Evolution - help

evolution
where are you, where have you been
I'm genuine, not mocking at all
if you are real, if you exist, answer my call
evolution
where have you been, I've not seen you
for thousands of years
evolution
I am a man, and have been
for thousands of years
evolution
am I your limit? am I your master plan?
evolution
with who do you side?
is this all you can do, or is this about pride?
evolution
I think I understand, with that, I struggle too.

something I like to do

laying on the earth
opposite the sky
preferably a blue one
clouds are beneficial
but not necessary
eyes open
arms and legs
spread wide
as if you
are about to catch it
the sky
or as if you
are falling
eyes open
arms and legs
spread wide
hoping it catches you
the sky
something I like to do

If I could dream of you

If I could dream of you

I might never wake

it need not be true

it might ease every ache

if I could dream of you


If I could just dream of you
my dreams would come true.

humanity

humanity
fire
skyscrapers
mega mega death bombs
high fructose whatevers
carrageenan
portable everythings
and enough entertainment
to make this life forgettable

winelips

winelips
in the morning
evidence
royal splotches
on the fingerprints
of our lips

"Cracked Pot"

Retold by Mary Dessein
a Tale from India.

A water-bearer carries two large pots on a yoke across his shoulders up the hill from the river to his master's house each day. One has a crack and leaks half its water out each day before arriving at the house. The other pot is perfect and always delivered a full portion of water after the long walk from the river.

Finally, after years of arriving half-empty and feeling guilty, the cracked pot apologized to the water-bearer. It was miserable. "I'm sorry that I couldn't accomplish what the perfect pot did."

The water-bearer says, "What do you have to apologize for?"

"After all this time, I still only deliver half my load of water. I make more work for you because of my flaw."

The man smiled and told the pot. "Take note of all the lovely flowers growing on the side of the path where I carried you. The flowers grew so lovely because of the water you leaked. There are no flowers on the perfect pot's side."

evanescent adolescence

eternal adolescence
where the water is never too cold
old folks are simply too old
the world exists for us to unfold
seeing life, as if for the very first time
bathing in the colors, the breeze, the grime
freedom - at freedom's prime
inexhaustible energy in every slice of our skin
stress does not exist, neither the fuzz on our chins
we don't play in a world where we must always win
we play to play, and play is fun
we play everywhere, our play is never done
if all else fails, we simply run
but we didn't know at the time, did we?
we didn't know or care of a "bourgeoisie"
we were children - in the heat - in Tennessee.

a few (5)

anything else?
yes & no.
& I don't know.

creativity is a lemon,
though we wish it a lime.

(sincerely.)

a few (4)

finally


finally
something
to say finally to
you know the feeling
and if you don't
you will
eventually
if its the last thing
you ever do
unlike the cliche
- if you don't mind -
which I just opined to you

a few (3)

suns & snowmen
again & amen
when you say when
I'll begin then
like I always do &
suns & snowmen
misunderstood
its not the sun that wins
sublimation
advection
condensation
precipitation
in short
snowmen
suns fell for it
yet again
& again
& again

(I like green.)