Poem: The Bear Chase

Abash me, abase me,

Come, bear, I am waiting.

Regard me as berries,

Be grizzly and hairy.

Chase me through the forest,

Rip into my storage,

My gore's red and orange,

Please sip it like porridge.

Yet, tell me you're not dumb

How big grizzly bear rumps,

Behind bears on trail-hunts,

Are still prone to snare-guns.

Poetry: A Short Fuse

The light shines on my deck as I start riding.

'Sprouted ramose from earth and formed real fine,

For my delight.

It leads me places on its wondrous wheels.

And like the skies and seas it fashions me

To feel all things.

Contrast to your caging, baleful, snapping screen,

The tree with wheels's no master, but a friend,

So green and Real.

To swim and feel like flowing liquid forms

A better branch, more stalwart than your wire.

You'll look deformed.

Poem: Growing

A poem I wrote for all of our advancements on the earth. After all our hard work, will our "complicated" machines ever have either the complexity or beauty of nature?

Keep building,
But will your makings ever be
As beautiful as buds blooming
Fresh and pink on green trees?

Keep moving,
But will you ever reach when your
Houses sprout up from the ground?
Beauty where your hands aren't found.

Keep bragging,
Behold your sweat-and-tear-built structures,
Advanced in every theoretic best,
Built on never-worked-for earth.

Poetry: Sudden Thunders

A poem I wrote this afternoon:

Storm, why did you have to strike?

'Twas the wrongest place and a wronger time.

Summer's ripening outside,

So why'd you strike your sudden knife?

A scene for film, your coming now,

Our twisting hearts with writhing clouds,

Dark and gray and turning spirals,

Insanity walks with your trials.

She's pacing, crying, my queen of smiles,

She's shaking, anguished, gagging bile.

Death, not one has tongued your taste,

Without others facing worst of pains.

Blue sky, if I could touch your cool,

Sooth my soul, sing her anew,

Stop your booming, quaking strikes,

Let my window bring us light.