Foundations

When building a house

Or planting a tree

You start with little things

One corner stone

One little seed

There is a magic

Of the Earth

That allows a seed

The size of a speck of dust

To become a tree

With roots

As large as

Giant’s legs

They are dug into the ground

A corner stone

A very large piece

Is merely one step

To a marvelous work

And a wonder

Roots and stones

Do not often mix

But they each are

Foundations

In order to live

And to be happy

One must live upright

Not crumpled in

Or falling over

The start of growth

Is a seed of small size

But this seed becomes

As we become

Something greater

A marvel,

And a wonder

We must be founded

In good earth

In level places

Where we can stand

And never fall

Roots

The Earth starts life out small

A seed can grow to be a tree

That tree takes years to grow

And in the end, it will stand tall

Such a miracle is a seed

It starts so small

But when it is founded

In good, healthy surroundings

There is a chance for so much more

Roots on trees grow so large

They are the size of giant legs

Healthy roots are the survival

Of the tree

People are like trees in their needs

They start out small

But in order to grow

They must have roots

Family is one root

Another is a friend

Consistency, familiarity

These keep us safe

Once we leave the nest

We must uproot ourselves

And still find our happiness

So we must create new roots

Time and care are necessary

A sense of security

To keep us thriving

And standing upright

There is pain in life

And growing new roots

Taking the time for ourselves

Letting mistakes happen

And learning all the way

Radar Heart

Radar readings are normal
Nothing new to see
Droning lines
Boring
But then-
A reading.

Is it a sign of life?
Someone in the stars?
Wait for more
We will see
If it means anything

Avid staring eyes
Blue and brown and green
All are hoping
Life has been found
There can be joy

The one and only question
Is this reading true?
Is there hope
Or is there just a blip?

Am I just a blip
On your fancy tech?
An aberration
A miracle
The question is
Am I a blip?

The Word That Changed The World

There was a word

That children invented

They didn’t quite realize

The magnitude

Of what they had created

The word became a feeling

And that feeling spread

All across the world

Through the minds and hearts

Of children

You may have heard this word

It involves hula hoops

And hopscotch

Little girls with dolls

Playing house

Toy soldiers strewn across a bed

And pretending to be a cat

Or a dog

Even a cheetah

With the spots

And makeup

To prove it

This word is oft forgotten

When children grow

To being adults

With the serious things

And stresses

That adults worry about

Being grown up isn’t quite the same

Without that one word

That makes children’s eyes glow

Grown ups who forget

How to be children

Often forget this one

Simple

Word

And the word is

Fun.

Oppression

I keep on bleeding junk

The kind that has no name

Yet

Emotions

Bleeding red as blood

So many things

Too many

Overwhelming

Little things make it worse

Not writing

Not doing

All these “not”

Like knots in hair

That never come out

No matter how hard

You pull

It’s like the word “hate”

For me it doesn’t mean

Hate

It usually means

Strong dislike

Frustration.

Lately I hate everything

I even hate music-

My one true and lasting love

The thing that gets me through everything.

People would ask

Hey how are you?

My answer changed

For a time I was

Good!

Exclamation point and all

Happy

Fun

Wonderful.

Then I was

Sad

Frustrated

Confused

Simply “bleh”

Now I’m

A lot

I can’t decide what I am

It hurts so much

As I writhe in pools of pain

I keep trying to avoid more pain

The despair is endless

I want to be

Perfect

Funny Shoes-Don't Fall!

I like to watch clowns walk
Their feet stick out
Colorfully
And every other second,
I think they are going to fall
And if they do
I laugh
So much

Then when I see
Zumiez skater shoes
I think of skaters
Doing amazing tricks
And then the fakers
The ones who like what the skaters do-
They try to show up
The masters
And they fall

Elf shoes
Curled up at the ends
With a little bell
That jingles
I giggle to hear it

Have you ever seen
Skiers?
They have just put on their shoes
And their feet
Are now ten times
Longer
What a mess!

Tall stick-shoes
I don’t know the name
But I’m sure you know
What they are
The ones in parades
To make men taller
It takes great balance
And practice
But all I do is laugh
Because the image
Is worth the laughs

High heeled tiny shoes
For tiny people
Short girls with skinny legs
And hair down to their ankles
Playing dress up
In high, high heels
Make me smile
It’s like short-woman-syndrome

Then there are those girls-
Girls pretending to be women
With the strut
They think it looks sexy
But it ends up with
Tripping over her own feet
Why so hilarious?

Take a Step in Any Direction

I see a shadow moving
Pivoting, deciding
Short in one second
Then long
Everywhere in between

The shadow never decides
His owner never really moves
In the unusual occasion that he moves
He changes his mind
mid step

Two steps forward
Another step back
Every step changes
The destination is different

The shadow is always growing
Learning to take one step
But even when he takes a step
The direction
Is always moving

On a compass wheel
The shadow starts with going north
But his goal
Is changing
As the shadow grows
East by southeast
North by northwest
West

I get impatient with the shadow
Move
Just move
Choose, and keep with it
I can’t interpret
What his movement means

He is growing
I am watching
Hoping his next step
Is directed to me