Watch children

You have seen the signs,

And drove past them,

But do you know the story of the Watch Children?

They appear in the night

When the moonlight is just right,

Laughing and playing,

You hear them eerily saying,

Its almost time,

We rhyme,

It’s almost time,

These wonderful children,

Bask in the moonlight twirling,

Jumping and running,

All wearing watches that are stunning,

Lined with diamonds and sapphires,

The reflection so bright it is like white fire,

Then they are gone

Leaving you with wonder about the sign all along.

Where do they go when they go away,

To a land of moonlight where they always play,

Full of watch children from other cities,

Living in moonstone houses that are so pretty,

Nobody know about the jobs they have

Or what made them glad,

Just that they join us for hour,

When the moon is full of power,

To remind us of play,

Which is their only way,

So the next time your driving at night,

And the moon is high and bright,

If you see a sign that says watch children,

You may get to see them playing in the land.

So don’t fly by

And remember to say hi,

To these moonstones gems,

The Watch Children are your friends.

I Death Defying Leaf

I

Death defying leaf

I

Fall from tree

I

Can’t seem to hit the ground

I

Get caught by the winds and glide

I

Watch skin wrinkle and dry

I

Don’t know why they didn’t notice when I was green,

Always taken me for granted or being mean,

I am now brown

They notice me now as I fall down

I glide into traffic

I

Stick to your windshield

I

Am on your tires and making it hard to drive

I

You notice me now as I die

The Lost Tea Project

The crumpet dust on the doily of despair,

The heart hearkens back to times which compare,

The weight of the world on shoulders that cannot bare,

Why can’t I identify what’s missing it’s not fair,

The teetering tea cups on the balance beam of life,

The fault wrong triangle that holds the beam tight,

The additions cups jenga’d onto pile that is shaking slight,

Straining its draining I try with my hardest mental might,

I know I can conclude this project before me,

Even if every piece of the puzzle cannot be seen,

I traverse through this project in hopes of the keys,

And in the end it will finish and I will be free.

Drive Together

Just so you know

Traffic is not an I it is a We.

There are tons of cars on the road and their objective is to go,

So we have to work together,

And merge like a zippered letter,

All at one place

All at one time,

And speaking of which take turns in a line.

It’s not about giving up freedom it’s about organizing,

And moving your trip to completion.

If ants can do it so can we!

Are they really better than us, ants and bee?

The driver who cannot stay in there lane but thinks you are in theirs.

Trying to squish two in a toll lane for a fare.

The feel of the wind blowing through your hair, during rush hour traffic.

Or the tailgate to close to your bumper, they don’t slow down and then smack it.

The 16 hour long rush hour to get across town.

Everyday it doesn’t get faster and just seems to slow down.

The lanes are the same but there is a tunnel up there,

Step on your breaks and make everyone despair,

Change five lanes in a hundred feet,

300 cars changing lanes I hope they don’t meet,

If we could just megre,

If we could resist the road rage urge.

It’s simply moving your feet,

And staying in your lane like a fleet.

Why is this so hard,

Why can’t we use the computer driving card?

So pay attention to those around you,

And follow the signs and queues,

Because if we drive together,

So can you!

Planned obsolescence

Hey everybody look I got a new phone!

It broke shortly after,

But they replaced it with a new model,

That broke shortly after,

So I returned it for a replacement,

That broke shortly after,

So they said pay monthly for a new phone every model,

That broke shortly after.

But things used to last,

Until planned obsolescence,

My car inspection just passed,

Until planned obsolescence,

My dishwasher flys and drys,

Until planned obsolescence,

My replacement heart valve works,

Until planned obsolescence,

The world moved forward,

Because your pay went towards,

Improving your life,

Eating food and a kite,

But then it was decided thing should break,

And the ones who could say no were on the take.

So now we pay ten times for something that cost one,

We have less money to give to our son,

Our pay won’t be raised,

Because instead they congratulate for days,

The one who decided you can pay for it ten times,

With one tenth of the wage.

Yes I Can’t Do This

Yes I can do this.

