As the rain, still, slowly erases

A lost Love, weep for me, darling, a lost Love
Thought to be as peaceful as the white dove
Who brought a branch of life to those in need
I stand alone in this place with rains that flood
And I shall soon cover this hell with my blood
Before I let these chaotic waters recede

Waves, crash before me! Waters take my breath away!
Lightning, strike me! I will forever stay
Let the waves sting my eyes for I don't want to see
Let the waters drown me for my Love ceases to be
Let the lightning bring my death, as my last decree
For my Heart commands me no more

But a last soul shown through the storm
Taking a bright, kind, and loving form
It commanded the waves to cease
The lightning to stop, the water to decrease
Until on a rickety boat lay a fading girl

The soul voiced proudly Love is Real! Love is Real!
Young girl, too much have you invested, now kneel
Time is young, and storms will come and go
But there are things you must always know
Love is elusive-- always intrusive
Love is kind-- eclipses your mind
Love is empowering-- leaves you cowering
But Above All
Love is Real
And this, no matter how shattered your heart may be
You will always feel

And so I say, thou shalt release upon the world your last dove
For months, for years, for life it will search for Love
And in the time between, though your heart may bleed
The white dove will always bring back what you need