The tree play's a lonely solitary stance.
Upon the wind it sways and dance's.
Stretching its arm as far it can reach.
Shedding its bounty of pears so sweet.
It is just a tree.
Unlike us it is free.
Proud and strong in a changing moods.
Bearing fruit tender and good.
Still its leaves are shimmering green.
When autumn comes a change can be seen.
Leaves changing color to a golden brown.
And falling softly to a velvety ground.
In the wind you catch the rustling sound.

#1
Self professed genius
multiple advanced degrees
can't find car at Wal-mart
#2
Unsure why I take this action
or how to impliment
like the plan?
#3
Five trillion dollars more
unimaginable number
so much for "change"
#4
Tiny thong
bane of modesty
especially on him

Mon Frere Blasé (Spoken Word) performed @Poetry Project (A performance piece
 

I thought you being gone for awhile
would be good
good to miss you
I thought you being gone from breadth
would be great
to adore you more

but found out I was missing you
things weren't quite right
missing you like a light
realized no sun in the sky;
couldn't see colors
and day
stayed night everlasting forever . . .

One Drink to get the engine started
Two and I feel a rumbling starting
The Third and Fourth, There Lives within glass were rather short
As I looked at the fifth, I heard a voice insist "Slow down sport"

I must admit I've never been drunk so quick
Just before I rushed the next drink twards my lips
A fellow combatant hysterically admitted