seven mini series

I

nothing lasts. even nothing evaporates.
there is a graveyard where everything i am talking about is, now.



i stood there once , on the green pastures, scattering flowers.

II

there is great strength in those creatures
against the silica
moving along
against the heat
in the morning.

many times they failed
yet not a drop of self-pity
not a ounce of worthlessness
not knowing despair
and embracing omnipotent
determination and persistence.

not in this world

III

i acknowledge them now;
i'll never mention them again

it's neither love nor sorrow
deficient
but that burden they lift, that i
would not

i give them multiple kisses of courtesy
of sweet thanks;
hugs of empathy and delight
share joy and laughter
may they sleep well. may U sleep well.

but i won't give them, give us, give you my kiss of complicity
i would not give them the responsibility for my life.

IV

Did you know that ants have tongues
with which they can gather all the
sweetness it can?

did u know that?

V

This thought ain't the world
it's not even on the first page of the world

but it wants to grow
like a flower
bloom
into something it knows that much

it wants to open up
like barbie's little temple
so that you' might step inside
and be yourself than mere parts of everything.

VI

So tell me now
how do i get there?

what will open up the dark fields of ur mind
and mine?

VII

notice something
something u have never noticed before

stare hard at the rain, the cats and stares

a lifelong isn't long;
aint long enuff for the beauty of this world
for the responsibilities of my life and
for loving; loving me.

what more you?