The turgid brown dirty rolling river But above the Aspen stands tall Leaves quivering, shaking, falling But Aspen roots go deep Aspens do not fall Each leaf that in the water drifts Another life does fade Each leaf that on the soil lands Another life regained
He wanted to plant a tree for our anniversary An oak tree. I thought it ludicrous being the first year But his heart was dead set on forever while mine was still unsure ten years ago.
Little Tibet shade tree Under sitting am i A fantasy in mind True reality buried In compulsive reflexive avenues Travailed again and again Like speech flowing And legs walking The self appears then disappears And re-appears To brains karmic rhythm manifest Unto every each their own Generated light stuff Transformed
TITLE-IT'S TIME TO DECORATE THE TREE-BY R.SATTANNI
IT'S time to decorate the xmas tree SO much fun for you and me- OUR cats love our ornaments and such- They play with them so much- The cats like to tear up the gifts galore- Whenever we place them on the floor- Every year the cats attack the tree- Giving more work for you and me- This year no doubt will be the same- AS we kind of play our game- Yelling at our cats by their name- Someday this will all be in the past- And we will have a tree that will last- THE END
Down no plains of flowing grass Up no hills of trees that stand What tips your hat? Where is your flaw? Disillusioned taste Defused for all, mimicked In the voice of a flower Through hearts of trees, outstretching Complex, limbs hidden Simply facilitated In common goal, conditioned Used for all; How do you stand? Quite so tall In divined obsession It seems to find all Nurtured and withdrawn Concealed in fixation No one finds your flaw For there's none at all Yet from deception, true love finds all In this shambled; shrine, Not flawed in design Nurtured from unseen Confronted with existence.
Distant traffic noise Coming from all sides Pine tree arbour In the middle of the fields It's where you reside, where you reside, where you reside At night
Suburban ghost You freak me out With the wind waves Making the dried leaves sound It's when I forget, when I forget, when I forget I am going to die
Little rain drops Coming down On the wet wood In the burning fire It's where I reside, where I reside, where I reside At night
Almost sleeping And beer drunk Tripping over Lying on the ground It's when I forget, when I forget, when I forget I am going to die
On the bench In the pine tree arbour Birds are singing In the morning breeze It's where I reside, where I reside, where I reside Thinking over
Feeding the brain With my brother Smoking and Singing with the birds It's when I forget, when I forget, when I forget Soon all will be over
