The Sea Can See Everything About You
When you see the sea,
The sea, sees you.
You don’t know it,
But it knows your name too.
The sea, can see everything,
about you.
It can see,
That you’re a homosapien.
It can see that you have two eyes,
To see it with.
It can see that you’ve got two legs,
To walk towards it.
It can see that you listen to it,
With your two ears.
It can see that you have two arms,
To dive straight into it.
It can see that you love the sea,
Very much.
The sea, can see everything,
about you.
But wait...can it?
Is that everything though?
Two eyes, two legs, two ears,
two arms?
When you jump into the sea,
it jumps, into you.
That’s when it can feel your head,
and your heart too.
It can’t see it,
but it can feel it,
Through and through.
How is it in you?
Good question.
Because when you stop thinking with your head,
and you follow your heart,
the only thing you see,
is the sea,
and you.
Eye Saw My Reflection in a Rose
Eye saw my reflection in a rose:
Tasting flowery, smelling young,
Unwrinkled and fresh, a fur coat of chlorophyl,
Smiling with nothing but water and sunlight to drink.
I said no…no, no, no.
Eye saw my reflection in a rose:
Chopped at the waist, sold like gold,
Wrapped in hard paper, thorns too bold, ‘so trim them!’ and,
Expected to make someone else happy.
I said no…no, no, no.
Eye saw my reflection in a rose:
Dying in a pot of its own miserable piss,
Water murky, stem wilted, petals brown;
I became the rose I never saw,
Dead on the inside, shriveled on the outside.
Finally…
I was right, Eye was not.
I am a rose, but a rose I am not.
Unlike a rose, I rose to my feet,
As a human buds.
You Can Have Your Apple---And Eat It Too.
An apple is an hour in the New York City sun.
An apple is the criiiisp-y bit of a crème brûlée.
An apple is the ‘r’ your tongue feeeels on a roll.
An apple is the lump! of feathers under your neck every night.
An apple is the ‘you’re silly’ hug you give to your adopted-son.
An apple is a cappuccino at four? in the afternoon.
An apple fits inside the palm of your hand.
An apple,
is an apple,
And you can,
eat it,
too.
Eyes
Two tiny pupils.
One wide-open mind.
Two will see a world.
While the other sees nine.
Which Way?
One can go halfway;
But why can’t one go fullways,
or noways?
There are more ways to go sideways,
than ways to go upways.
(Us humans would need wings for that.)
We can go Westways, Eastways, Northways,
or Southways.
(All different types of sideways, as you know.)
When we do go Southways, Northways, Eastways,
or Westways,
We might possibly be driving on,
a highway.
And if there does exist a sideways,
There’s gotta be a downways and an upways.
But does there exist...
...a middle way?
Because my way,
combined with your way,
Either makes for a really good way,
or really, really bad way.
Our First
We all have that moment,
but not just a moment,
our first moment.
We have a lot of these first moments,
we do.
We all start out,
having our first love,
who happen to be our moms,
our first mom.
Our first mom leads us to our first hug,
with cuddles and a smile,
a first smile.
Our first smile leads us to our first laugh,
which we probably don’t remember,
Understandably.
Another thing we probably don’t remember,
is our first word.
Hopefully, it wasn’t a curse word.
Our first words lead us to our first sentence.
Our first sentence leads us to our first question.
Our first question leads us to our first meal,
A meal we actually asked for, of course.
Our first meal leads us to other first meals,
Like our first pizza,
Our first ice cream cone,
Our first bad burrito,
Which leads us to another first thing
I shall not explain...
But our first explanation,
Was probably present with our second love,
Our first relationship.
Our first relationship leads us to our first wound,
Our broken hearts.
But our first broken heart,
leads us to our first self-discovery.
And our first self-discovery,
leads us right back to where we started;
It leads us to love...
Not our first love,
Not our second love,
But it leads us to more love,
More specifically,
our self-love;
The most important kind of love,
You can have a first of.
