I,


would love to smell
like roses sweet

And I,

would love to be
like roses sweet


but I....

--------------------- can't be.

for I,

am some bird
that jumps on roses sweet
and lands
on thorns that sting


till I,

---------------------bleed.


Yet I,

stopped to pray for roses sweet,
and soared the skies
to see the ground from which I stood

till I,

.............................found me.

but I,

saw the lands to be barren;
petals fallen,
no more roses sweet

---------------------just me.

I know knowing about the unknown
is something that I will know someday
yet knowing that I will know about the unknown
makes me want for it to be already that someday.
But without knowing, I already know
that wanting for me to be already that someday
makes me not know THAT which I already know
that is
that each and every day
I know a little bit more about the unknown
yet I just yearn for that someday to come
still not knowing
that THAT someday is part of my every today.


July 15, 2016

If you listen carefully, you will hear the waves:
come crashing at your feet
then ebb back to the ocean - in retreat.

With no will.
With no will.

And if you see carefully, you will see the waves:
rise up higher, in turmoil,
then be plain with the ocean - remain still.

With no will
With no will

And if you feel carefully, you will feel the waves:
wet your skin
then dry off

With no will
or so I believe

July 10, 2016

on a book
pens his name
an author

a cricket
chirping
flies

a race car
Zig zagging
on freeway

a wild rose
flowers thorns
on a stem