Serving Time – Incarceration of both sides –

 “They kept me in a cage for too long because now every room I am standing in is just another cell.” – Raegan Butcher, Rusty String Quartet
 

 

You were my lover and a thug too
We got together, I quickly knew
Days went by and nights we do
Your criminal mentality showed straight through
Sirens coming now, the boys in blue
This was it, I’d serve time with you
Doors clicking on the inside and you knew
mind clicking on the outs, I’m serving time with you
You were spinning, calls not going through
I was spinning, serving time with you
Letters, so many letters, all holding a clue
That my love, I’m serving time with you.
Soon the days will be through
Last days of serving time with you
Freedom it calls, everything new
I’ll have to do it again, serving time with you

Also published in Broowaha
First published in Opinions Of Eye

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The One –

“You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good.”
Kiera Cass, The One

I feel them all, touching, grabbing, holding
So why you? Your tongue, your caress
I feel them all, pulling, forcing, trying
So why you? Your eyes, your touch
I feel them all, flicking, tricking, maneuvering
So why you? Your breath, your sigh
I feel you all, holding, pushing, exciting
So why you?, your tingle, your rush?
I’ve seen broken, I’ve seen distressed
So why you? Your peace, your calm
I’ve seen heartache, I’ve seen pain
So why you? Your peaceful easy feeling?
I’ve seen desperation, I’ve seen panic
So why you? Your gentle, your easy
I’ve seen disgust, I’ve seen chaotic
So why you? Your taste, your violation?
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First published in Opinions Of Eye.com

Pleasant Company – Nature’s brotherhood

“Our task must be to free ourselves… by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and it’s beauty.” Albert Einstein

DMW Sager

Start off easy, morning sun, waves in the distance, crashing their applause. Wind tickles the leaves creating an uproar of green and brown laughter. The wind again, running through the boughs, skipping with childish delight from one branch to the next. Spotlights, sun breaking through the tropical canopy, like lights on a dance floor. The trees give up a few tired friends, they fall to the ground, a crackle, snap, and a crunch, their dieing cry. Some stubborn appendages hang on for dear life, rigor mortise has their woody fingers clinging to rebellion against nature’s whips. Through the clearing, a dark blue sea, a stark contrast to the subtle deep green and yellow new growth. Not to be forgotten even miles away from its brother forest, waves cheer back, their voice carried by the mediating wind. Peace my younger brothers, sing with exuberance at the arrival your visitor.