Fear of the Forest

Most are scared

of big trees

and flying away

in the breeze.

While others venture

to unknowns

before finding

what is home.

The forest invites

those happy to try

and stays alive

when they fly.

The forest is dense

and can be empty

and the choice to enter

is all so tempting.

For life to be lived

the fear must pass

because in the forest

time doesn’t last.

Half / Life

Thoughts never come

full circle. Thoughts

seldom come; Half Circle.

Emotions consume

my entire being.

Emotions consume

all of what’s living

My energy is spent

wishing I understood.

My energy is spent

wishing I could.

Time speeds up

my everyday dreams.

Time speeds up

by any means.

My day is spent

loving others.

My day is spent

respecting borders.

My thoughts go round’

stopping halfway.

My thoughts go round’

for half a day.

So, complete my circle

and make me whole.

Complete my circle

and fill my soul.

Back Words / Backwards

Upfront, the words pierce

like razor-blades in a mouth.

But behind the words,

the truth remains about

The surface shows little

about the past we’ve seen

and it doesn’t reveal

what we mean.

The words come out

when we’re not sure.

but behind the words

is a soul full and pure

We go backward to

see the past,

But lose the present

moving too fast.

But we speak honestly

and from inside as

the surface reveals

what does not hide.

Detour

Full speed straight ahead

Going faster and faster

With worries to shed

And skills to master.

Times accelerates fast

And can be unfair

While erasing the past

That many have shared.

The road is straight

For many blurry days.

Faster, full speed ahead

No need to change ways.

STOP

DETOUR

You fell asleep for a moment

Waking up on a different road

Forgetting your days spent

With no experiences to show.

Stereo-Type

Genre-Bender, a true game changer

With touches of spice and pinches of seasoning,

Developed in a person hiding in danger

To create a new genre with no reasoning.

Why must a sound hit every ear the same?

To make one hear the normal created.

She held back an identity not easily tamed

To function in a world not so shaded.

As her sound waves exited the stereo,

I appreciated her genre,

The parts that made her sound different.

and the notes she hit that reminded me

Of my mamma.

When the song ended, I realized

her purpose and my stereo-type.

Her antennas told a story of personal demise

Yet her sound was so ripe.

I cannot listen to just one song of hers

Because it reveals a life quite mixed

And I cannot open just a few doors

As her genre enters a heart now fixed.