Don't rest!
You can't!
I know...
I know I can't rest,
rest my head on your shoulder,
cause you wouldn't understand.
Wouldn't understand this wild river I have.
It never rests.
Never rests, it flows in my head,
until it explodes.
My head explodes, from the wild river I have.
Day and night, it never stops,
it flows and flows,
until I explode.
I know, everyone has this wild river,
but never the same.
So you wouldn't understand
why I can't rest my head on your shoulder.
But oh, how I want that to feel.
Feel the love you share,
give me a lake,
the lake of peace and rest I couldn't get,
before I sink and drown myself to my death.
Everyone has it's own river, I know.
But I couldn't let you drown, like I do.
Come to me, whenever it gets dark,
rest your head on my shoulder.
I give you my lake,
my heart,
and the peace I want.
Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin,
the KGB dictator the West has been courtin’.
Evoking Swan Lake by revealing his black heart;
for democracy he obviously has no regard.
Salmon pink horizon beguiles as I towel dry
Upon a muted canvas morphs hues at sunset.
The lake decants of its waders and pontoons.
Mirrored waters tranquil—a soothing elixir.
Tidy up and make camp for the night.
The campsite invited blissful slumber.
Natural waters reflected frond umbrellas.
An artificial lake at once sequestered.
Fuchsia shades spackled across dusky skies.
All had surfaced—I dove into a lost horizon.
flowing on a lake
of full-grown orchids and smoke...
through my lover's eyes
each bloom becomes a wasteland
in water-colored amber.
~
dusk of summer glides
tracing our mild water's bend...
sighs echo farewell
2nd place
A lake surfaces between mammoth bones.
The valley once was a bowl for giant daisies.
Wind-blown swells feed now the open gills
of minnows, they are shuffled around
like silver clouds.
The fluid dance of the sunlight is rich
with the minuscule bones of long risen memories,
nowadays they are saltlicks for the deer who pass
to graze upon the dreaming waters.
Small stones on the shoreline take the form
of great forest beasts not seen since the trees
were pod bearing and leafless.
Once dinosaurs swam in these waters,
now they undulate under the mottled trout
as the ripples of an ever-ongoing language.
JANUARY 2024
Hello, person.
My person, who bathes and drifts in the steaming lake of blue
And chirps a melody of solitude
While strumming the oak guitar for the blaze.
Hello to you--
If you want to hear my thoughts.
My person, whose eyes bleed of the weeping willow's dye,
Who holds the warmth of the stars in their skin,
Who holds the wisps of frail roots in their hair,
Lashes swooping down like evergreen branches.
Hello, person
Who goes with the tide
And lets the moon take them whichever which way
When the blaze does rest and can't guide you any longer.
Hello, person
Who gets washed ashore.
Who loses themself.
Hello, to you--
If you'd like to stay a while.
The cattails and frogs were less than amused today
By mallard duck, dressed so weird down by the bay
Duck named Tuck was getting ready to dive
Bees laughed at him, and raced back to their hive
Damselflies and dragonflies flitted around merrily
They liked ducks who acted silly and prissily
Did you see his suit? It is from way back in the day
Is he going to dive? Do you think he’ll find his way?
These were all thoughts zooming around the bay
His pink inner tube was ridiculous, by the way.
Jump already the marsh said to the crazy duck.
But he chickened out, this duck named Tuck.
choppy and cold river, white foam is gathering as if it has been in a blender
there is no sound this morning, no bird speak, no crickets, it is silent
I dipped my hand into the water, it was freezing like a frozen halibut.
A peanut butter cup made its way to my mouth, I tasted salt and chocolate
I could smell fish this morning, a dead bass or bluegill, most probably.
Feeder Lake
There Is A Lake
Reserved For Silence.
And Nothing Left
To Lose...
Where A Sky Blue
Framing Border
Re-Flects
Every Shiver
Stippled On
A Softened Shore...
That Holds A Dam
Of Tears.
***
I Can Let Some
Flow Out.
But:
I Can't Remember
What The Tears
Are For.
***
I Used To Nearly
Leap Adrift In Sky
And Ride The Future
Rocks Be-Damned...
Into A Moonlit Sea.
*
I Used To Haunt
The Oaks All Night
Beside The Crippled
Creek Where Glowing
Green Embers Howled
And Croaked.
*
But I Can't Feel
Why I Cry-ed Those
Tears - Why I
Fought
Or Drank
Or Choked.
To The Lava Core
It WAS!
Where?
***
I Used To Sob
Over The Flavor
And The Texture
Of Your Skin...
And Hair
And Breathless
Both We Wept
Together There...
And Then
Apart.
***
But I Don't
KNOW
What Those
Tears Are For!
Any More!
***
Irrigation.
Evaporation.
Precipitation.
Flowing,
Pooling,
Kept.
Make The Desert
Red And Wet.
-Gray Squirrel
06-27-2025
Life is a rollercoaster of emotions
Once you are happy,
In a blink you're sad:
Or in a glimpse of a rage memory,
you'll feel at lost,
regretful of the past.
Our mind's a spring of feelings,
it's up to you
how you react.
Forgive yourself
Is one wise act.
Forgive others
Is a perfect path.
Your real self
Is in a nutshell.
You can hide it well
With words of lie,
But your acts
Cannot deny,
quietly speak high.
True kindness,
True goodness,
True depth
Of one's mind;
Our heart,
Like the lake,
Though calm at summer,
Angers in a
Stormy weather.
In a point of time,
Your shadow fades;
Conceals
Your true shade.
summer season by the lake-water warm
black flies swarm, in boat’s wake
floating dock moored to a stake
mallard ducks follow the drake
The skiff chug's along
toward the end of the lake
where the tall peaks are.
When I cut the outboard
high snowcapped mountains
dived down into the still water,
below,
eagles flew under the hull.
A panoramic sky rolled under me.
my red and yellow float
became briefly entangled in
a high white cloud.
A fat trout slipped around a deep sun.
No way to catch that.
There's a widow that sits beside the seaside
The sun shines on her face
There’s a morning light that cries
and sits beside her place
And there is an eye
That melts at the touch
It’s hidden not much
For a fake
Did you know the greatest treasure lost
Was found at the bottom of a lake
The widow sits beside
its hand she shall take
So why won’t you take my hand
Take me away
I’m tired of sitting,
Dying by my lake
There's a heart that melts at the touch of ray
So why do you think that there's so much to say
It rats on the ribs
Like its awake
But it's just trying to find a lovely place to stay
So won’t you bottle up my treasure
It needs a place to hide
It doesn’t really like this place
But I take you know
This water is made inside
And it loves and floods this place
Like it was born to flow outside
I need to see it just one last time
Before I find a way to leave it behind
There's nothing here that I’ll miss
But the feeling of the lovely sun’s kiss
There's a shadow that sits beside the seaside
The sun shines on her face
There’s a morning light that cries
and sits beside her place.
Lake Of Fire
The Earth is unbound.
Sin to cancer.
The dead are judged accordingly.
If your name is not written in the book of life.
The living is saturated and blind.
Below will be anguish and cries.
You will become pillars of salt.
You can run to the mountains.
You are nothing but flesh and blood.
Judgement is near.
The lake of fire.
Worship false idols if you must.
There is no place to run.
You can’t breathe without me.
The flesh becomes nothing.
The Fallen Away.
rhinestones on the lake
glorious sparkling water
poor persons diamonds
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