Nature Poem

A rock stands the lonesome guardian of a hill

The grassy slopes crawl to it's base

It was here then, it is there now, and always will be

Each crack and chip creating a shadow, gives the rock a face

Sitting on top, admiring, wondering, watching

A small tree has begun to grow from a dirt filled crevasse

Views all around, no wonder the rock chose to stay here

I lay down and fall asleep with a breeze as my sheets

Free Association

The Melody of the moment

Everyone in Tune with each other

The wind, the sun, the Singing

Driving to wherever 

Freedom falls through the window

A final destination is Open for suggestions

List of Things I Enjoy:

Rock warmed by the sun bringing life to my hands

Air like rain without a cloud in the sky

Days where all I can remember is the smell of pine

Falling and not caring if I'm caught

The motion of waves lifting and dropping my body

My fingers clinging together with sap

Tent zippers used as my alarm

Being outdoors and only thinking about the moment

Knowing that something could hurt, but still doing it

Looking at the sky from under water

Listening to nature

Climbing anything, anywhere, to see the view from the top

Ballad

Mary Worth, I can see your pain

What could Drew have done to you?

The shadows become darker in the frame

Although you're in a comic, your words are so true

Your emotions perpetually trapped on paper

Plots twist and no one could have guessed

I know Mary is real, it would be impossible to fake her

Although your feelings change each day, you never change the way your dressed

Now you're caught up in it

Men, once again, have foiled your life

What did they do? The possibilities are infinite

You'll persevere, you've seen so much strife

I'll know what happens tomorrow what happens next

Tonight my dreams will involve your text 

Tomorrow I won't be quite as perplexed

As I flip every morning to C5 direct

Minority Poem

I open my eyes, but it's always night

Colors are fantasies, like light

All of my thoughts are dreams

My touch pictures things

People see my family, see me

They think how hard it must be

I know their looks are sad

But I'm fine, I cannot miss something I've never had

Haiku

unzipping tent flaps

no sheets, no clothes, pure comfort

peace made with nature

carefree, time is lost

humidity sticks to me

sitting silently

spray of the water

sitting, thinking, listening

rocks warmed by the sun

mittens warm cold hands

gliding down glistening hills

red cheeks stuck smiling

colors mix and melt

drifting leaves in the breeze fall

wind tickles my nose