Recyclable

 What do you do when something's stale

Continue to choke it down

Or launch a jumper at the garbage pail

Like you’re shooting from downtown?

And what about if rot begins

Should you simply chuck it all?

Relentlessly the orrery spins

Regardless of your call.

Cold Front

The Blue Jay is bellicose

The Mourning Dove morose

And Robin seems quite reticent today,

His lack of luster shows

Perhaps because he knows

That winter is careening right this way.

Afield

The heady scent of milkweed flowers

Fills my skull to the brim

With memories of corn filled towers

And days of youthful vim

Those fragrant fields were free and fertile

Much like my young mind

That couldn’t grasp how fast I’d hurtle

Here, where I now find

Myself within a dismal prison

I designed so well

And every waving milkweed risen

Haunts me with its smell

As every hair begins to bristle

All along my nape

With urges that defy dismissal

And whisper of escape.

The Optimal Myth

If I waited for life to get better

Before I chose to proceed 

I'd never get anywhere brother,

Just wander around in the weeds.

Brighten

Plants compete for light

Humans for money or love

Why do we choose not to fight

For that which comes from above?

Yes, love is divine

When spurred by selfless grace

But lusts often tarnish the shine

That could illuminate our race,

Point your limbs towards the sky

Sink your roots in the clay

If someone’s in shadow nearby

Help them catch every last ray.

Repellent

Leeches in suits

They’re all in cahoots

They suck and they suck

Till you’re just empty boots

If you want to romp

Be joyful and stomp

Avoid all the muck

Stay away from the swamp.

Solution

There are those who know

But seldom say so

And the rest with no clue

That swear they always knew

But if we’re being fair

The majority don’t care

They simply nod along

In concert with the throng

Endeavor to become

One who seeks the sum

Or mindlessly obey

Those who seldom say.

Unsolved

 I need to reach entanglement

And lay in twisted covers, spent,

The urge to taste your lips some more

Exploding from each atom's core

As every contour of your form

Ignites another fervent storm

Of longing I cannot explain

The physics tend to hurt my brain.

Unmentionable

 My dog must think I'm daft

as I scramble for the nearest shaft

of sunlight so I can try to bask,

a just about impossible task,

when hit by another icy draft

right down my... well, don't ask.

Hangar

 Today is the day he arrived

A soul who never quite thrived

But stubbornly survived

Despite not knowing his part

He wondered in his heart

On what day he would depart.

Leaving Port

I gaze into the eastern sky

A bit more lost, a bit less spry

In search of some celestial guide

The sky is very dark today

There is no one to light my way

But this I always take in stride

I hope you’ve learned from watching me

That you don’t always have to see

Just listen to that voice inside

In two years you will really start

And I can only pray your chart

Will bring you back here on the tide.

***Happy 16th birthday Westin 😍***

Reading You

Despite the din

We hear within

The voice of those we long to win

It seems absurd

But without a word

All they want to say is heard.

Such is Love

Should you tell someone you’ve never met

That they’re the one you can’t forget

And how each word they write resounds

Within your soul, and your heart pounds

With passion when you contemplate

The chance that they'll reciprocate—

Does that make much sense to you?

Well such is love, but you already knew.