Pulling Petals

Days pass by, and the petals

fly. In a glorious garden, life

slows down; I can now zero

in on sounds that have yet

to be heard. I look around.

I see vibrant colors and shapes.

Without thought, birds and bees

survey the land. Abundant motion

surrounds a restless soul. I see

trees dance above a strong ground.

Coexisting with each other, all forms

of life carry on with no concern.

Not asking to be born, I learn to ask

how to live a life without keeping

track of all that I lack. I ask flowers

what it feels like to be pulled, planted,

cut, watered, and given away. I pluck

a flower in the midst of April showers,

and I begin pulling petals. One by one,

under the justified sun, I start pulling

petals. “She loves me. She loves me not”.

Asking questions that go unanswered.

After another question, the flower

was naked, missing its petals. Because

of my questioning, the flower’s beauty

is missing. I destroyed something due

to me not believing. I knew that my

doubt washed all the beauty out.

I lay the flower stem on the dirt,

and I realize my questions did

nothing but cause pain and hurt.

Down in Flames

Fight fire with fire. See
the flames kiss the sky.
Watch the sparks fly.
Feel the temperature
rise as cold weather
dies. Think back to
a time when the clouds
cried. Feel the heat
rip like a baseball
hitting a catcher’s mitt.
Poison swirls inside
a dormant mind.
Love stays on
the brain as hate
goes down the drain.
When life knocks,
do not be afraid
to open the door.
When the heat rises,
try not to go down
in flames. Save your-
self. Ask for help
before you strike
matches that will
turn all into ashes.



I’ve Been Thinking

Lately, I’ve been thinking
about pirate ships sinking.
I’ve been thinking of ways
to be spending my days.

Lately, I’ve been thinking
about those not blinking.
I’ve been thinking of you
and the stuff we used to do.

Lately, I’ve been thinking
about my future and what
it holds. I’ve been thinking
of what I have done right
or wrong. I’ve been thinking
of ways to become better.

Lately, I’ve been thinking
of how things used to be.
I’ve been thinking about life
and how days became nights.

Now, I’m thinking that it will
be fine. I’ve been thinking
that I must take the time
to feel alright and to be kind.

The Great Escape

You don’t have to do much
to get tripped up. The mind
contains chains that hold
down brains. The mind
can wander down on trails
derailing trains of thought.
The mind is a cage holding
in memories once caught.
Inside your mind, find time
to escape the cage keeping
you from chasing dreams.
When the walls start closing
in, breathe in the care-free
air. Close your eyes and look
inside. Free yourself – believe
there is more to every life.
Break free from yourself.
Run! Flee! Find happiness:
a life full of freedom and bliss.

The Bucket

Today is just a drop in the bucket.
How full must the bucket get for me
to tip it over or to karate kick it?
There’s no telling the amount of rain
that will come. The drops will fill
buckets – faster than eyes blink –
but slower than brains think –
definitely faster than ships sink.
Today is just a drop in the bucket:
a drop sending ripples through
untouched waters I once knew.
Buckets hold life; we hold buckets.
That is something I cannot forget.