Wildflower

Faded rose color
Within the confines of a bed.
Realizing the imprisonment
of predictability.

Stem's leaves reaching towards the sun
And finding only a lamp,
leaving dissatisfaction
and restlessness.

Wilted by "Nature's" course;
Dead on the inside already.
Water is in abundance
but freedom is beyond grasp.

Faded Rose color
Paled by the truth
That is held against her skin.

Imprisoned in a bed
Without roots to return to.
Malnourished and diseased
With artificial reality.

Faded rose color;
Alive only to those with colored lenses.

Treasure's Pool

Filled with memories
Both happy and sad.
So cool to the touch
So easy to drown in.

Whatever happened to life?
Whatever happened to friends?

Promises mean nothing
When lives are no longer shared,
I guess.

Treasure's Pool is closing.
Wild flowers have wilted away.
Babies have died.
Houses gone to ruin.

What does it matter anyway?

Water is supposed to heal.
But i am afraid to touch it,
For fear of wounds reopened.

When can we openly return
To Treasure's pool?

Rain Water

Symbol of rebirth;
Of renewal;
Of a second chance,

Why am i so afraid?
Why is change,
Considered so evil?

Wash over me...
Let me lie
Until covered with mud,
And Rain Water.

Blood of the Lamb;
Tears of the Father;
Tangible Forgiveness,

Why do i so resist you?
Why is contentment
So undesirable?

Pour over this filth,
Wash me clean
Until i taste no more salt.

Purify my spirit
I ask for Rain.

Looking back
Over lost time
And wasted hours
I sit.

Exhale
Forget to breathe in
Drown
In the shadows under my eyes
And then sit.

Is this worth pondering
Time
And time again?

I strive to attain
Immortality
Or amnesty
At least.

Face forward
With my eyes
Towards the ground
I fall.

Yellow Bean-Bags

I remember long ago
when the world was safe
And quiet
And small.
The afternoons hung thick and warm
And I could go
To my favorite place.
No one could find me
Except my one best friend.
Nothing existed there,
Especially not chores
Or dead cats.
I loved my favorite place
Where we laid on yellow bean-bags
And where the carpet was mostly dirt.
We both knew the pine trees outside
Would never grow very tall.
And it was ok.
And we both knew that our favorite place
was only an old trailer.
But it didn't matter.
I knew we'd always be friends
Laying together on our yellow bags
Talking and arguing.
And we were.
Until one day
My best friend disappeared
together with his bean-bags.
And I realized that dirt
And Pine trees
Weren't enough to hold my life together.