Woods
My hand stretches
Towards the woods’ etches
Of trees
With leaves
Rough, brown bark
With curved marks
Formed a throne
I sit firmly like a cone
Sunlights flood
Like browned mud
Through the shade
The trees made
My feet stride
Forward; I ride
Through the black, gravel path
Wet puddles drawn like a bath
A dull, yellow shed
Stands on the path led
Its wood is splintery
As if it lived many years through history
I walk down
The black, gravel path wounds
I walk towards home
Laziness
Everyone is lazy
They can't see past the hazy
Cloud, smoke covering them thickly
Into an irrational being that is sickly
A being; paled white
Diseased and losing sight
"I'll put this off for another day," they say
Refusal is where the insanity lay
Refusal to work is sad
Later, you'd wish you had
What must be done
About these needles that are spun?
Needles that prick, needles that bury
Metallic refusal that's in a hurry
The metal clangs
Through the mind; its point hangs
Sharp like a sword
Cutting through the cord
Stop, and think
Let the logic sink
Down through the waves
Your mind saves
A blue light flashes
Through the night's lashes
You're puffing gray smoke
The wind's coldness; it will soak
Your hands are weary; stiffened from the rails
Of the plow; you look past the sky's icy hails
"I should do this now."
"I should do my work"; these thoughts are ready to plow
Through Life; scraping off its muddy paths
Save yourself from bad aftermaths
The mud coats the icy ground
Making the path smoother and browned
I say again, stop and think
Let the logic sink
Down through the waves
Your mind saves
Freedom
Freedom is a rectangle
The lines joined through an even angle
Lush grass fills
This rectangle; like sloped hills
Hills with grass
That will forever last
The running of feet is sounding
To any place, the feet are bounding
A wolf roams
Through the field; to its cavern homes
A store with glowing lights
Is set in our sights
Cereal boxes, toys, and games
Are free, says the claims
Items can be purchased
At anyone's expense; free service
Bought by the wealthy
Independence is healthy
My back relaxes against the leather
Of the car seat; enveloped by warm weather
The tires squeal; squeal through the street, the driveway
"I'm free to do whatever I want!" I say
Freedom's sister is Independence; her parents Willingness and Creativity
Her child? Self-responsibility