Humility

I’ve learned some things lately
I do love to learn… but lessons, not terms
In eyes blue, and yellow days no more; I mourn
But, not so many moments as before, no storms

There are some people I’ve found
That feel very comfortable to be around
I wonder why that must be…
Is it trust, perception or direction that -draws me

I usually find, I’m rational and sound
Why do foolish mistakes still haunt me
I find when I’m floating, some make me ground
Today I find -it is he

KAS

Regret me not

It saddens me, when I say too much
That I let it flitter away
In moments of truth, I don't suppress
Life that I live in the day

KAS

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Opportunity

Time walks closely to my breath now
He wanders in and out of it, warmed by it

I turn when wondering, call out when cold
It doesn't matter much, these feelings I hold

In clearings now, its fading
his whisperings are waining

No matter as the world does cusp
Many new opportunities, in dawn to dusk

KAS

It rains in New England
falling heavy and blue
In calls of bewilderment
the streets flow, I'm infused

The nights talk of temperament
solemn; unbalanced in hue
seeping surfaces, sponges spent
sopped thick and porous, bursting with dew

Still.., I like it
The scent and the crisp
I like the cool summer and brisk

It calls for sweetness and saunter
...and muffled noise
it purrs with contentment; natures voice

KAS

Genuinely Forward

In forthcomingness, I tell you
All that is, that feels
It's not with intent
more for life's appeal

I do not hinder information
as decisions are made
It's in false formations
That mistakes are out played

I have found far more benefit
In sharing my soul
Than experienced detriment
From all thats been told

KAS

Time

Like little ripples of water disturbed
I live for it

It walks its dogs in ropes and spurs
I die for it

You tell me lies, I cry, I fret
I survive with it

I think and ponder and wonder, in retrospect
I'm ashamed of it

But really, why do I do such things- or think of them being done?
time calls for it

Bird wing

Its passive nature, flipping softly, raising air and small bits of matter
Eyes drawn and beat and haven. The frail soft bird spoke notes,
not in a summer breeze
Of blue and white and greys, in hues of texture
and had some days seen better
Caged within bars, drawing weight and flatter;
it sat dark and oppressive among iron trees

KAS

Opportunity Not

I’m sad today
Not to say too much of sadness
Though I rarely am able to stay

Generally a happy soul
Though reminiscent of a pessimist toll
I falter rarely to this toil

My thoughts are dimmer in this state
Confidence lacking, hardness awake
I wonder why it waits

I’m sad for you
Sad for me
For all that’s been and what can’t be

Timing

Its’ drops hit earth expectantly, like claws the ground begins to crawl
With liquid momentum and pulse, you tell me no
When winters pass and earth softens, the rains begin to fall
Like tussles with the gods, I cry, you reach for me to go

It hurts, but feels alive- as he tells me how I’ve lied
Fake and untrue, my grain is no legitimate substitute
How to explain that it is not now I’m false, but then, I cry
You linger in momentous trepidation and repulse- I refute

In vein, I muster strength, in time I halter recourse
The rains wet my soul, as claws crawl up my skirts
I hunger and repulse from it, I fondle with the source
You leave me with no options, I fall in mud and sand so course

The sky rumbles with spewing anger, pouring to the earth with vigor
Cool dirt and pitter patter, splashing and trickling blind my ears
My face streaming, joining the rains, the blood the thunder
It is not with lies I told you, but truths, my dear

Vulnerable

Like turbulent tides of exertive organic emotion, I claim it.
Walking behind its shadow in flat tones, blue currents
It wraps me

You wonder, I hear.
The thoughts hang heavy in air
The oppression of robes of red and fear

The trees have leaves now, green and fertile in youth
New beginnings, new passages, new life
Cells and processes spring forth from this implied, seasonal death

I inhale its sweet nectar, its fragrance of freedom
Like palatable realism and truth
I expose myself through words

KAS

Water, Life

Droplets cling to the pane of the window I peer from
Its remnants apparent in the weight of the air
Birds sing its praise, as insects scuttle in its life granting wake
Joy and excitement dominate fear

I notice, in times of distress and wonderment
We think of the past… or, the past thinks of us
And yells its lessons learned; it pests
It cautions and taunts and alludes to solutions- thinking best

Flapping wings disperse fragments of dew
Branches dangle and vibrate and move
Ground cover waits its turn at the treat
Oh wonderful water of nutrition and deceit

Walking and talking and peering at time
Humans toil and concern and analyze
…For what, to deny the real
To obscure the thought, the reality- life’s zeal

KAS

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It's not sage that lingers, but lies
Everywhere seems dim
Today is a sense of causeless distress

Like looming branches
It's oppression holsters the dice
It adores you and I

Early Spring

Like rocks retaining heat, it's warmth sucked cold by earth, I walk in Boston
The trees are swaying restlessly in these rainy new england days
Wandering minds and hands and feet, rustling bags and dirty streets
Eyes focused, astray and wandering... the subway grinding, we walk

I find it peculiar.
The thoughtless focus, loud noises of thought, emotion and energy merging
Smells of air, moistness, perfumes.. wisps of cold subway wind and sprinkling mists
Cars and people and time. Moving and passing in and out of attraction

My thoughts are richer in town, en route, in mindlessness
To think and ponder and scrutinize. To review this days bad news.
Tomorrow, it rains. I plan to relish in newenglandism, by going out anyway.
I can think of nothing better to shush the chaos, than Boston
on a warm, rainy night.

KAS

Atoms

In ninety four combinations, they lie
Intrinsic partners of opposites, attracted
Keeping order, Energy's fury wizzing by

Life, the remnant of stars passing
Death, the birth of new
The same amount, reused

To attract and never touch
The delicacy's of balance
The energy- always enough

It pains me to think
That in terms such as this
Our lives are but combinations- of unrest

KAS