The greed of the elite
And apathy of laymen
Will be the woven thing
That pierces earth with needles
And rips it from its core
The greed of the elite
And apathy of laymen
Will be the woven thing
That pierces earth with needles
And rips it from its core
When Earth bares no color
Warmth must be internal
To stifle the damage
And loss of your petals
I wish
You had let me fly from the nest
Before the weight of feathers
Clung to me
Beer, dark roast
Why do people prefer
The bitterest drinks
Shocking at first, each time they sip
They get more and more
Familiar with the taste
I keep my crafts out of order
Just to make sure no one rifles
Through my pens, felts, and my stickers
So there are no means to enter
And cause the death of my workspace
So no one will know why I behave
The way I do
Let the worthy build sand castles
Let my waves disintegrate them
Let them keep their copper tassels
While I snatch and bury their gold
The blue bird
Unleashes its wings
Around earth
This is just enough
Its feathers
Flow across prairies
Halting life
And releasing frost
A boat that cannot turn
And is slowly sinking
Dries up so much patience
Now I’m left with wishing
An oarless boat, an eyeless blue
This is all I have for you
A sleeping heart, a timeless clock
I will give these without thought
But
A budding bloom, a purring cat
I will never part with that
I’m being submerged in lights
As I step into the dusk
As I tumble down to writhe
My body tells me to hush