All the way.

There is an order with lists,

A to do for each day.

I have woken up to start the project,

Right after coffee,

Starting to doubt myself and reject,

My pajama look sloppy.

I could go back into my bed,

Another day I will try,

I have to complete this instead,

My depression wonders why,

What was that thing I was doing again?

I should just give up,

I can’t succumb to sadness in the end,

I will start after this cup.

Buffet Blues

My eyes are endless
But my stomachs is a wimp
My dreams are limitless

But I have pockets of shrimp

The plates reach the sky

And I can afford to buy,

A dinner for two,

With food for more than a few

Thousands of options,

With buy one get all shopping,

The meal has just begun,

A song of it never ending I sung,

I reach for plate two,

Slightly outpacing you,

More comes to the table,

I don’t even read the label,

Just scoop after scoop,

I even take the fruit,

My belly growing fuller,

My mind pressing forward,

My will depleting,

My hearts heavy beating,

One more plate,

Value at steak,

Mmmm did someone say steak?

I start working my way towards the meat,

There is so much to eat,

But still, my heart is not complete,

Until there is nothing left to eat,

The pain begins to mount,

The number of plates become hard to count,

Guess I will move on to dessert,

With the chocolate fountain I flirt,

I get some cake,

After a full plate of steak,

Now one piece left,

Do I indulge my heft?

I can do it, I can eat just one more,

This was as much food as I bought at the store.

My buttons pop,

The sweat I do mop,

I can eat this last bite, as I continue this fight,

I just keep chewing,

My stomach is stewing,

I need to swallow it down,

To win the gold crown,

With one last gulp,

I swallow the schmulp,

I win the buffet,

Now I just have to get out of the chair ok.

The Struggles of Truffles

The struggles of truffles to their chocolate,

Thorns of roses cause pin pricks of love,

Over coming obstacles unbound by government,

The challenges of life chip away at the delicate,

In the city it is a pigeon instead of a dove,

The chores of adulthood interfere with childhood wonderment,

Broken hearts and loss create scars,

But we all must keep going on the next challenge,

Weaving a tapestry that has gone to far,

Chained to a desk with a heavy weight just for a car,

Every experience elevating you while leaving a little damage,

That follows you like a trail of tears and smiles made of tar,

Did it lift you up or make you burrow like a bug?

Digging deeper into the mistake laden dirt of your past,

Finding a lair and falling asleep on a fibrous rug,

So there is two sides to every person even if they act smug,

Like a loosely woven patchwork log life held together with a clasp,

Take the good with the bad and give everyone a hug.

The Dark Forest Of Terror

The cold wet forest does not protect my bones tonight.

With its high pitched howls,

Of the wind whistling and the caws of fowl,

For I fear lurking deeper in,

Are monsters who want my skin.

Their teeth sharp enough to break rocks,

They go hunting in flocks,

Looking for their next victim,

They kill and are insensitive,

My mind races as the time flies by,

Long gone is my fire, wood and smoke that reached the sky,

I have never known this danger,

Lost in a woods never seemed stranger.

Just then a flutter,

A low rumbling mutter,

Howls to the distance,

Would I even stand a chance at resistance?

My mind jarred runs scared,

And then a light over there,

Finally the morning sun starts to rise,

And I can continue my climb.

The Lotus

The first petal explains the last.

A beautiful foliage invaded your mind at last.

As the circle you see,

Encompasses me,

The bee at the center,

Grabbing nectar, so tender,

The petals pinkish hue,

Better than any sunrise you knew,

Just pink enough to warm your heart,

But so many petals your mind starts…

To count,

The recursive redundant rows,

How elegantly they flow,

On a ever inward rounding spiral,

If we could spin it it would go viral.

To a center of gleaming gold,

With the sweetest nectar folds,

It stands tall and proud,

But stoic with no movement allowed,

The flowers way of enlightenment is to grow,

And to be one with the ground you sew.

It’s aurora has a golden gleam,

That you can see in the fog it seems,

Because the lotus is all around,

It gives a hint to how the center is found.