Parts of Me

Take from my words the meaning that you will
Steal the colors from my palette and the shapes from my canvas
Learn the words and chords to my song
Caress the cloth and textures of my creation
Inhale the incense and the taste from my garden
All of these you are free to do
Yet you will never know the passion, the pain, the presence
The conflict that brought about what is mine
The parts of me that you covet so much...

Nature's Voice

Constant is her tone today, filling the background with rushing breath

Playing the branches, wires, eves and vents, creating voices that fill the air

Finding the cracks n crevices n holes, stealing her way inside where she can

Raising plumes of dusty specks in shafts of the powerless winter sunlight

Humming a constant tune, droning on throughout the day, never ending

Rising to an untimed crescendo now and then, trading purrs for growls or roars

Articulating her strength, her power, her omnificence over her kingdom

Scattering the remnants of summer’s death alongside the flotsam of mankind

Only to return to the invariable monotonous near silent eolian hum

Eventually dissipating along with the daylight,

Relieving the anxiety and strain caused by her song,

Turning invisible and silent once again.