Oceans

Of time of gravity of words we do not have
We can breathe in them all
And connect them with our breaths
Only thing present in those all
One thing to them all the same now

These are not only words they are to be swam in not through
We live in a world that gets so hot we can barely take it
And so cold we can cease
If it didn't get so hot would cold feel warm like the Cleveland spring
Or like the heat of summer

I imagine our scales mean little
My pain threshold is an equal mystery
Can I hold my breath longer am I underwater
Doesn't feel so long until you see it is
don't see the attraction of eternal life
There are things I don't understand
Some of those I hope never to

There is no ocean of money
Yet there people swim
As if illusion contained as a part reality

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

Words with Friends

I wonder who knows me best
A mathematical question
Facebook knows when I am smitten
Not such a kitten of a word when you consider the root

To smote; to be destroyed
Words with friends knows something of me
The combinations and the ones I see
A deep calculus of we

Google more information find more questions
To know you know nothing
Why would you fear what they suppose they do
Shadows and whispers of the future they know not

Entombed entwined enthralled in gravity
Smitten by geography
Struck with biology

Most things will not continue in their current form
This is not something we know it is what we live
Somethings will
This is not the things we know it is the things we love

Such a gradient I have found in nothing else I do
The capacity nuanced levels
Loved ones in their niche and
They are numberless

And this wonder dies
Constructed in seven letter words
Their quantity is of one finite quality
Wonders are numberless

Science finds canceling infinities constructive
Criticism of the day measured by the way
As we find new answers we must reemerge
What we have submerged

There are more of we
Infinities coincide you know more
Best sure but which

Erie

She is not always full of rage and waves
Frozen in tracks the wind sculpts
Glass upon this night
A big dipper light years to fill

Erie is not so grand
There are no formalities betrayed
Perfect days upon her majesty
How we are not costal people is not clear to me

No To Poll Taxes

We are like the deer
They really see almost nothing
Yet I have seen forty deer run full speed  through a thick wood with no sound
What are they looking at
Or with what?

Why is euclid beach important to me
Why isn't it more important to you
The safety patrol asked me today if I liked it
They pushed half the beach in the water
Someone thought sand would be better to swim on
No one really cared

Funny seems to be more people swimming
Or perhaps it is because we are confined so
I told the safety patrol I didn't like it
The sand would soon enough be gone to mentor
No one sees this as a transfer of wealth
Misdirection I look through

Erie for such a great lake is shallow and choppy
These waves do not ignore ignorance and see with no eyes
Like the deer somehow but
Not like mammal sight so change blind
The waves have voted euclid beach you lose half your treasure

Summer is becoming enjoyable but our future not sustainable
Erie waters see different and show us their reality
Blooms do not bother her
A transfer of wealth like any poll tax poor to rich
Hardly stir her just a small place almost long forgotten