Green In Autumn

Green leaves fall in autumn groves
break hearts, the clubs, the cash, and cloves
and fold to hands that better suite
to make me 'come some ill-repute

No solaced grin
will come again
for time has come
to make me numb

DENIE THE PATH
ENVOKE THE WRATH

The weakness found in line-lead way
Will sacrifice the heart to weigh
This world
This life
So swirled
with strife to pray so not to pay

Indifferenced Indeared Indecision
Dare dream these days don't deal division
And e'er decide to stay

An Ode to Odes

Oh dear words leave these fingers low
This heart will splinter and will show
The way we are to pin and ink
The mind will luster to its brink

How dazzled darling words do drop
The pulse will stop
The beat will rhyme
The heart will pop
To show this moment paused in time

Muster truly odes to men
Which painted poems with their pin
To artful humans brave and weak
Would glorify their lives so meak

To odes of nature, frail and sweet
To be of gods or roads they meet
They show the beauty of the life
Beyond the strife
Beyond the roads
Beyond the manmade overloads

To odes of passion, odes of lust
You write of worlds that soon will rust
But just to capture frame of sight
Asthetic glow will burn more bright

To Odes of Odes who Ode themselves
Let known the these words lay on the shelves
And ne'er are cared to think or read
But leave their seed
Inside the walls
So while we think...the pin still falls.

EverEnvy

I once saw a tree fall down on a path

As these Autumn days twisted with turmoil and thunder
This evergreen pine was split by the wind
Yet the leaves were still green as he lie set asunder
Oh to see many years just to fall to life's wrath
yet stay so bold green and never to bend
How I longed to know such a dedicate friend
I wondered if I could ever be so
As my leaves tend to turn as my thoughts bend & bow
As green with such envy I stepped past the tree
Oh to think, to be green may not be key

So I guessed ever-forward is better to be

Eulogy To The Future

In future times the age of man will leave to some unsettled breed

the world will rock with shakes and quakes as oceans boil and bleed

"What came of earth?" those folks will say in their own native tongue.

"This once was paradise, but now it's it ails to strain one lung"

The ozone left with all the wind that blew our airy skies

now only chunks of elder tech will fall where water lies

And insects eat one-another while the snakes grow cold and smother where they lie to rest for ever piled in shallow graves.

Mother earth will cry, and beg to die. Longful tears for manless ages fill her heart with diamond garbage thrown to where she eats and lies.

"Here lies the future." There it reads upon where man last tread.

"We won the war, but lost our head"