Deep And Nagging

Humanity is emotion, emotion is the senses,the senses train you to be human.

Up is down or to  the side. There is no west & east only reality & are parameters. Humans our imperfect so we must add boundaries to contain ourselves form the perfection of our world, to understand  its order. Imperfection is perfection already laid out in our world. We try to understand it & as such see imperfection. Perfection is seamless, man must add borders, so he can squabble for territory and rights. We can't understand perfection. Everything working together in harmony is perfection.  
 

Ryhme

Its 7:09

Pajama Time

Oh my that Rhymed

Thought Oct 1st

Sunset and sunrise without the hours before we couldn't tell the difference.

Grass Growing

The glimmer of sunlight 

On a rare few grass blades

Shadows falling over and on their side

Oh devine

Afternoon Lullaby

Ah the melody 

The hymn of cars gone by

Ruffling of grass between your fingers

A distant train is hooting 

The crunchiness of a leaf toyed with by the wind

Now and again jingle of keys to someones own beat

Sudden Rush Whoosh of leaves and wind overpowering everything

Every now and again the whoop whoop of planes over head

The shift of willow 

The scent of a true warm breeze

Tickle of your hair brushing against your face

The nearly invisible wisps of clouds stretched to near nonresistance

Ah crescendo 

  The patter of feet on concrete

A lullaby

Sweet symphony 

To slumber

Without a worry without a fear or care

By green & yellow sleep tight 

The fall is coming 

Red hints at true

The little brown helicopters twirl through the air 

Down to the earth for their becoming 

The clover is my bed, remnant leaves & blades of grass adds its volume

Oh let me drift to sleep

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh    

Toys

Wooden toys and string.

Straw, coarse fabric and dye

Craftsmanship and fine tuning

Balls, and bats and strings

Dolls with beaded eyes,

With threaded hands

Mini cars with spinning wheels

Robotosize deal

Now it moves and talks nearly without you dear children

Dried Leaf

A crinkled heart,

Edges frayed,

Stem unstrait.

One side of bright luster,

Bright yellow & orange 

Pigmented with dots of brown.

Speckled with white 

And even tiny black drops

The other side drab,

Dimmed of its color

Tan not unlike us,

With even darker freckles 

Some Larger 

Some smaller

4 main white to the tip, 

And still black speckles.

CRUNCH

AND IT IS GONE   

Look Up and Around

Warm Night 

Without Starlight

The Sun Nearly Engulfed To The West

Sky Of Blue Midnight

A Blinking Light

Remnant Of A Dead Age

The Last Dying Spark

A Single Light On A Sign

Of A Dead Buisness