Striving to Gain; Objects Like Bombs - Part I

If it were a simple question

anyone could sample before answering;

before boarding the plane

into the exclusive, first-class section

of the cabin occupying the space

directly behind the cockpit

the co-pilot stumbles across

their feet with his aging horseflesh

his total & unnerving constipation

of apologetics. He knows about time.

He knows about space. Wind drag

& the desperate cries of a field bird

as her nest is circled by predators

A family of dogs / Their beautiful noses /

sniffing up springtime / & saving the snapshots /

House lizards are racing / towards insect communities /

across the red-bricks of warm wintered chimneys /

Across the stories of mortar

This guy over here

wants a shot of whisky

& sing the harrowing truths

of inequality, after all...

after all his baying & busking

he may curse time or his lot

in life or the brilliant fish

that escaped the hook

or the lovely servant girl

who was never his wife

with her invisible treasures

locked deep, deep inside

Polarizing Polemics (because we care)

Give thanks for every aspect of life that you experience.
You never know how quickly the negative publicity
Can transform into a positive message for you
Or a larger group of people;
A group you may or may not know

When someone is sick or dying
Avoid making them feel worse about
Their circumstances.
You don't necessarily have to condescend
To brighten the mood around the hospice,
Hospital, funeral home, cemetary, sick room
Consider your loved ones position
Think about how you would feel
Be happy for those crossing the threshold
This portion of their mysterious journey
Is coming to an end

Never forget
Someone loves you
Personally and deeply
& every move you make;
Every atom you displace
You can never do wrong
If everything you do
You do for the eyes of love

We don't always get the maximum allotment of time
To tell others exactly how we feel
Or to explain why our dreams are so important
If you get the chance to have this discussion
With anyone; at any hour of the day or night
Speak clearly and honestly
It maybe the very last sound
That either of you
Ever hear

Know that you are perfect
Exactly as you are
What the standard of the world
Refers to as 'flaws
Are in actuality
Marks of distinction
Which reveals the individuality
Of every single heart

I hope these words help you as you
Move on down the road
Towards your final destination
I offer these humble thoughts
In a manner of kindness

Long Remembered Orchestration

When the sun is hot
It warms the skin;
The weeds;
The woods;
& everything left
Over from wynter-tide

Hungry is our acceptance
Thirsty, the epidermis
Through cones & rods
Streaming, as we're
Screaming 'Light!
& Life!
& Flesh!
& Feast!'

Every inch of fiber
In anticipation of this moment
The pistil of the field
Stretched taut to the blue
Forest glade & brook
Practical gurggles
Amplified
Into this symphony