Lose and learn

The flavored underdog was fried in a super wok
The chicken the pig and the cow nibbled
They then started chewing relieved
Satisfied they swallowed and digested

The underdog was a meal they wouldn't forget
As each bite fell down their throats
something barked in their stomachs
as they bloated

The chicken went insane and ran into a fox's lair
The pig grunted and tripped on a birch root
In front of a fierce wolf rout
And the cow exhausted itself trying to kick the lion from it's back

The underdog was undigested
and infected the other animals will to survive
The animals vomited fast and far
all toward the direction they had feasted

The underdog's remains fell on it's bones
and by some curly magic the dog was restored
Sniffing the air as if born again, barking loud
as the chicken, pig and cow were devoured

The midlife shell

The clamshell that we must open

One that may not even have a pearl

But sustain us with its flesh

And shelter us in its shell

As the Midlife shell closes and the last beams of Juvenlight fade

There comes that call as typical and predictable as the Jung cycle of life

The body will ache from planting and cultivating

Not annual crops

But tall thickly trunked trees, years later heavily laden with fruit

Sidewalk engineers

Their tents were yellow
comparing was part of the role
Cloudy days were bright
traffic was slow

Animals hugged the sidewalk
Food didn't arrive
but mechanics did
in yellow rain coats with spanners

As the proud parent's of the world
descended from hindsight heaven
A garage appeared
A proud son stood by as a new car grew and grew

Until it was ready to drive out

Araucaria Angustafolia

Life is in a tale's breathing
A told tree story's survival the ear yearns
one that leaves branches cones
and readers overturned

The clumps, burrs and bumps
Of an impatient trunk
Branches curve awkwardly upward
A gum as sticky as my poetic word

Within it's bowls and balls are closed hands
holding the sky to the earth
And the puzzle to existence in it's grip
Five keen eyes in it's grain, a Magnetar

Indeed Sirius' sons and daughters
Emulating the greatness of the night sky

The thinnest palm

Seeds rain down in black coats
The flavor of the thinnest palm

The narrow post to health where the wind pries
the thin trunk toward the sky

Somewhere near the jungle's fat canopy
Hides the ripe bunches of Açai

Like small dark eyes building flavor as they observe the world
bouncing off the soft short fronds warning of curious winds

Fine tropical beauty
the thinnest palm's fruit, thank god for such blessed medicine
The tangible unique

The priest of a thousand muskets

How the steel ball shook the chamber as it launched toward an adversary
Tell us more give us details, intrigue us!
The boats were carried inland by the soldiers and priests
And where were the natives as the colonists landed?
Their location was only meters from the stumbling invaders

Violence and fear became the forest that day
Divulge indeed what were the details how did the conflict ensue?
Muskets roared and swords were drawn, painful handshakes with death
Which side lost more? Who came out on top? Who was left standing to meet victory?
Both sides lost equivalent yet the natives held higher numbers and the conflict was swift!
So what of the priests, did they fall? Were they eaten? How'd they fare?

One priest escaped with his life, was soon caught and recruited by a tribe
yet he set fire to their old customs, perpertrated atrocities on their identity
He assassinated their harmony with nature and invited foul distrust of women
Singlehandedly under minded their very heritage
With a book in his hand he did more damage than a thousand muskets
As the crown devised a plan to overrun them entirely

A trillion games

Somewhere in the middle of the day
A pound of will, a gram of vocation
In the middle of a suburb colorblind to grey
Children's eyes, a house's foundation
A family is a house, it's a shelter so to say

Somewhere in the middle of an ambush fate threw
In an elaborate bushwhack called life most are caught
The will to add to the name lives itself out in you
What a challenge, love, hate and printed notes that own thought
Fools pride left to graze, fatten and court

Somewhere in the middle is the soul pretending not be stunned
A trillion games could swallow us, why this one? Why this one?
Is it fear to feel that keeps us adroit meanwhile?
No simply love in us aglow as the world washes us in stimuli