Every Day is like Summer with You

We live in a fishes’ water
We fly in their ocean blue.
And even when frozen over,
Every day is like summer with you.

Your voice makes my cheeks turn rosy
And your touch makes me melt alive
While I may pretend this is easy,
You’re burning me up inside.

I turn on the AC: icy.
I’ll sit in my freezer door.
But I know the moment you walk in,
I’ll lose my cool once more!

Dear, when we’re walking slowly,
And our fingers entwined swing free...
I hardly think of the tough times.
I’m just glad you’re walking with me.

We stroll through the changing seasons,
And fall drops as winters do.
Your kindness, like spring, it warms me.
Every day is like summer with you.

Requite to Carnal Helotry

Cathedral ceilings echo the gong-like tenor like a pendulum; the sound sweeps through the room back and forth. Back and forth. It shakes the pale flesh of the fatted beings as they stand in line, one behind the next. They don't converse, let alone make eye contact. In their strained hands lie the possesions they once held dear, and the things that they continue to prize. The only movement they make is the slow march toward the counter of fate, where the beings will pay the debt for anything they carry in their hands.

Each pale being cluthes to different items in his or her arms, yet there is a consistency among them. The cost for what they admire is an eternal desire for perishable jewels and mortal fame. Though their commodities won't last, their fervor does. Once the beings leave the counter of fate, they make their way to the back of the line once again. They will do this for their entire existence, as they are far too blind to see the world beyond the line they paved themselves. This is the same line we have paved for ourselves. I call it our requite to carnal helotry. You can call it shopping.

Footsteps

You walk two steps and think one thing

"What, now, will my future bring?"

You skip a step and hop one more

And wonder what you're moving for.

What is the benefit of wondering what your future will be,

When you're stepping into it

With each movement of your foot?

Each skip, hop, and shuffle of your toes

Defines where you will be.

Choose wisely the corner you will turn.

The path you take will shape who you become.

A Walk Home

I walked out of school during the first week of classes at Western Technical College, and smiled as the cool breeze combed through my hair. I lifted my eyes toward the sky to find nothing but a baby blue sky speckled with dancing white clouds. The day seemed to be rejoicing in itself.

On a regular day, I would get a ride back to my house, but I could not ignore the beauty that surrounded me on every side. I wanted nothing more than to embrace this day.

I was on a walk with nature; and for the first time in a long time, I heard the birds sing beautiful songs. I saw the lush trees shake their branches in authority, and I felt the helpless crunch of a fallen leaf beneath my foot. The sensations were like nothing I've felt before. So distinctive, so pure. Why have I succumbed to my own obsession with the industrial life of society? I consider my actions a tragedy after seeing all the beauty I have so passively ignored.