THOUGH I AM AN ARTIST

i am going toward the stick
to utterly award a tree,
the Nobody shall stop not me
burst first
Love         , the unopened
envelop of life ~ the reckless
oral pink truth
begging life and love
the impulse of life
i will have
a   l o n g    d r e a m
i   saw the opening window of my
house Spring givings
across the air and floor
worms rushing through loam.
is where music that touches
hearts and words like painting
pierces through life-dreams
is what i am this ‘always here.’

:: 05-19-2016 ::