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..
.
Shrouded
mists
passing
through
sun
peeking
through
the gentle
notes
of the
winged
songs
touch
the
heart
in
primal
places…
Buzz, buzz
roar, roar
razor, razor
assaults the
senses
incessant
swarm
of
electric
beasts
buzz, buzz
vroom, vrump
incessant
ripping,
solace
shredded.
Lithe
lizard
caught
capped
snack~
Darwin.
on goes
buzzing
roaring
ripping
razors
motors
screaming
all around
I’m screaming
on the
inside
from the
sounds,
then I
remember
the lizard.
It could be
worse,
Darwin…
Gnomes
and
domes
hummingbirds
rest
butterflies
hover
bees
buzzing
flying by
a sip
a whack
what was
that?
Rest in peace
beast…
symphony
of
sound
abound
life
surrounds
us
We are
One…
Never
Ever
will
I
second
guess
myself.
Never
Ever
will
I
stand
back
and
let
others
determine
my path.
Never
Ever
will
I doubt
who
and
what
I
AM.
EVER…
I’m late
I’m early
I’m on time
open the gate
I’m out
I’m in
I’m in between
open the door
I’m down
I’m up
I’m upside down
open the window
I’m backwards
I’m forwards
I’m sideways
open the escape
I’m free…
