Surrounded by green
The silence of the scene
So eloquently speaks
Through the loudness of kids screams.
O make shift loved ones
O made to ship off some ones.
Blessed be the tar pit of the silence
Quietly performing their matriarchal duties.
To the peace go the swallows
To the wretched go the dry misshapen happenstances of yesterday's tomorrow's
Amongst the green are the elements of scenes unkept since an endless wandering.
Innocence plays amongst these woods
Deep through the forest and the trees
Battle's play out with sticks as swords
Almost as if they are acting out for me
To this game i see unforeseen deaths among these trees
These kids and their sticks of doom
Act out battle scars and battle wounds
As quick as they have come is as quick as they are gone
So I will sit by the by and by
Waste my time on silly rhymes
Where the trees hang low in this peaceful woods
And where the tempest spoils the gracious goods
For darkness may swallow you up
Where the light's herd is spoken of an awful word
They have captured one and all
Where the wind breaks an empty squall
I do not pretense these motions
I sample them for future notations
Life has judgements unwavering and still
Life plays a ruthless game of catch and kill
Life plays upon light distracting in its shadow
Life gives way to open a closed heart
For knowledge and wisdom
Come beauty and caring
The warmth of a slow embrace calms an unwashed mind
Uneasy in its thinking yet still a pace to slip in amongst a shuffling crowd
To truth go the spoils of unrequited love
To my memory go the dust of memories that quietly and methodically peel themselevs away
The seams have come undone and the time for leaving is rearing its head once again.
Amongst these trees i have found some lost dogs
I can hear them breathe and I can hear them nervously speak;
Get these kids away from me please kind sir
For I know not what they want or what they need
I would merely and quite plainly like my bone and a place for myself to sleep
O kids in your innocent tambours
O kids with your patriarchal maneuvers
They still need speech
They still need the speed
For to rush and be winning is still a game for them to play....
