The teeth of the palm

The palm tree was a lion staring down at the people
people moving so close together they could be water
a river of people
The Forest itself was a lion on it's side relaxing by the bay
growling in the sun

The same sun that reflected off the little wavelits
that made up the surface of the dangerous bay
The Lion's nose was a dock, it's teeth the war boats
it's main hundreds of enthusiastic militia
jumping on the bald open space before the water

The palm tree bent down in the wind as if  a tiger lowering itself to attack
The neighborhoods behind the city would be a comic display indeed
each house or cabin a joke, each apartment complex a hilarious analogy
To take eyes off the violence, to seperate them from the lions and tigers

To give them some kind of visual stimuli
to distract their war owned minds and give them paint and homelife decor
Yet the palm tree was a lion

His face unknown

In his hood separated from the other children feeling unfit
Biting his nails as if his very life depended on it
Shaking every now and then from pop up past disgraces
You could see the suffering infant in his solemn face

In front of him were the kids who had conquered what was to be conquered
who were tasting the satisfaction of popularity, shouting in every encore
This hooded child was not a part of it, he sat listening to his mind mutter blight
This child must tolerate the endless trite speeches about people's rights

When none think his rights applicable
So their rotten jeers urged him to become invisible
when invisibility urged him to become solitary no one cared
Then loneliness deemed him worthless among his entitled peers

And those speeches go over his head about equality failing
because his voice is never heard and his feelings crushed daily
Who would lend a hand to that lad indeed, would you dare?
When speedily engineering the world to be fair,
yet only giant egos were freed as you left the bullied...
 meek kids out to bleed

The struggle of the gate crasher

Couldn't find a shred of myself
The cold made me something
The warmth the freedom of nothing
Muscles grew as I surveyed the world

As I looked to the wonderment of the future
wanting to harm the fear and emptiness
Wanting to be the giant with every ounce of my soul
Yet small and unknowning was I

I couldn't get a notion of myself
One that could guide me
Poisons of the low thinkers
became my poisons

How do you forgive yourself
for giving yourself less instead of more
for not teaching yourself to fish and hunt
for accepting Mercury when God gave you the sun

Now I've found a shred of myself
for the woman I hold lengthens hope and shortens fear
The days may taunt me empty
So she'll be my substance

The well worked exhaustion and fear
for our benefit
appeals to the highest power
To kill temptation to quit

Hope a spark from the sun

There we were
in the water within the curved blue pool
surrounded by blue rock, tranquility
our host invisible

Upstairs our higher souls met on 70's sofas
The couple cosmos accepted her but I was sent out
The ragged hair angelic and seductive
the galaxy itself looking into her

I not more than sun a ornament
Blessing all with my heart
Taking the roof off the church
to let the light in

The spirit of wealth and vigor
Now starts to grow

a spark from the sun itself

Prayer that pierces morning

God, bless my body like rain
renew this willing heart and brain
Every organ every vein

come and be present in my world
aim with my eyes
toil with my arms

I invoke the muscle of god
to hold up the day
to inspire my bravery
To never be afraid

Give me the key to the lock of grace
the frog to the pond
the smile to the face

While I walk this earth
Give me strength to move the world with my mirth
love to others higher worth

Give me the vision to flourish
A thousand thoughts that nourish
Bless you mirrored infinity by my simple gratitude

God

Courtesy of holy rail

The corridor is white and heaven lit
Angels walked down toward earth in it
They were questioned by a neighbor
The angels said they were bored and wanted to labor

They said back up there it's the old cool routine
With a million miles of peace and bliss
And every blessing from the source itself
They want diversity and variety of flavors

Then they meet the multiple of human faces
angel envy in their dullened eyes
Second thoughts brace their angel minds
But the curly gates have shut and Saint Peter smirks

He smirks an "I told you so" smirk
Reflecting a new sense of authority
And a grin that said "declined"
Haughty angels tested him to no avail

And were sent back to earth
courtesy of the holy rail

Factory brain

The treadmills won't push themselves
That fur your growing on your back warms you in the pasture
You could be the universe's favorite clone
Unknowingly staring at god as he smirked

The inside joke only sinking in by puberty
and manifesting through your 9-5 contribution
your early twenties edition
the physical full mixed with the psychological lack

The knee bend to pick up the box 20 kilo packed
Overhead quotes that have a kindergarten tincture
The bravado so shallow and stale it stinks on the very breathe it sails on
You crash on the rocks pre 30's some dry spell

Distance from inspiration
No vehicle to get you there
Hangovers comfort your internal resignation
Tell you mediocre is okay

You are at work in your head
Even on your holiday