The gray races by
wheels turning
mind numbing
to the noise
to the fumes
from the other
moving hunks of metal.
Just when I thought,
so ugly…
nothing to see
stay in between
your lines…
My eyes moved
upward and over
to a canvas
filled with
Beauty~
Sweet trees
midway through
Autumn falls
the colors
the textures
the rainbow
stole my breath
such beauty in death…
No
doubts
no
let up
no
laziness
no
wallowing
no
crying
no
inaction
no
indecision
no
fear
no
surrender…
Torn pages
worn phases
people stand
people fall
some show
some don’t
some care
some can’t
some won’t
truth unseen
like dreams
endless cawing
endless calling
words unspoken
withheld token
bullshit spoken
turning pages
writing phases…
.
Lost
thoughts
float
and
tease
oh
please
come
back
to
me.
They
slip
they
slide
they
hide
they
slither
away~
like
a
waking
dream
it
floats
away
lost
for
another
day
always
more
floating
teasing
lost
thoughts..
.
Watching
raindrops
falling
like
teardrops
hoping
the
clock
stops
revel
in
nothingness
moments
in
time
listening
to
heartbeats
in the
raindrops…
Searching
for worth
Searching
for knowledge
Searching
for meaning
Searching
for truth
Searching
for the path
Searching
for answers
Searching
for peace
Searching
for love
Searching
for something…
We are Teachers
We work
hard
Insanely
hard.
It’s a
Kafka
farce
squeezed
from
above
and
below
miracle
workers
without
a
pray
nothing
is
fair
fighting
for
air
teaching
is an
art
let me
paint my picture
sing my song
weave my story
write my poems
the system
is broken
so are the
Teachers…
Some days
I am
a Rose
some days
a reed
Some times
I bloom
some times
I wither
Some ways
always growing
some ways
always dying
Every flower
blooms in it’s
own time
dies in it’s
own time
grow anew
never blue…
Leaves falling
Autumn calling
Crispness freckles
the skin
Let the
season begin
Pumpkins and
Cinnamon
Goblins and
Elves
Turkey and
Trimmings
The game
whose winning
presents and
memories
as the
Wind Whispers…
Moonbeams
full moon
setting
Sunbeams
full sun
rising
Another
year
here,
Grateful..
.
