Rotten fruit in leaves.
Seeds grow through sour dead pulp.
Reach for the sun in vain!

Falling Down

Red leaves falling fast.
Covering my broken street.
Rest! -- Stirring shows cracks.

She blows a warm wind.
Calming and soft -- she speaks slow.
Her words carry me.

Hanging loose, I drift.
Floating on clouds, sinking deep,
we settle and sleep.

Clean Up on Isle Two

My heart runneth over.
Love -- Caring -- Lust -- Desire
Spill to the tile.

Light and chemicals.
My creative tools today.
Set to blow your mind!

Killing time? For shame!
A whole day lost is tragic.
Find it! -- Recoup your loss.

"Strike while the iron's hot!"
This fruit's ripe, ready to squeeze.
Quick! -- Soon it will rot.

Leaves fall, hopes go dull.
Just wait, won't take forever!
Redemption on hold.

i can live without

which just shows how strong I am

my skin, it's tough too.