Gurd

Too cracked up for high jokes and too serious for side notes.

Open to what I tote and yet still so quick to croak.

A deal ain’t nothing real until it’s real as what you feel,

If the tonic is what I wanted my spirit be truly stunted.

Since the gurd is just a word as long as its spoken, written, or heard,

The smoke that fans out from the flames as pins that prick to make they claim.

I guess it’s true for what I may or may not do my happiness can do it to,

To spend and not to lend and to share with those I care.

5:02 pm, April 16,2023, Sunday

Dancing Backwards

How silly we must have looked serving insults and returning shade,

Laughing at our promiscuity hearing, “those two should be ashamed.”

Staring at each other forgetting to hold hands and manipulating each other so the need has more demand.

Watching TV only to find we’ve become the couch, with all the seating available how did that come about?

Looking in prospective directions of the goals we want to walk toward, pulling each other together and away by dancing backwards.

Friday, October 28 2022, 3:43pm

Manga Appreciation

Reading for days while waiting for updates,

reacting to reactions because of excitement.

Supporting a community of communities of fans,

likely those wishing to be surprised by another dimension.

A pastime of intention and appreciation from manga, light novel, and anime creations.

10/24/2022, 10:05 am, Monday

Are you?

Are you sure we didn’t see the same stars or sleep underneath the same sky?

Kind to the extent of making each other home wanting more but not knowing why.

In each season of absence living out whatever role we’ve been found in,

Now noticing the curves and angles from your presence in places that you’ve been.

Are you sure we didn’t experience the same air in those years, leading to when you reappeared?

7:39 PM, August 11, 2022, Thursday

Container Graveyard

Left here to gather dust with all my friends,

Awaiting to be used or abused again.

I’m proud of the fact that I can handle my fill,

My space just as large or as wide as my will.

Compartmentalized are my cousins above and below,

While the cousins who are glass can put on a show.

A shame our plastic brethren don’t share in their shine,

Often assaulted by misuse of soap leaving behind oil and grime.

Alas our time as containers can be shortly live or long and fulfilling,

Depending on the graciousness of our human god willing.

08:49 AM, 05/25/2022, Wednesday

In the Council of Trees

” Will all trees salute the lightbringer before it rests it’s benevolent eye.”

“Wave as of this moment before your leaves wilt and die.”

“Blast this why praise something that bring life as well as a snare.”

“Tis a problem for our neighbors none which know anything of playing fair.”

“You mean those vermin always rattling around tripping over our feet?”

“At least they know that underneath us is one of few safe retreats.”

“Well what about Willow whom passed as of last year?”

“Probably turned into paper I solely fear.”

“Oh Flora stop it your pessimism dries up my sap.”

“Ha, better yours than mine with a trunk crooked as that.”

“But are pests really are best chance at survival?”

“I’d say something but even my nuts are filled with denial.”

“You’re aware that the lightbringer will one day raze us all?”

“Yes, by the words whispered by our kin in the western states awaiting it’s call.”

“Let us salute our kin now scatted to the breeze.”

“And hope the lightbringer take us all in ease.”

9:04 am, 4/13/2022, Wednesday