not just for the sake to communicate
but to stand in unison along with multilayered flavors
rising above an illusional grey sky,
to taste sunshine ….
raindrops below begin whispering aloud,
” nourish this planet so life can flourish right now ….
because this planet and right now is what we have in common
for momentary reasons still yet to be discovered. ”
dusty pages gathering as brand new revelations sprout about
in a roundabout kind of way ….
growth is miraculous
while landing in a poppy field,
sure did step in a lot of shit
but it felt kind of good
between the toes ….
fresh, organic, soft to the touch
yet somewhat harsh along
typical aromatherapy standards.
a mask of doom
alone in a room
in the name of love
all the while,
a carrier pigeon
flew about without a shout
and was mistaken for a dove.
at the end of the hallway
were two doors
west door read, ” learn some more ”
east door read, ” nevermind ”
walked through the west door
in hopes of tasting gold,
” seek and ye may find …. ”
did you ever hear
a broken heart sing ….
or are your ears
too fucking clogged ?