state of mind.What of black and white?More Like This
or shortness versus height?
What about smiles that hide our tears?
And joy that overtakes our fears?
When the beauty of light shines in the dark,
and the stillness of silence is broken by a bark.
When political passion is dulled by the latest fashion,
If peace is our one creed, why is the world overcome with greed?
With a spark of hot fire to melt the cold ice,
We wonder if our efforts will suffice?
As the morning sun follows the moons glow,
Before death, in life we must grow.
When good overcomes evil in the battle of might,
Man, woman, old and young must unite.
Yet, the final question of our worlds state,
Lies in which prevails, love or hate?
The substance of choiceNever is concreteMore Like This
while maybe is a slurry
and always is a mirrored crystal pool
Sometimes is a bit denser
while perhaps is like throwing dirt into occasionally.
DescensionToo low the ceilingMore Like This
the popcorn is inching down
pictures fall from walls making glass
releasing comedians from microphones
and trashing chanteuses.
Too low the ceiling as it approaches compressure
squeezing a scream from 8am lungs
Too low the ceiling as it passes through
on the other
(everything reverses except us)
Too low the ceiling as it descends
WindwardTake a piece of sky and make it yoursMore Like This
let it become wind that moves you
propel yourself within as it shows a breeze
kite into the night with a tail touching
spaces in the clouds give you a shot at the sun
fly in adverse paths to heighten feeling
The trueness of a thought
will keep it forever windward.