Nothing need said, between
The old couple sitting
On a park bench
Aside the clear reservoir
Together
They share their bread crumbs with
The clicking, honking, young geese.
Nothing need said, between
The old couple sitting
On a park bench
Aside the clear reservoir
Together
They share their bread crumbs with
The clicking, honking, young geese.
Watching the world
Spinning beyond control
Holding onto the jagged edges
around all the entropy spaces
just to feel
feel the fading forces
swallowed by spacey rigor mortis
,
Watching the world
spinning beyond control
I’ve become
suddenly saucer shaped
and fly away
,
We want something to believe in
We want somewhere to escape
We want to look past the horizon
,
everyone is suddenly saucer shaped
and fly away
Here the night comes through the trees
Hear the night blow through the trees
,
Gently knocking on a window pane
Rustling bedroom curtains
Caressing bedroom linen
,
Tiny little quakes
Dreams invite the night
,
The sun won’t need to know
No one needs to know
‘Till the dawn chases
Night back passed the trees
*
I am so much taller than my past
I’m so taller than the shadows it casts
,
many have had opinions on what I should be
many have an opinions on whats right for me.
,
I am so much taller than my past
I’m so taller than the shadows it casts.
because I follow my own opinions
of whom I am to be.
.
.
.
.
I’ll hoist you over
my tall shoulders
that you look over
when your a step behind.
,
levitate
reverberate
above the leafy canopy
before gravity
pulls down gingerly
now I’m right behind
,
as I look over
your tall shoulders
you host me over
we do it over and over
as two tumble long.
,

cruel beast with silent horns
you’ve ripped and you’ve torn
In a short life forsaken
a young life you’ve taken
everything you’ve taken
,
You can’t take the inspiring
life affirming, caring, smiling
impacting memories
carried by so many
you can’t take her legacy
you can’t take our memories.
,
Cruel beast of darken mass
you cant move as fast
as a young life’s impact
so stay in the past
and we’ll keep our memories
and she will keep her legacy.
.
for our friend, Denise.
.
Barks and Howls