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"

Cotton In The Grass

How can you see the sky

while the grass grows over

and the trees give you cover

Cotton in the grass are you shy?

Do you hide from rain

as it fills every pore

leaves you heavy and soar

Cotton in the grass life is pain.

Did the wind blow too long

while you held on so tight

let the world be the fight

Cotton in the grass hold on strong.

Does it feel good to know

that if the sun should go

And leave you alone for the night

That the world beat you low

you will reap what you sow

A new day will bring you new light

Vacuumous Gap

There is a hole that bears upon my soul
Like a vacuume sucking in all the frivality
Not god nor love nor money fills this space
i am the empty place that burdens this reality

And from the womb, inquiring to my tomb
And never has faith been my companion
Not in god nor love nor money has been secure
Regarding faith's allure, the blind man's champion.

If I was blind, eyes to never test my mind
Or maybe i am better built to just be mute
Not god, nor love, nor money hears my payers
Too many layers, words bear no fruit.

i feel as though that sinking place can not be filled with things.
I am the missing gap that pulls.
I am the pain that stings.

Lymeric Thought:

The image you wear is a lie

You're born to be raised just to die
When it's all said and done
The ironical pun
Is you waisted it all wondering why.

My Wall

I am the bricks which stand to loom
till cracks will spur to someday fall
while old men die and young grow tall
I am this tomb
I am the wall

I am the fear which holds this stance
till blinding ignorance consumes us all
while brave men strong become too small
I am this place
I am the wall

I am the key
I am me

I am my only wall

To My Chalice Afar

Where is my chalace in which I'm made to fill?
Why is this chamber setting still?

How empty, left, the bottle sets
and ages wine for better days
collecting dust on shelves like nets
ensnared till due the timely raise.

I'll age and turn my all more sweet
for you who loves my wine
to fill your glass when e'er we meet
dear chalace forever mine,