I've gone and stood on one of them
oh god I hate them worse than phlegm
half pulverised to mangled meat
still wriggling, though near obsolete
I stood on it I say again

I feel so sick - it's caused mayhem
I wave my arms, and count to ten
my meal just may, on me, repeat
I stood on one

I know I sound like some weak femme
but those who've done it won't condemn
I scrape my heel, to try delete
the feel of slime on naked feet
bug or slug I squished it open
I stood on one
.

Oh what sorrowful time it is now,

Gather eyes of greed,
And hear for a man has passed in a dream,

Hear this news good people for he has been taken,
Taken into the infinite night of his imagination,
And behind him he leaves nothing,
But his verse,

To follow his path,
Would be pointless,
He searched for color because it exists,

Hear me good people,
With your eyes of greed,
Gather around those of you,
Who have torn hearts,

just remember me too
for having read you
like a passer by...

It is a wonderful
first time poetry
I have read of yours
I wonder if you have glossed over
any of mine...
though none will or would be
as comparable with yours
just remember me
across the green fields
or those with yellow blooming seeds
as your desire to be remembered surpasses all
and as you say....
if you can't remember me
then I will still continue
to remember thee
to read your luscious poetry

It is a language
that the heart
understands no matter the age,
as the body moves freely
to its tunes

It is a bridge between Earth
and Heaven, making people
to witness the stars twinkling
in unison in a clear, night sky,
as the trees sway to the magical
splendor that vibrates the air
with rainbow colors that only
the young at heart can see

It is a web that connects
every single thing in the Universe
to a rhythm that can surpass
past, present and future,
making our inner joy timeless