Little Worth written by Daton L. Fluker on August 31, 2010.
Dedicated to Freddie Mercury.
What is this thing that builds and inventiveness but then diminishes away?
Pinus palustris needles bewilders in the forest.
And sadness and hate builds inside the long leaf pine tree.
Life bothers 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 find a way to weld a new garden.
God, I beg you to forgive Adam and Eve and let us venture our souls again.
It’s that one moment that is very sweet to most, but still brutally miserable for others.
Sisters and brothers dream in our garden.
Mothers bear fruit, and the tree of life moves on butchering us 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 tortures dreams but inevitably destroys us.
Nothing is certain not even a perennial source of water.
The emulation to survive has taking away valuable time.
Is this sadness are a regrettable remembrance of forever?