could it be called finicky
choosing food that has no face
frying bugs for lunch
saving the bum of human race
ice cubes on a plate
the vegan special best of all
zero fat and zilch of sugar
plus low cholesterol
wash it down with soda water
full of bubbles large and small
satiety in the belly
can it last from spring to fall
feed for livestock toasted oats
rainforests on the brink
those above in cushy seats
have no brain to think
on a palette
of the painter
red tint
when the answer is
nothing!
there is the hint
words can harm
and other heal
what cannot be said
in the throat we seal
thick skin as a rhino
back with no spine
time smooths out all shards
broken glass only a sign
emotions running wild
smashed into thick spread
the outside encounter
still lives in the head
static noise
on the line
tells me
all is fine
jittery
on edge
coffee
smells divine
beads of color
precious gift
love shared
on a line
life purpose
full of
guided steps
taken by design
for some
its kids
for some its
glass of wine
there is no
right or wrong
a way that is
defined
oneness in
solitude
the life story
of mine
A strike of greatness
Buzzing in the ears
Who can say
They have no fears
The first one will get the worm
And the last one likely the will
Where there is persistence
Mental chatter is overkill
Study and work hard
The boss will pay you well
They have grease on their elbows
And the soul to sell
Time will come
When all is healed
Even vanity
Will disappear
In tears of joy
High with the birds
Ecstatic dance
Lost for words
Soaring
