Lotus, Brown

Beyond the hills he lives

The man of iron

One without a mask broad shoulders

Eyes, lotus like brown

Voice, vibrant and deep

He walks towards me with his umbrella

Lest I get wet in the rain

And my flowers wilter

I blush behind my hat, a crimson red

And hope for the rain to never stop

Basket of flowers

There I stand, next to the lake
With my basket of flowers
They pass by,
one by one,
greeting me in their pleasant ways
I smile and talk
They laugh and flatter
Acting so well...
But then the sun goes down
And the rain comes along
Everything changes and much is revealed
They run past me, their expressions blank
To the other bearers of flowers
Their fake sincerity washing down their faces
I stand alone, my flowers weltering
waiting?
waiting.
And then one comes along,
With a face so tranquil, an umbrella in hand
With a gentle smile, a firm grip
One true to oneself
One without a mask
And I close my eyes, and feel the warmth of the sun peaking behind the blue clouds

Silence

Silence
It speaks more
feeling tumble as if in darkness
confusion, misunderstanding
A few words spoken
In anguish, pain...maybe?
And now those words
Have led to this?
A swollen silence, awkward, dark
A Trailing blue, deep, beckoning
But nothing is lost, for...
A smile could bring the light into this suffocating
Silence

The Lonesome two

A strong wind
The two stand
Their eyes closed
Waiting...
An unlikely couple
Deep, dark secrets binding them
A liquidy attraction
Of beating hearts
And floral eyes
Complete silence, peace, a calm
Their hands touch
And the wind blows
a bit softly...

Robinson?....yes sir

“Robinson…what do you think?”
“Sir…its different..”
“How so…?”
“Well it’s like a garden, don’t you think?”
“hmm…”
“bright flowers sir, so many kinds…”
“and the people, Robinson, what about them?”
“Sir, they are…rather very human, very much so”
“really?”
“They are human, with so many sorrows and flaws, they are open and loud with a smile…a laugh,…however inside they often carry a deep sorrow. They don’t hide anything, their sorrows or their flaws. Though they use neither as an excuse… they are strong sir, very strong. Beautifully so.”
*sign* “Welcome Robinson, Welcome”

Stronger

A gentle breeze
The moon’s gentleness
And the velvety night

A few words and everything turned around

The wind whips
The moon's too bright
And the night fearful

Life summed up in a few lines he said
So much had occurred
What all he had stood

Enlightenment he said, he gained
Became stronger, became wiser
Realized he had become what he was not

Learns everyday, realizes there is something more

Stands up straight as the wind whips
Looks at the harsh moon light
And walks into the fearful night

Mockery? I laugh and laugh and laugh

Sadness…maybe a bit
Hatred…not at all
Just disgust, a bit nasty, but a lot more funny

Seeping throughout the body, like sweet poison
It’s taste, acidic in the mouth
Lingering, sometimes strong, sometimes weak

A promise made,
And then forgotten?
Oh wait, no…ignored

Ignored and let go
Other desires, taking over
Weighing, and the own desire comes out heavier

No excuses or reassurances
No reason given
Letting it go, hoping it could be forgotten

My laughter rises, the slow poison of disgust taking over
A Lesson? A test?
Mind swirls, and I laugh more

What I believed, and what came through
An opened gateway, to something new?
Never expected, thinking otherwise till the end

A fool I maybe, but not the fool they expected me to be
Never do I forget, disgust I hide too well
Just a bit nasty, but more funny
I laugh, laugh and laugh, so hard, as I roll on the floor