flattering the sea and the field

The dog was thirsty living by the sea
only salt water
The apprentice tried to convince me
that the dog was fine
waves came up choppy like it´s thirst

A large house were estranged families congregated
with one another all aiming for harmony
caring wives easily offended
inconsiderate and slow witted husbands confused
by their own jokes

the football game was called off because of rain
yet the picnic went on for us stubborn adults

trying to force rapport on one another
a blind herd of simple humans

My brother the windless day

Brother how far have you walked to forgive
on this life hill grassy rocky incline
for all the gems that you left in your footsteps
what is our bond, what is worthy?

What did it take for others to believe in you?
What did it take for you to believe in them?
Does strength of the heart push you further still
Were you ever so dear and was I ever so dear and true?

Broken continents, two islands north and south
trying to be straight with each other lost at sea
in the middle of the stage 3 human existence
only a few miles to status retirement

And will the bitters of old age be as bad tasting
as the years we never spoke
As the years we lost all connection
As the years we didn´t treat each other as dear

When I shouted, did you whisper?
When I panicked, did you calm yourself?
Was I the storm and you the windless day
I the blizzard you the frost

My own piece of heart shakes me to know you more, to hear you more
My own piece of heart keeps you always
Noble but flawed it continues to adore you
You were my first friend in this existence, a sun by the sun.

Students of life

I spoke to her class of students
As they asked about far off locations
trips across the world full of excitement
Wonderment in their eyes and stretching their voices

My parable was a split boulder
far too big for them to fathom
and too broken for them to behold
the minutes of quiet confusion mended the old shoe

blue laces in that leather
like information through their brains
The psychatrist compared notes with the mundane
No great story could be told

No great metaphor mined out of it all
just sunny sisters and the school bell
Glory can't be easily obtained
when the teacher is but a lost student

Train them on the ways of the world father for we bleed, we were blessed with fertility in the darkest of realms, we were cursed with fertility unable to know ourselves in spite of our offspring.
They come together as rich and as poor, stigmas and judgements a storm.