Random Burst of Poetry

Precious

The seed is sown
The plant begins
Planted, it becomes
More than itself
More than anything
It wants
To live
To grow
It will or won't
There is no middle ground
This time
God
Is dead
Or asleep
Or apathetic
Or, maybe, invisible
And still working
Baby steps, don't know
Always there, like
Training wheels
But you still fall
Still scrape your knee
And I clean the wound
And kiss your forehead.

Poetry

Poetry is life,
Only simplified and
More ambiguous.
Tell a story
Only you can hear.

Fore some reason,
Your medium speaks
To me
Flows through me
I am a lightning rod
For words in verse.

Now, as never before,
I understand.
I get it.
Finally.
I am born.

Be sulky.
It suits you.
It makes you feel like
You are more
Than you are.

Contemplation

He sits
On the steps,
Chewing his apple
In the rain.

Is it wrong?
To wonder about things?

His dog sits next to him,
On the steps,
Chewing her stick.
She wants to play.

What is it like to be old?
What do other people think about?

It was a hot day,
Before the rain,
And now the dog revels in it.
The man doesn't notice.

What is it like to be someone else?
What happens when a person dies?

He finishes his apple,
Gives the rest to the dog.
She gnaws happily
On the core.

How long is eternity?
Is something really ever universal?

Man and dog,
Two animals,
Sit on the steps,
Thinking.

Tage

Heute bin ich
Eine Ku, wer
Ist zu alt
Milch zu geben.
Gestern war ich
Ein Vogel, wer
Hatte zu viel
Fliegen.
Und morgan bin ich
Das Maus, wer
In die Eche ist
Und jetzt kommt
Die Katze Mich zu halten
Von weg gehen.