hunting for nuggets

don't know what the reign us in the air
why the queen of life is searching for a king to sip
what the boogaloo is, the trap
the ever small crawling about that fills ones pants

who asks the questions
speaks abut the rotting justice in the land
as the prophets push truth across the airways in the sky
to open ears and eyes holding lies as guardians of the way

i want to know to know what to know why you're holed
up in the circular well of closed-walls and panes
why you're scared to hear some words to set you free
throw you back onto the playground of life and love

you want love like a thought digging neath the realm of magic
hunting for nuggets in the flight from truth

want something with feelings with firmness and form
a container emitting the vibrations of care

i understand i do like a moist vibration from the distant blue
like a lone egret standing in the pond like a stable post
awaiting a fish to swim near the motionless wanting heart
with gratitude to catch whatever swims within the reach of its beak

i understand i understand waiting with an anxious eye
for someone to pass by to love to hold before we die
before the sad tears of death start rolling down ones eyes
and the soft-ground of earth fills the hollows of our good-byes



*Evil cannot be destroyed, it can only be redeemed.
-Anon


*To kill evil, one must kill the significance.
-Anon


*Every happiness is the child of a separation it did not think it could survive.
-Rainer Maria Rilke