Red is for Birthdays
The color of celebration
Today is for merriment and veneration
Green is for prosperity
For nurture and nature
Praise be for the plenty
The green earth offers
The King was born
The days draw near
For when heaven and earth
Coexist in cheer
Nourishing and flourishing
Hydration leads to growth
But tea is good for stomachs
Not detoxifying my anxiety
I grow tea plants at home
I use water and soil
And eggshells, and coffee and tears
I give them something to drink
And I drink them
No sugar no milk
Maybe boba sometimes though
Green tea, Camelia Camelia
Black tea, Camelia Sinensis
Herbal is a last resort
If people can farm a mountain
You can conquer the plants at home
The strong need something
Something rich and sweet
To add and replace
The feelings of non-acquired taste
The weak want to hide
By hegemonic disconnect
Secure in anonymity
Add milk
Add sugar
Add honey and cream
Leave bitterness behind
Darkness unseen
If only daily life
Was as simple as morning coffee
Can you drown in palpitations?
Bitter,
Strong,
Resolute
Can you draw your own awakening?
Conscious,
Concerning,
Smooth
Is this right?
Stimulating,
Dark,
Cool
Do you want more?
A soothing weight between cup hands
An offering to brown used lips
Energy
Stay consistent,
Keep in character
Stories should make sense
But what is life
but a story
We tell ourselves again and again?
What is self
but an imaginary friend?
We are not heroes or villains
Only comic relief
To gambling spirits
And bad examples
We are nothing, but created
By God, by ourselves, and others
Beings of imagined communities
As players of the night
We linger, fuck and fight
To the breaking of new dawn
Rise, Immortal Spirit!
For freedom and escape
From the fairytales old wisdom tells
From the fiction that is shared reality.
The breeze likes to gossip
And play with my hair
As droplets do tricks
Upon rocky stairs
Hear them whisper and complain
Like a chorus girl’s refrain
Windy days are for dancing
Like reeds and sand
Rainy days are for singing
Under blankets and cover bands
Air and Water
Avatars of change
Peacefully adapting
As earth and fire
Fall away
How do rocks go astray?
How do they crumble and erode?
Broken crags and fallen stones
Protect and hold on to
Cliffs and slippery slopes
In anxious absence
Flounder and fracture and fester in mold
These rocks break and they batter
Building upon buildings
Mountains and shrines
Dark fallen towers
Of forfeited godliness
If only rocks could speak,
If they could sing and skip
Upon the highways of life
Then silence wouldn’t be home to stony hearts
And narrow paths wouldn’t be so cold
Soft but sharp
The loss of unseen ground
The fallen whims of the living
Unbroken and upright
An invitation to surrender
Into a flinching embrace
The fabricated unawares
Of accosting pests
Makeshift bedding
Lost, lush decorations
of many colored leaves
Sunk and crushed
By unconscious feats
Pixelated Priorities
Split screen attention
Flicky fingers
Making happy noises
Charming and robotic
Singledom is wasteful
Spread you attentions
Like chicken legs
Focus is for the old
Not the mickey mouse club
Multi-task like the pros
Who never misses an opportunity
To tell the latest news
As tweets become emergencies
Non carbonated lime-green
Rippling motions
of landlocked wetness
Consumerism not for consumption
Photogenic,
Allergenic,
An influencer’s water type feature.
This water is not for swimming
This water is not for drinking
It is for the ducks, the fish, the algae
Differing dwelling among dwellings
Leaf colored waters
Of drake-ish duties
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