A God's view

The concrete carves the flesh of earth,
the little ants must prove their worth.
All we perceive to be so big,
Would, to a god, be but a twig.

Thousands of trees
the people, the bees,
both big and small,
both short and tall.

From the view of the heavens, with angels and harps
all that below is like spilled paint on the tarps.
A canvas of wax, painted and cut.
The squiggles and lines are both beauty and smut.

The Final Draft

The sweetest of dreams like the whitest of creams

will melt your mind to its end.

When danger's afar remember the scar
and the message she wanted to send.

When safety appears remember your fears

And you just might just come out on top.

The love and the lust like the gather of rust

Just might make the dream pop.

But the lightness of love, like the flight of a dove,

Is free and graceful and kind.

When the search is all over, like a little Mars rover,

It takes a mission to make a big find.

Like a star in the night, so pure, and so bright,

The soul is clean and so clear.

Like the dove in the sky, not timid, not shy 

I found the one I hold dear.

The greatest prize, with the grandest of size,
Is the smile you bring to my face.
In such a long hunt, came an answer so blunt.
It is better to jog than to race.
Now we're alive, toward completion we strive,
to better each other and ourselves.
To be your man, and do what I can
and with memories we'll line all the shelves.

Like a dream come true, despite shit gone through,
a record you easily break.
A night of beer and one lustful leer,
and the heart is free from its ache.
Like the wheat is gold, and the sunshine is bold,
but one day and my heart is fed.
Will it go on forever? Just never say never,
and you'll always be My Red.

Lost Thoughts

Lost are the thoughts that burn like wood
Though written they're lost in some foreign place
If I could find them, then share them I could.
If I could find them, my mind would not race.

I scribbled and scrabbled as the plane flew by
Time was my friend, and words poured
the meter and rhyme as pure as the sky,
The meanings tugged, and the message roared.

Alas! I sit, discouraged and shamed.
With only a glimpse of what I recall
In this book was my most famed!
But now life came and took it all.

Trash to most, but a treasure to me
The ink and paper held my thoughts
A small glimpse of the world that I see
But now that image slowly rots.

We have a way to save our work,
It's better than a silly book.
Life will laugh with a crooked smirk
Laughing at your angered look