Today I choose full love
That grapples at my conscious edges
My error code
Tumbling down dark mode numbered lines,
Plainly and painfully
Guarding my thought patterns
That lead me away from full love
Which I choose to keep today
In my basket of offline organics
Springing to life within me.
Plant the seeds
Cultivate earth
Send in living mowers
Who fertilize
As they roam
To give back
As bio-available organics
That feeds seeds
Growing tall
Inviting insects
And more worms!
Rage at the antics talking heads play
Forced to surrender, no other way
Lost is ancient, history’s gone
For a game of dollars, enemy’s way
Has taken our diversity
Plants natural genome
Genetically modified, organic no more
Infecting, irreversible turned our seed
Unrecognized, sterile, stale,
Yet to talking heads playing games
A patent awaits the honeybees bum
To take from the farmer lands that his hands
Have nurtured and worked,
Life giving no more.
/end lawsuit
Memories across the sea
Home I had once known
I dreamed so long of far and wide
Now I’m lost here teary eyed
Of where to go, I’ve gone so long
Who can I be?
Each day filled with my new life
I’ve built ground up; organic
With whom I love beside my heart
Tender armed and open mind
So easily taking me
From across the sea
Wander so effortlessly
Underneath this apple tree
You don’t get to where you are
By building holes in attics.
There’re Devils grinning here
At these temptations crossroads.
Like my organic lover
Chastised in a bed of thorns,
I am too beaten into blood-let confessions,
Loosened until I am deliberated.
Happy because I have heaven.
Can you whistle to me magic?
Woop-de-woop.
A lovers forever magnetic
And I’ve left for Southern Texas, mom.