green grass
"I envy you", said the ground to the tree.
"Why is that", asked the mighty tree?
"Beneath you, I am dull and plain. Above me, your colors shine so richly against the sky."
"Yet without you I could not exist. Thus my colors are ours alike."
"I suppose this is true", replied the earth, brown in the shadow of the tree.
Both were quiet for awhile, but the tree knew that the ground below was no more content than when the conversation began.
Upon one of the tree's mighty boughs, a robin came to rest.
"May I use this bough to build my nest upon?" The robin asked the tree.
The tree thought awhile before responding, "You may, but only if you send a message to the sky."
The robin agreed, and upon the next rainfall, the rain lashed down for three days.
Rooted against the storm within the trusty ground, the tree began to wonder if the message sent by the robin had angered the sky.
Eventually the rain stopped, but the tree and the ground were exhausted from the storm.
"Your trunk!" Exclaimed the ground, "It is no longer green and wrapped with flowers, but brown and barren. The rain must've been cursed!"
"And look at you, returned the tree. You now shine lush and green, and littered with flowers as far as the eye can see."
Indeed, the tree's request had worked. Sacrificing it's beautiful trunk and limbs that would now be brown, the tree requested a magical rain from the sky to transfer the lost color to the ground below. Only the tips of the tree would hold lovely green leaves and flower in the springtime, but as the ground cheered with glee below, the tree did not regret the decision.
"You are too good to me," said the ground to the tree, "how shall I ever repay you?"
"Repayment isn't necessary", replied the tree, "the greatest enjoyment in life is enjoyment shared with friends.
Golden Eye
Golden eye
Staring back
What can I do
To make it stay
I want to run
And love and hate
Myself included
Fate excluded
Gallop and glimmer
Fly and shimmer
Receding deeper
Into the void
The golden eye is gone
Everything is black
Frantic and fleeting
Furious fervor
I want to go back
I want to hide
To flee the blackness inside
I can see you there
Can you see me too?
Can I ask
If you've seen a golden eye?
You look offended
What did I say
They always run away
It's golden and wise
That lovely eye
Where has it gone?
Leaving me all alone
I wish it would end
All the fear and pain
Maybe then I could be free
And happy again
But not without the eye
Where has it gone?
To leave and deceive
And set us all to rot
It isn't fair to live enslaved
I won't take it
Or be a victim
But the hole inside
Grows deeper still
Nipping, gnawing, nagging
Insatiable darkness
Checked by the golden light
Farther than near
Nearer than far
The eye has returned
Magnificently golden
Shedding heavenly light
I cannot stand the darkness
I cannot live alone
Please magnificent god
Don't leave me on my own!
Where did you go
Please come back
Don't leave me in the darkness again
Just hold that happy thought, Peter, don't let it slip away
Maybe you'll be surprised someday
What are the chances that I'd find you here and now?
What made you say goodbye?
I want to run away
Maybe I will someday
Will you come too?
Or shall you be happy for a while?
Your ways confuse me Peter, and yet I ask you now
To come with me
Unless you can't
Or maybe you don't want to
That's all good an fine
But why did you come then?
Was it only to gloat and nag?
To throw temptation in my face, and tear it all away?
I hate you
You enrage me for sport and bask in my fury
Well just hold that happy thought, Peter
The game is over now
You've deceived me for the last time
So don't come back again
I hope you rot and shrivel
"Peter!"
"Yes, mother."
Where is Peter?
I've lost him again
Am I Peter?
Impossible
Peter was in the mirror
Dropped my juice
It's in the sky
Flying free
Floating high
Where is here
How long is now
Trapped in fog
Wondering how
Down is lost
And up is gone
Fate anew
Brings murky dawn
Juice again
Hovers nearby
Swings around
I don't know why
Trapped within
This petty place
Eye to eye
And face to face
Yet with whom
I shan't deduce
God of none
Master of juice
Gone is time
Lasting never
Bleak echo
Rings forever
Lunch
Three years ago
My grandma went away
We sat down for lunch
Yesterday
Memory gone
She couldn't stay at home
Once an elegant
Epitome
Hopeful she found peace
In a mind lost elsewhere
I was surprised by
An old stare
A grin met her eyes
As it had long ago
She asked me to sit
Not to go
We talked for a while
The years melted away
We laughed and she spoke
Clear as day
She was beautiful
A marvelous echo
Of a time ended
Long ago
But she soon grew sad
Beauty foreign and strange
And she paused for one
Last exchange
With a steady hand
She took one of mine and
Asked me to please
Understand
Before she was kind
With unwavering grace
And she was now too
One last trace
And then she was gone
I stood lost and alone
Yet I did not mourn
Lifeless bone
She had found her peace
Her soul was truly free
And she chose with love
To tell me
McAccident
I fell in McDonalds
When I was three
Deprived of fries
Woe was me
The floor was wet
I was excited
Events blended
Danger unsighted
There may have been
A warning to heed
Not helpful
When you can't read
I got up fast
I had a mission
I did not need
Further permission
"She's fine", they said
I agreed
Not caring when
I began to bleed
Stupid chin
Cut on the floor
A rising pain
I chose to ignore
More important
Were other things
Crispy fries
That heaven brings
Carried away
I shoved and fought
They said I was injured
I cared not
Tears of longing
Couldn't bring fries
An opportunity wasted
Upon fate's surprise
The day was over
Chin gushing and bleeding
At least I learned
The importance of reading
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Dropped my juice
It's in the sky
Flying free
Floating so high
Where is here
How long is now
Trapped in fog
Wondering how
Down is lost
And up is gone
Fate anew
Brings murky dawn
Juice again
Hovers nearby
Swings around
I don't know why
Trapped within
This petty place
Eye to eye
And face to face
Yet with whom
I shan't deduce
God of none
Master of juice
Gone is time
Lasting never
Bleak echo
Rings forever
The ballad of the three
Troubadour, bard and sausage maker
In a time before the booty shaker
Unlikely team
Babbling stream
Their art was a money raker
Every story has a beginning
The climb before the winning
Song and story
Time before glory
The laughs and fists that send them spinning
A drunken loon that all ignore
Waltzed upon the butcher's door
Angry shout
Cast out
The nonsense-chanting troubadour
Around the sausage maker turned
Saved as the little market burned
A man saved
Adventure craved
Unlikely debt to be returned
Singing and dancing with no justification
Blending the days with no destination
Princes of mud
Fall with a thud
All to be shunned by a nation
But in the muck they met another
Cast from a tavern, a third unlikely brother
Running hard
Came the bard
In a crash to match no other
Cast from the village were all three
With only each other for company
Treading a wood
Where none should
Combating their fears in harmony
Around then they all discovered
Their hidden talent uncovered
Tales of long
Cast in song
As the people marveled and hovered
Across the towns they would flourish
Singing by tunes of lute and Moorish
Low and high
They sang to sky
To the soul the music seemed to nourish
So now you see how in a time so hard
Of the plain commoner whom none regard
Three ill-fated
The hand belated
Upon a sausage maker, troubadour and bard