Maybe It Wasn't Designed to Last

I'm new to making buildings

But give me what I need

and I'll start making something

a sight for the unseen

I could make anything I want

I could make it tall

and reach new heights

kids can paint some ugly pictures

and call me a kid

with the job I did

for what I made won't last a living

This rickety thing will come down

and cover the spot where it falls

an embarrassing smile for this part of town

But here's to making something

perhaps this time I'll read

And take some time for thinking

but give me what I need

and I could make anything I want

I could make it tall

and reach new heights

A JESTER IN MY OWN COURT

Everyday you stand in the way

You stand in the way of my path

Why don't I just walk right around you today

So easy to just walk around you

"Hello" I say

"How are you today"

I give in a bit of my time

Your arm you display

"Come join me this way

Come join me and I'll show you something that pleases your mind"

"I have something to do"

"You had something to do"

"I had something to do but I guess it can wait for a while"

Give my will a swallow as I slowly follow the man with the sinister smile

UNLEARNING

Exploring, foraging, forging,

Storming, stealing, and storing

Leaving nothing for the rest to find

(They'll tirelessly look and never find some rest if they survive)

We'll take it all and walk right down the path of victory

For pleasing every taste we own

And owning everything we know

The best advice that I have yet received is "just say no."

EVOLVED TO SEE RIGHT THROUGH IT

I'm here to catch some fish today

and spend some time alone.

And listen to the grass of may,

so shimmery when blown.

Today the water's clear.

It's absolutely clear.

I pierce the surface with my eyes

and spy upon the little guys.

Those funny little flying fish

that move around down there.

I'd join them if I had my wish,

and travel everywhere.

a bird calls overhead

it flys right overhead

I feel the breeze upon my skin

and think of what I'm sitting in

If I would put my bucket rim

down first upon the lake

then grab the sides and push it in

the water should intake

but nothing goes inside

no nothing goes inside

Just what is there that blocks it's path?

Perhaps I'm sitting in a bath.

I feel a jerk upon my line

and quickly spin my reel.

He twists and flips and won't resign

and gasps through the ordeal.

Out here he can't explore.

He's dead if he explores.

The flopping makes a slow commute

and breathing needs a special suit.

I guess I'd need my own suit too

if I was out in space.

I'd flap my arms and try to move

but I'd be stuck in place.

I think that I would look

the same way fish can look.

But I relax here in my place

and let the breeze caress my face.

Back in he swims for his lake bed

and thinking here I stall.

The better I see overhead

the more he sees at all.

Today the air is clear.

It's absolutely clear.

Invisible is space between;

it's everywhere but still unseen.

A clever person must have been

the first to name the air.

With peaceful space to take things in,

no worries and no care.

And time to just relax.

I sit here and relax.

I take a breath and I recline

and think because I have the time.

HIDDEN POTENTIAL

Ahh, there you are

Where did you come from

You must have been hidden somewhere

First you pour into me

Now you are me

Now you change me like I'm the incredible hulk

Or the incredible coward

Or in love

Or what else?

Where do you go and why can't I always have you?

IN MY OWN FOREST

there

i saw

he ran in

he ran right in

i swear i saw it

he could get lost in there

and no one would know but me

i'd better go in and find him

he can't be far now past the tree line

this is my forest, i'll know my way through

"hey!"

"hello!"

"you out there!"

he won't answer

i have to go in

hmm, which way should i go

one direction of many

any direction of many

this way is just as good as any

the trees are thicker than i remember

hmm

no sign

"are you there!?"

i can't hear him

maybe he's hiding

he could be anywhere

"hello, are you in trouble?"

nothing... is he fooling with me?

there are so many places to hide

better to start over with a new path

there

that way

i'll try that

i'll go slow now

take my time to look

why would he wander off?

i just can't understand him

and i can't remember his face

maybe he didn't wander this way

maybe he's moving instead of hiding

where,

where is...

where am i?

i was there last

i'll retrace my steps

let's see, i checked that tree

oh, then i was over there

I'll be damned if these trees aren't mine

I'm of no use if I'm lost myself

that's where I started... maybe he's back now

yes

right here

I'll stay here

just to be safe

it will be dark soon

and as more time passes

the more hidden he could be

I'll be relieved when I find him

he might make his way to the entrance

maybe he didn't wander off too far

prints!

foot prints!

