Rivers are not lazy...

It’s we human only
who tend to go slow
rivers continue to flow
ere the banks overflow
and
cause floods
which even Gods wouldn't know
how to un-flow

so rivers of life as we all now know
continue to flow
as before
no matter how lazy we are.

all are in waiting on the far bank
hope we all swim by
the lazy river of strife
you all now deliver
as a river of life
so very inordinately slow

Why would I look up the sky at night
when stars in your eyes shine bright
while finger tips on your cheeks glide
with a soft sigh you open them wide

Why would I look up the sky tonight
when your embrace holds me tight
feels like heaven held in your arms
turned on by your seductive charms

Why would I look up the starlit night
when your form is lit in their light
countless goosebumps are roused
on the shimmering skin aroused

Sometimes, at times there's a feeling at the bottom most pit
in ones form
why do we compose...
and
expect others to repose,
faith in what one does say,
poetry is just a manner to display,
the nuances of the innermost
depths of one's own conflict,
why upon others our misery
do we have to inflict?

this sunset guillotine
with its silver smile
beneath the rambling storefront mile
the golden hills
forgotten ore mills
and Joshua trees
that shine their spines
on the low powered stars
that glide winking in the night
the coyote that beats the rabbits fright
the neons flicker
like the corner state inspection sticker
aching hunkered at the bar
drinking liquor
well a Rolla Wurlitzer spits out the weary
welcome miles
the friendly gals with their patented smiles