May my flower sway,
in the wind
may my flower
make its own music,
by the rain hitting on its petals,
some hard, some gentle,
like the sound of big drums crashing down...
May my horses pitter-patter
over the ground running and
may you hear their hooves
dancing on the ground...
like a heart beat’s coming from your chest.
May my trees drop their leaves
reminding us of the seasons to come.
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Zach & Joey
4/22/2013 06:19:40 am
“To Work, To Eat, To Learn, To Sleep”
To open my sleepy eyes
To pour my cereal
To forget homework and make up lies
To gather my material
To jump into a car
To walk through a hail
To go and hit par
To get into a brawl
To go to my job
To turn in my work
To recruit into a mob
To disguise as a shop clerk–
Oh you moving and shaking
at this moment poem-failing
killing, playing
life of my own fleeing!
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Max
4/22/2013 06:20:25 am
“To Walk, To Cry, To Love, To Die”
To step off the well worn path,
To travel through uncharted seas,
To jump off a cliff into the abyss,
To walk on the edge and feel death’s kiss,
To cry & laugh then finally die,
To give & take yet always live,
To see beauty in everything,
To burn & loot everything,
To float down a river & see fish leap,
To ride a wave endlessly,
To fall down but get back up,
To find love & feel its jealousy–
oh you binding & dissolving,
At this moment poem-writing,
laughing, weeping
life of my own deciding!
