spring night sounds

chill in the air
but the day was warm
night cooled it down quick
but cold nights seems
to be gone
fire from across the yard
hear it snap and pop
along with all the other
spring night sounds
we all know the sound
night silence makes
especially being here
forty years same childhood
sounds watching my nephews
and niece grow up on the same
land and rolling through
the memories
how these forty years have
brought about so much change...

420 all day anyway

six strains in the bag
the day began early
absolutely above the clouds
talked to the former Mrs
the guilt wave never misses
any day and with herb eye pray
Jah saw another path
able to maintain above the clouds
years never missing a day
today is a day for everyone to step
up and raise one up to the sky
burn one down to be high in the mind
plant put here no different
than all the rest
six strains locally grown
all the derogatory comments
have now become compliments
to the confidence in the healing
properties of the herb
no matter four twenty or not
riding on another plane
as one roars overhead
like the clouds blown
they are my own
started off with
six strains in the bag...

escaping time

time just escapes
at times ironic, no?
time never stops
but days pass between writings
in the book
thoughts pop up
like colors
the flowers start
to pop too
around the pond
the landscape is
constantly changing...

confusion

dropping bombs again
who knows who
is lying now
what’s the point
trying not to hurt anyone
in my daily journey
to where I need to go
delivery on the way
something needs to be done
as the wind picks up
ten pages to slap the writing hand
and lose the train of thought
the wind picks up
and delivers confusion…

sixteen years

hard to believe
it’s been sixteen years
trying to bring back memories
without bringing back sadness
for those tough years
we could never forget
standing in the rain
shoes are going to get wet
hard to believe
sixteen years have passed
and it seems but a little more
than a blink of these eyes...