Saturday, July 25, 2009

poems

Like the leaves in the wind

To push the momentum

of a force created by every

lost moment, then gathered

and stored away to ignite

A future need to recapture

something past

and harness this for

the momentum

that sets the leaves

in motion.



A moment blink

and all can be lost

a moment blink

and all refound

Of the most fragile elements we're given to

watch over in this great world

life is that



Random randomness

that makes you laugh

like a child caught in a fit

rolling on the floor

slappping knees

big fat tears

stop! stop! oh gosh stop!

Grab your stomach, lean in.

Pushed over

Caught in the wind.