By Daton L. Fluker
What is this thing that builds and inventiveness but then diminishes away?
Pinus palustris needles bewilders in the forest.
And sadness and hate build inside the long leaf pine tree
Life is bothering the needles of the tree.
The wind blows green with darken hate.
The ground finds a place for Earth to recap itself
So does the foundation of life finding a way to weld a new Garden
God, I beg you to forgive Adam and Eve and let us venture our souls again
One moment that is very sweet to most but brutally miserable for others’
Sisters and brothers Dream in the Garden
Mothers bears fruit and the tree of life moves on butchering or fruitfully
Catch my tears with your rag
Tape my wounds and whip my ass
A thousand forever’s forgotten most are remembered but all is lost
The most valuable things are given by time
A kiss a touch and even a smell is given by time
Appetites grow uncountable
Greed penetrates kayos
Art is now captured and not canvassed
Time torture dreams but inevitably destroys us.
Nothing is Certain Not even a perennial source of water
Emulation to survive is taking away valuable time
Is this sadness are a regrettable remembrance of forever.