Weeds and Flowers

There is a fire in the heart of life

One thing that will consume you

Simple to put into words because they don't mean enough

Strategies you find is what is about some weeds prefer to be picked

Seeds strewn to the wind what is domesticated brings shadows

We compete for them where they would not have won

Flowers the fruit what sustains us

Lost in the weeds was not an expression I thought I would need to explain

Wasn't sure what the words were I could only feel what I meant

What is your defenition of illegal?

Language changes every day

In our garden we break ground and plant a flower

Weeds grow in our rows

To the monarch one weed is all they want

Leaner times are defined by easy days

Or they would not be so hard

This milk weed must have loved us

A butterfly affect direct

We find ourselves on opposite sides

Dangerous because there is no need for GMO

There are no flowers without weeds

Getting dirty is healthy

Seperation isn't possible

Illusions are fantasy are passing

There are moments that create life

Time that is alive

This is about love how it will lead you here

Of a weed or flower or fruit or seed

There is a circular logic defined to be insufficient 

There are two sides to a whole

Strategies you find is what we are all about

Domesticated believing or own myths

Not everything can always get better

Not everything was worse

Washing Tons

Externalities are not like infinities to be canceled
O that they were
The math has been done and we are not close to sustainable
Each dollar made sows uncertainty in the future
The accountants know and not surprisingly no one listens

I've worked their holiday parties and saw no one
These fascinating numbers abstract to our world
Not cut off but only a small attachment
Worlds dividing worlds colliding can be ignored to a point
They could be wrong yet no others will offer any answer

What would you do?  Your laundry?
The bread of life is for the weeds and the flowers

Ubber Betty

There is an internal short hand
That only has one context
Not everybody defines left and right
We can live like cardinals
Aligned magnetically or photographically
In some way

There are no extra words
That meaning encapsulated emancipated
Not for any others understanding
Expressed like gentle rain again to the sea
A physical geographical eventuality

What can be understood is yours
What I express is mine
How I think to which words I say
Written here I have no concern
Actually mostly complete in my task

There are these large accomplishments in life that can't be shared
They can be poetry
And how she moved what it expressed to me
What I understand is mine
What she is hers

Love in the verb sense
Done did gone