And when the world
Needs to rest Fall
Says to Summer I
Arrive for sometimes even
Time needs to slow
Down but Spring chimes
In doesn’t the world
Need its own hope
That’s what I’m for
Winter coldly cackles the
Other three laugh aghast
How could you with
Your snow and ice
Bring about this hope
Because my friends one
Of us must be
The one that promises
Better for the others
You three have fanfare
But me I’m silence
Category: Creativity
ThereThereNow
It’s flesh which attracts
But character that keeps
People are but presents
Prettily offered often given
Frequently received rarely kept
But just like gifts
The one that’s giving
Thinks that the recipient
Wants or sometimes needs
That which they offer
It is this arrogance
Often mistaken for benevolence
That’s their critical flaw
For one certainly knows
What they ultimately want
And will in good time
Discover it by themselves
So shelve your hubris
And rather be there
CouldIJust
Could I be something
Something other than that
Could I be anything
Anything other than expected
Could I just be
Just be just because
Or must I be
What is ever missing
Could I just be
Just ever be me
Being me is enough
Except when being you
Is always lacking something
Something that’s not me
Goodbye
I wonder if maybe
This time it’ll stick
Like the late April
Snows which blanket with
Heavy wet large snowflakes
As if nature is
Doling out double portions
Maybe this time will
Be the last time
I mean how many
Goodbyes does it take
For something to be
Over finally over finished
How many coats of
Paint does it take
To hide the blemishes
And the ugly scars
Just how much makeup
Will make bruises disappear
If I keep going
Back like the deer
To the now naked
Branches doesn’t that make
Me look like the
Fool like the despot
This one last final
Goodbye must be the
Spring for so many
Believe that loneliness is
Winter but limping love
Is lonelier than snow
Which does eventually stay
Maybe
Maybe I’ve seen too
Much maybe I’ve felt
Too little maybe I’m
Too guarded maybe I’m
Too guilty maybe I’m
Old fashioned maybe I’m
Stuck in my ways
Maybe I’m intolerant maybe
I don’t care maybe
I should quit maybe
I should stop maybe
I should breathe maybe
I should dance maybe
I should laugh more
And listen much less
