Lifes Work

As softness sparkle Seeping rose to trickle Fears frustrations, confusion Questions Too many fore answers Future is uncertain tidal Emotions rushing in Rushing out Through the sea to far shores Anguish, torment ‑ for love Love for one Curing each other Being truthful with hearing Listening, complaining, comparing Least of all resolving Tears flutter birds of prey Wanting answers Birds of paradise Seeking original ferry tails Words try to express Words only try Attempting visions, reality Pictures do no better All just a slice Memories, feelings Moments in past left still Frozen perfection Lost soles searching themselves Searching each other Tempting loss Who self wants to be Revelations unwilling Letting go with both hands

Cloud of stone Life went wandering Time fades on Priceless art The bridges kept burning Babies cried Life flew into night Snakes stood on end Still there were no answers

Break the silence the single ripple softly roles on with no mistake there is beauty out there not hidden but most of us are blind by heat and frustration the surroundings are flat, paper rolled out before us for convenience it exists for us the blessed ones

Open window front with careful ponderous view where do they come from are they ignorant or are they action it is dangerous to feel too deeply frightfully tempting realization thrown from penalizing spectators perfect and impossible do they think it should be done loathing views the window as free the shelter is an empty cave occupied insanely by the dim light and the blind sits in fear of the accusation carrying a notebook filled with dribble on hope the small misshappen creature enjoys misinterpretation thriving in its make‑believe world of disillusionment blind and suffering swirls in pools on the table flat and polished, destined for greatness lonesome desired is the morning haze tarring through the facade and shines for all to see pointing and judging such hatred painfully untouched through deadly containment the window lies about the land and its duty the cave surrounding blindly loves it there blind and siting without contempt the misshapen and blind always beg always pleading for sympathy though fast to reject any act of pity such a complex feeling fills the empty space thinking of the dangers of misfortune once dwelled on the suffering increases alone.

A beavers tail Inside the wet beavers home Sought after with golden Anticipation It’s all over from there She’s in control And restrains the savage beast Beating her wings She sours with your feelings Lost in your feeling Helplessly coming feeling