Tag: Songwriter

When you really need someone to listen
Speak with the coniferous
I don't mean that symbolically
I mean honestly talk with conviction

Other people aren't always
Fitted for the worthy position
And the ones who just might get it
Will still insist on their opinions

The arbor has wisdom
That we didn't know existed
Until we sit with it
Against it's nourishing steadiness

With assistance in it's persistence
Omit within stillness
The occasional creak
Lilting in the wind it acknowledges us

It's giving with willingness
To shelter and shade
Fresh air biofiltration
The framework for warmth and written communication

Nature graciously sent us these sentients
As sentinels
Stoically overlooking as kinfolk
With such strength sturdy, yet so gentle

Evergreen ever grateful.

Reciprocity, give and receive often
That's our philosophy
Or at least it ought to be
The common theme ideology

We're not without the offering
The generosity of all we see
Someone worked long and hard
To provide the things you often need

They wrought to the bone
Worn heart and soul
At what cost, what was lost
Hopefully we'll know the toll

Ethology, anthropology
Various studies composited
Probably don't fully perceive
The level of effort exhausted

Hardships and woes
Roles earned and lost and molded
We've all participated
Not as individuals but as a whole

Billions of years totaled
Billions of years to go
Wholly easy to be lost in the fold
But you're woven into whats sewn

I let them get to it I did
I thought I was unsusceptible yet
They got me nonchalantly
I folded like origami

What taught me I might be immune
Because I got infected so soon
Full blown sepsis seeped in
Who knew the depths that it intrudes

Disingenuous cultivators
Planting the seed that grew
Into a weed an invasive species
That sullies what else could bloom

But it's not true this knot weed
Is caught in a rock and a hard place
Often only the most hardened
Gnarled vines can sustain

But in the soil there lays
In place a seed with grace
That does not go away
In the root of you ingrained

Some day it my bloom through
The concrete, the pavement
The urban landscape we've made
Loving seeds of nature finds a way.

Whatever is in there
It wishes to come out
Don't bitterly greet it 
With resistance and doubt

Allow yourself to surrender
Which seems counter to culture
Our culture at least
Where tension is normal

But it can't be ignored
This voice left unspoken
Don't hold it in your throat
Your chest, and abdomen

Hollow it'll become
Corrosion, erosion
A hole in the pit of your stomach
Is from this unmet emotion

Your hopes and purpose
Motives and scope
Your whole expression exposed
Impressionist portrait

Evoke what your withholding
Drop the rope, pick up the brush
Pick up the pen, pick up the microphone
And open up.