The blackberry for the boysenberry

She couldn't decide which berry to pick
Front yard fence falling down no tool to make it stick
The sky still on fire, dreams still owning all in reach
Brilliant eyes that went from the cool valleys toward the windswept beaches

She decided on one and sacrificed the other
Tall canes laden with berries all smothered
A lifetime of work it seemed buried under a split second decision
Losing such a thing took it's toll, the heart doesn't fade

And every edge of the place stays in my mind
Like it was heaven itself, when I look I find
And now it's on the market
The profit of posterity spent in a week

No wonder it rained
it cried, it begged to have that place, it pained
waiting for me when I returned one day
The pond my mirror the palm my hand

The deck my rest the lounge my calmness
Now the river bed is no more!
And the new river far from our abode
Would you leave the heart of the world?

The sacred dirt I can almost taste
The goodbye muffled
They've traded the blackberry for the boysenberry
I hope it brings them joy I hope it brings them faith

Their lives always a race
restless people will this really change your pace?

HIGH THANKS

Walking in the afternoon sun
What have you got to be thankful for today?
Right before the sunset a city basking
Gratitude off the clouds

The sun chips off them
sparks fly off them
The clouds bought you a day
Wind it's currency

The great knowledge of life
all in the sky above you
All in your gratitude
The horizon itself

Delicate cares

Brace yourself chasing destiny
Can you run with a cup to collect some of that
still stumbling and struggling
Optimism running away

Legs bouncing and kicking to follow
To see if this day can be that special treat
To see if appealing dreams like these turn sweet
Destiny over such mountains

catching up and throwing effort into it
With an armor of steel confidence
but a fear so flabby it catches any edge
Oh free us and propel us put us on the path

We beg and the sky lights up as if to laugh
All I want is a piece of the future
a big one at least
The castle, the land, it's people and the feast.

Breathless I may not follow destiny as close
And the cul de sacs were littered with broken mirrors and smoke
I blamed god and my mentors and the universe too
I blamed the devil himself for making me the one to accuse

Yet none of the noise in my mind led me anywhere
I was afraid to let go of my delicate cares
Don't ever follow destiny with a pocket full of fear.

Broken pieces of us

We are broken pieces floating across the city
Like throw away leaflets collecting dust and grit.
Our doubts sometimes conquer our beautiful ambitions
and faces on the train show the battles in play

We are just broken children
somewhere in the way
Of other's master plans
And exclusive prepaid space

Longing for direction
craving other's love
Our own aggression doesn't protect us
nor dependence on the man above

But I scooped up these broken pieces
and put them together again
The energy it took will require a feast
To celebrate losing fear of pain

Each piece of me uneven
Yet I somehow made it fit
despite failure, I stand and believe
while others would rather sit

So if you are broken
your pieces scattered across the rails
and have indeed yourself forsaken
Pick up the puzzle and get out of jail

Jimmy the celebrity

Jimmy birds In the Asian trees
Traffic man stops his flight in front of Japan hospital
traffic man turned into a teen basket ball player
He built a kiss in the net and hoop

Jimmy birds described watching it as just Rome
Jimmy birds so into the numbers so fly and Italian

Inch mine he said cross dressing the hotdog
Examining the sauce and heaving
Jeez morrow my friend

Jimmy held a dozen hobbies as harrowed
lumping dumping and budgeting his marrow
Showing us the best way to kill time chilling
His mind a boy driver and fly

Tiny ambition

He lay by the creek and what a day
free bamboo just wavering in the wind
long stems hitting each other
slowing the breeze through some strange green conflict
surfing it over the creek and sending out flecks of shade
He lay there and hummed oblivious

He accidently whistled to the life in the middle of that bamboo
Tunes that had taken the lunchtime air at the local school
dreams of greatness that mirred and blurred in the water
as it passed by his worriless head

The sun a blanket to hold him on the banks
as his mind stirred with every possibility
And the magic that seemed to make each idea fall into place
He would appear with a pocket full of spinny

Dip and swing each personality
Until inside out they follow as a society soon learns to
and be king over it all, emperor even!
The school corridor´s hoarded teens would bow
And the bullies would obey

selling them their identities
crazy addiction and obsessions form
Like the bamboo over the creek
levying the water
shading it and growing over it

All born of a tiny ambition

For all norns, all lacks and every abundance(Pai do universo)

Long play
Thin cheeks delivered to the after life
Bottled up, raised and bruised that way
The impact of life shaping his face oh
If that weren´t enough he went chasing trouble

Thrown into the cosmos at a transformative speed
Why can´t he be given heaven
Why can´t he experience the bright chance
Through the stars up there
All god´s plan and promise

Love in us, cleans us
Flushes us out
Means so much when we remember
Love that can bring us back from death oh
but their faith´s little and bitterness is high as the tide

So forgive us god
Our poor hearted family of the earth
Our pockets overflowing
give us the compassion to meet the dollar
Give us the care for our brothers known and unknown

Remind us of love when we are stubborn
Protect him overall
The cycle of life, love and eternity
Spinning about your head up there lord
Don´t let us be those meglomaniacs

beg as I may
No interest have I in your degree of hearing
It is my own soul that needs to hear and see these words
as they make their way into this world
That I may know I threw something out there of reverence

That I the small amateur should aim so high
When the aftertaste of the world is tasted as fresh as the gutter
Yet my tastebuds could still join my tongue in saying thank you for everything
The harshnesses produced from being unaware
The ability to continue to care

 Truth
Faith-
 Eternal aspiration