sometimes i'm green, sometimes i'm purple.
not doing a green eggs, and ham idea here.
but, i can be purple. instead, of green.

when i get asked what my favorite color is, but i had always said since a little green pea. i don't have one, cause i never wanted to hurt the colors feelings.

but, i'm green. or, purple.

I feel forsaken
like a rolled newspaper in the rain.

Is that You? in the window box?
Is that You? magnificent in a woken engine?

I don't mean to be sullen,
a crushed flower with a brave yellow bloom--

I'm a vine growing in through the window
of your abandoned holy room.

Oh honey. My fingers flat upon
your smooth chest made of smoke,

I am rain falling ever further from her cloud.
Call me back---use your voice of *****-shaped leaves.

I will come, across the lawns and waters
to kneel at your feet
and sing.

I looked up
This morning
Before
the globe
Of life lifted from
The dark horizon

The passengers
In the sky
Began to announce
Their arrival
With frosting
Dressing the gray floaters
Tipping a hat to the mistress sun

As do the yellow roses
That glow in the darkest
Of green along the
Fence. Next to me.
Waking up.

One only knows
The presence of the days beginning
By these clouds
These flowers
And the black capped chickadee
Announcing all clear
See-see dearee
All threats are gone.

With ages we reunite,
And the mercy never dies,
Yet these folks are reckless filthy,
Wrapped with witty,
Legit have no pity,
On our lively city.

Perceiving the woodsman’s wrath ,
grabbing their axes and blades
To increase their sales and trades,
by annihilating our melodious forest tales, In the name of green earth day.
And still we say mercy never dies,
Though we have no sympathy left in us.

Oh Lord, Why has this gay green summer Turned into a grey echoed graveyard?
Where are the gleeful children gone, who once played hide & seek behind the whispering green?

What does sadness mean?
        Are you sad?
       I think, I am.
      What’s your favorite color?
     Green, like moss on wood after a drizzle.
    Do you miss him?
       Yes.
   That’s sadness.
   Are you sad?