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I am a Waterfall


I am a waterfall


Tumbling endlessly


Barely able to control my speed


I don’t mean to drown those who are foolish enough to climb me,


Or scream endlessly into the night when the tides are high.


When the weather is good,


A waterfall trickles with delight to see the salmon below, and the bears that catch them.


But when the fishermen come,


My torrents of water splash down with frustration,


For when they leave,


The salmon are near gone from the mouth of the river.


And that is when a waterfall is angry.


Why be human,


When you can be a waterfall,


With deep blue waves fringed in the softest of white foam


Gathered at your feet.


I am a waterfall,


And my curiosity cannot be snuffed out


For a waterfall can see much from it’s great height,


And what a waterfall sees is spectacular:


One cannot live at the mouth of a river without being seen by me,


And oh, How wonderful it is to be able to state that.


I am a Gust of Wind


I am a gust of wind.


Rarely noticed.


Usually, I’m calm,


A silent wind,


Ruffling the leaves of the trees,


Whispering in their ears.


The wind is out there,


Even though you don’t see it.


I’m invisible:


There are few who sense my song.


My song is usually calm and quiet,


Soft whispers,


With the gentle shake of leaves.


But this is not always the case:


For when I am angry,


I am as angry as the sun in July,


As it burns the ground black.


I am a tornado in my rage.


You wonder why I spin webs of dust and wind, And cast them upon you?


I am simply reminding you that I’m there.


For when you neglect wind,


You are neglecting the summertime breeze,


The autumn leaves,


The rustling of the springtime trees.


I am a gust of wind,


Earth’s true friend.




People ain’t always kind


‘s part of life, we learn


We learn too late


Before we’ve made mistakes


Like we don’t know we can.


People laugh at you while you’re turned round


They point and snicker


‘cause you mighta said somethin’


you mighta done somethin’


But ain’t that part of life?


People trip you on the street You turn around,


There they are


Your bag’s ten feet away


And now they’ve grabbed it up and run.


People steal your heart and love


He’s cute, ‘s obvious


They know he loves you


And you love him to


They wield a rumor ‘bout you


Flaming evil


And then he’s gone.


People leave you in the dust


Like you don’ matter at all


Like maybe you done somethin’


Said somethin’


Walk away


You wait lonely


‘cause maybe they’ll change their minds


And come a-runnin’ back to you.


People learn to hate Like second nature


Maybe it’s normal


Maybe you just ain’t


‘cause you can’t kick the little kid on the ground.


People spread rumors


You can’t ever say a word


‘cause if you do,


You can be positive it won’t be yours come mornin’


When the whole world’s a- cacklin’ at you.


People love to see you cry


They’ll take your tears


‘n close ‘em up in their twisted souls


To save for another day


When they can pull them out and dangle them in front of your face.


But ain’t that all life?


Ain’t it all s’posed to be just so?


Ain’t we born that way


Little devils in devil form?


Guess so. Guess it’s true


Sob, go on, but it’s all part of life But if you can see the light


Why can’t they see the light


Why can’t they know what they’ve done


They world cannot be just so


Keep lookin’


People ain’t all bad


And that’s just part of life


Do You See the Clouds?


Do you see them?


Those white fluffy things


Slowly sliding along in the sky?


Staring down on us?


What do they think of our kind,


And our ways?


Do they know we’re the ones responsible for their polluted realm?


Do they blame us for all that we’ve done?


Or are clouds


Simply what they seem.


White fluffy things, Slowly sliding along in the sky.


Never asking who, what, or why?




She was there


Now she's not


Long blond hair


That she's got


Will there


She be


When back


I go?


Who knows...


With Maria,


Who stayed


Two days,


No more


My neighbor's name


Is Maria


Is it


The same Maria


That I met


In the Park


When I was a child? Or is Maria




Long blond hair


That she's got


She was there


Now she's not.


A Day of Sun


One always mourns when the moon departs,


The day begins,


The owls fly away to their roosts to sleep.


But every dawn, rays of light fill the sky as the sun rises,


Those rays are beacons of glory:


The moon retreats back to its shadowy daytime hiding place,


A blinding ball of light is in the sky once more.


The sun glares down upon the world all day,


Though many have tried, none can glare back at it.


A ball of constantly wiggling flames,


So far away from Earth,


The sun is truly unapproachable.


And throughout the day,


Countless white flames flicker amongst the red one in their powerful reign over the deep


blue sky. Finally,


The sun’s dictatorship over the sky must end for the day.


And as it departs,


Its rays still rage red against the evening sky,


Dying the clouds pink,


Leaving our hearts wishful for light once more. Candle’s Wax


Dark now


One last thought


A small candle should be lit


Thus providing light ‘til midnight


Yes, it shall provide warmth until the 24th hour.


Light now


I’ll leave it to melt


Slink to the base of its heavy plate


Hot wax sliding off the thick edges


‘Til midnight.


Light now


Wax lasts but a few hours


So I shall let it burn


Spilling its slippery smoke


As I slumber by its side


‘Til midnight


Light now


The candle burns Magnificent in the dark of the night


Shedding its longed for,


Desired light


‘Til midnight.


Dark again midnight


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