Indigo

[Querida]

it is of so very little consequence
lesser than when When forgot to be whence
not giving care to where one once came from
after all it was always some place
on the spinning oil drum.

one's manner, one's looks, one inner face
all did not have to interfere
now that all we have are computed cogs
and media controlled gears.

What of individuality?
What of it? That old fad, a forgotten drag
quantity has long outgrown
the importance of quality.
What of conscience?
what of care?
what of community?

All today place in the pursuit
of duplicitous vanity.

[Querida]

what a folly
that the thudding heart
always flutters
carrying one breathlessly through muddles
once naive
always budding.

reminiscing
on any fancy free
peeping shly at every dizzying peak
beating on just to win a race
never won, never done
never conquered
never sung
never even knowing its begun.

at another chance it flees
towards
the unnecessary:
the trifling free
just to exactidily
capture an idle moment
of reality-less glee.

[Querida]

for some of us
our solitudes
are grounded in the Earth.

We are its chosen vessals
and so it hungers to hold our bones.

The wily winds, conspirers all
cajole us to join
the security of the soil.

They dally past
the tendrils that tentatively
reach out...
perchance to meet
happenstance to stay

severing all from our own
flesh encased beings

and so all alone
we turn to the gusts of iridescent dreams
over lures
our minds darken
enriched only is ourselves

and the Earth awaits us longingly
a while more...

[Querida]

The solid ground sometimes gives me the slip
knowing it appears unmoving to the eye.

its man made platforms unsettles
our mankind bones.

Each structure faulting the other.

As if tarmac smothered dirt lurches for a breath
that is when it trips me best.

Each fissure causing fissure.

Each thinnish crack a cry against
the biped's concern for
straightful, stride-easy strolls.

Verdant growth lays unknown
its fate sealed
under stripe laden strips.

Monstrous carts callously compress
toxic tainted murals
upon a much wearied body.

Each simmering, smelting cover a man-wrought burn.

[crazy]

for some of us
our solitudes
are grounded in the Earth.

We are its chosen vessals
and so it hungers to hold our bones.

The wily winds, conspirers all
cajole us to join
the security of the soil.

They dally past
the tendrils that tentatively
reach out...
perchance to meet
happenstance to stay

severing all from our own
flesh encased beings

and so all alone
we turn to the gusts of iridescent dreams
over lures
our minds darken
enriched only is ourselves

and the Earth awaits us longingly
a while more...

good one

[Designer]

Nice lyrical imagery

for some of us
our solitudes
are grounded in the Earth.

We are its chosen vessals
and so it hungers to hold our bones.

The wily winds, conspirers all
cajole us to join
the security of the soil.

They dally past
the tendrils that tentatively
reach out...
perchance to meet
happenstance to stay

severing all from our own
flesh encased beings

and so all alone
we turn to the gusts of iridescent dreams
over lures
our minds darken
enriched only is ourselves

and the Earth awaits us longingly
a while more...

[Querida]

Thank you Designer! Nice to read your comments again

[Querida]

My Apologies to those who find profanity in poor taste...but I could not convince myself to change what wanted to be written.

Aloneso and Dolores met
on a Warm Sun Shiny Day.

It didn't last...

the weather i meant.

As the two were
thrown together
by a thundering Tornado

They realized that nothing
was too sacred to sacrifice
when you are scared shitless

And so they parted hereafter
knowing their love
was not worth
a Hurricane.

[Querida]

Im and Er
Were not appy, ealthy or even umourous two.

two did not eed own parents.
two did not eed own friends.
two only did wat was needful.
so now two learned eavily.
two own earts cannot be on eart.

but atleast two made it Happen.

[Querida]

what happens now and then
cannot be as unusual
as the things you take for granted
not happening at all.
many may not be breathing
to see that very day,
when everything you've known
makes no sense nor does it obey
whatall you thought and taught.
so merely see how merry
things are as you have always
known them to be.
though what happens now and then
may alter
it does not take away
what you or me and too few others
can depend on day through day.