I'll check those

over this way

or maybe this way

let's see let's see let's see

those are mine, those are mine right?

I can't tell, damn it I can't tell

Why didn't I think to do this first

I should have been thinking to do this first

Damn!

Damn him!

He left me!

Where could he be?

Damn it, ahh! damn it

he could be lost out there

it's going to be dark soon

"hey you out there, please answer me!"

where is he, where is he, where is he

I'll check the, no I, maybe he, oh god!

breathe

calm down

don't panic

this is not good

what else can I do?

it's his own fault really

I'm doing my best out here

why would he just walk off like that

there's nothing left to do now but wait

it's not my fault he's being so careless

phew,

tired

it's dark now

snap out of it

gotta stay awake

he'll come back, he's got to

the best I can do is wait

no good panicking in error

I'll just sit at the base of this tree

try to relax for just... wait, what was that?

A POEM TO BE READ BY BEES AND SPIDERS

To live like a bee, to live like a spider

while keeping the ocean of human emotion

(ignore that it would weigh a ton).

Though clearer you see with an overview wider

(and seeing that way can be fun),

to be them just might give the proper perspective

on how life unfurled in your own little world,

little one.

Your will was to build up your own perfect house on the hill.

You sought out to spin

web perfectly thin.

But now that it's over you are the proud owner of it,

and there's nothing left but to stop and to rest for a bit.

You sit and you think

of strings and of links.

You may be surprised that you're sitting there perfectly still.

Inside of your head is a very big space

where you get to build an intangible place.

The web of your thoughts can't be seen by your race

little spider.

Your home is a part of the whole for as long as you've known.

You're always around,

not lost and not found.

How can you compare and contrast what you share with the group?

You ponder yourself: "Do I have my own wealth off the loop?"

You never can find

the ways to define,

and looking around it is clear that you'll never be shown.

When faced with a mirror you surely can't see

the thoughts and the feelings of "you" and of "me,"

and nothing of A's B's or C's or of D's

little bee.

When cozy and perched you may notice when weather is rosey.

With no more commitments

you look to the distants

and loaded with feelings you spy on them tediously.

You wish to devour but can't find the power to flee.

The question you fear:

"Who comes over here?"

Outside of your safety net you have no guts to be nosey.

With no one to tell you the hill can be climbed

the steps are then taken toward feeling resigned.

The rhythm of them will go straight to your mind

little spider.

When winging around it is not just yourself you are bringing.

Here everything's done

together as one.

You go through the motions for everyone knows the same dance.

Perhaps you're aware, too, that everyone wears the same pants.

and you may bring fear

when your swarm draws near.

You surely would jump off the cliff when it comes down to stinging.

Wherever you go you're attatched by a tether

from laughing and crying and flying together.

Your differences surely erode with the weather

little bee.

You wouldn't be told that you don't keep your place looking good.

It's your only goal

that you can control.

For what you possess you could give a fine lesson on order.

You sure look prepared for who falls unaware in your border.

But no one will know

that way that you sew;

a graceful technique but when teaching you're misunderstood.

Your web keeping dance is a lovely affair,

but methods of spinning it you'll never share,

for no one out there knows the beat of your snare

little spider.

The task just to organize such a large number is vast.

Oh some must be lost,

and some must be tossed,

and every new day has a stunning display of routine;

a maze for not beating your heads just to keep the place clean.

Though hard you may strive

you're stuck with your hive.

With work to be done there's no time left to change up the caste.

It's great to have talents that someone can use.

Results can be grandest when ideas can fuse,

but are you aware if you're part of a ruse

little bee?

To live like a bee, to live like a spider.

Sure they have less choice, no instructional voice,

but built well to properly run.

Both cases it seems that you'll be an insider

as part of the buzz or home spun.

But you'll find some options in mental adoptions

for how life unfurls in your own little world

little one.