Frogs
" I like frogs,
and their outlook,
and the way they get together in wet places
on warm nights
and sing about sex"...
~*Sounds of Microwave Popcorn*~
The slow rise and fall of gentle rainshower on
the broad leaves of green foliage..
The sound of the wood, lesson
Clouds gather and darken
A stillness not broken by noise or breath...
Humidity on a downward spiral as the rise and fall of a gentle shower
washes the greenery of the forest...
Goosebumps rise and fall with the rythum of the rain.
then leaves and disappear.
Sound returns as life seeks the sun from under its umbrella leaves.
And the moonbeams said, "Keep Going...."
~SummeR~
The flowers are in bloom
pink... bright...
amidst the
kiss of chlorophyll
Soft is the grass,
damp beneath my feet
Its said
the temperature
of a body
can be altered quickly
by cooling
or....
heating
the head
or the
feet
It was unclear which,
made my knees weak,
the cool blades of green
upon my soles?
or the warmth of Your hand
on my soul....
~Mythical Kings~
I have flown
To star-stained heights
On bent and battered wings
In search of
Mythical kings
Mythical kings
Sure that everything of worth
Is in the sky and not the earth
And I never learned
To make my way
Down
Where the iguanas play
I have ridden comet tails
In search of magic rings
To conjure
Mythical kings
Mythical kings
Singing scraps of angel-song
High is right and low is wrong
And I never taught
Myself to give
Down
Where the iguanas live
Astral walks I try to take
I sit and thorw I ching
Aesthetic bards
And tarot cards
Are the cords to which I cling
Don�t break my strings
(I wish you would)
or I will fall
(I wish I could
I wish I could)
Curse the mind
That mounts the clouds
In search of mythical kings
And only
Mystical things
Cry for the soul
That will not face
The body as an equal place
And I never learned
To touch for real
Or feel the things
Iguanas feel
Down
Where they play
Teach me
Reach me
