Human

a tree stands tall
the sun rises up
a rabit moves fast
but a human
can be all three
if they just try

Seen

If you had something that someone else did not,
would you walk past, unseeing
or would you share it to them, unseen

Freedom

freedom has a price
every ounce
freedom of life
is a gift
not a right,
freedom of choice
is hard to come by,
but freedom of speech,
you are the hardest freedom to get
for when they say you have it.
do you really?
or, like the freedom of truth
is it lost and out of reach
until you are free at last

All

all of you gather
all around me
the house that will never be a home
the bee that is not alone
Earth that is not in health
the ant in the maze of ground
the tree of old
a home a house will never be
come to me
to see a life
to rise
to run
before it is gone
and life is lost

House

I must return
to the field of blue
where the house
in the dessert
is no home of mine

Bee

The smell of sugar from the sun
The smell of them pulls me
to a field
my brothers gathering
They bring it home
to the mother

Earth

floating in darkness
only a baby as company
and a ball of flame
but i'm not alone
i feel them
on me under my skin
choking me
slowly
until i am no more