Hey everybodi....I need help for a poetry contest, Let me know which one of the following you like best by leaving a comment at the end of this post. Pleassssse let me know what you think, thank you.

Mercury

every one knows the feeling told
a dot, contained, an arrow flat
lines and beyond lines
beautiful is forgotten, words are forgotten
circle to circle, center red is struck
blink, but stare
sprouted feathers explode
with ground falling, air and more air
tis what we owe -
pleasure of first shot in season blossoming
come yee - carrier and archer, let me feel
so that I know, what is real
a burning heart, with winged angel
it proclaims:
"for a time your eyes may be unblind,
this I give the power of chance
vision of true and a mind, unwritten
some take with pain, some leave bear
only the wise, shut thou eyes,
to reveal what is truly there"

Sitting Tiger, Pouncing Bloom

A bed of premature buds sit waiting.
Sprouting elegantly aside the paved ways.
Raised up and growing firm.
A passage which we all will learn.
Let it unfold like the jewel from a lotus,
Rooted in the mud yet ever above it.
A hand offering Excalibur to combat spontaneous woes,
A blooming lifesaver in hopeless waters,
Some bankrupt souls see gold to collect.
Yet others will trail seeds of greed.
As every step I take is followed by some other,
I must complain,
Let the petals please.
Its impression is beyond organic.
Retain it so as not to obtain it.
Just one petal’s presence,
Is evidence of an underlying law.
Its purpose will touch,
If you leave it uncut.
A bloom,
In the state from which it flowered,
Is a tiger catching fish with its tail
Unexpected, yet pleasantly effective.

A Generic Magazine Shop

Life needs to be turned on and my face is the switch plate
Is it revolutionary to be me without getting a handshake
All I see is you passing fears at the dinner table
Please pass the salt as air has had a better taste
Now, to wonder why we changed the style of freedom
I can't keep up with rules that run faster with pumped up shoes
I don’t want to see my self in a magazine
with someone who looks just like me
I was uneducated, cold bold faces attacked me like the day I was born
Now I know because of easily accessed words
Words that are repeated without my brain interfering
Really, it's not true, my secret path has been paved over
I’m collecting the toll for a four lane highway
I'll allow you all to come in but my face wont budge
I’ve stopped the electricity to my smile
because my brain couldn’t pay the bill
Tissue was writing checks that blood couldn't cash
Oxygen pays the bills around here, and it was sent for a checkup
Spent all its cash on back alley plastic surgeons
who told it what to be
The token brain was in the waiting room reading up
on the latest type of cleavage
All while his thoughts were plotting a riot
hoping for knowledge to go on vacation
Man has been blemished from the end of four feet -
to four feet taller on two feet
Though it has always been said a beautiful berry is bad to eat
Why do we let our eyes be the landlord,
how do they know when they can't see inside
It’s time to be turned inside out, like a bad episode of star trek
Pinning my heart to my forehead
would be less bloody than emotion starting a civil war
I just have to realize there is more to loose on the inside
So why does green sooth us so,
so much so that fingers take on mind of their own

Feeding the Three

For fear of tomorrow
With no recollection of the yester steps
We spend time as we breath,
Conscious of it or not
And that is this cause, which we try to scratch
It is in that spot in the middle of our back
Bear bark just seems to lack
Who is this ‘I’ that is not satisfied?
Lurching from a womb every minute
A beggar, a father, scientist, or simplest
Created from a craving that was educated through ignorance
One more day of knowledge
One more day the three get fatter
Why walk out in the sun and say it is hot
Why walk out in the rain and say it is wet
It is what it is, does it matter to you
Do you direct the cosmos?
Why weigh the world,
When the world is weighted with you
Is this not biased?
Seeing things through your eyes
Your mind disects yourself into things
Because of this challenge we will suffer much
We will separate our love and our hate
Without ever knowing either one
Our lives are filled up to the brim
So life can never get in
We write books and keep them on shelves
For permanent memory and aesthetic sake
But what need do we have of them?
If only they could be recycled,
Our resources – us- are running low
Running faster so as not to be caught
The free beings are ever endangered
We suck them up and compound them
Use their bodies as ink, and prink what we think they would say
But never are these words able to emulate the freedom
Who dances to make the moon smile?
Who climbs mountains to greet the tips?
There are too many purposes, pretending to be people
I have yet to meet a man able to free the three

Singing for the Seeds

Singing on forgetting
Forests are relenting
Bambi knows, if you’re not cute you go
The creatures lost their love for living
While dying for giving
Men don’t need
More
More for weeks beyond and before
And when a mind has made up
That god bestowed
Some power for men to imagine power
And be gods of their own every dinner hour
To think we know our needs
Our taste is acquired
Over
More over instinct is fired
The pestilence has hold
Blindness unfolds for every hit
Addiction applied
No ones admitting
I’m alive despite your giant shadow
A head too big to think for its own
Fueled by a green origami hamster
Speaking your thinking
The voice of millionaires
Just happens to be heard
For your best interest
Amazing or just a glazing?
In a garden is where I confide
Footprint next to paw print
It’s not a law but against the way
By living through loving
Is a warm bed at night
At the end
Respect as if
The self in thyself
Myself is yourself is connected milk
Under the sun, wonders expand
Dirt turns to sand and replenishes
A dropped berry
To chance but grow a hundred berries
Dough rises to reflect
For, there’s no mystery
Why the seeds grow

Barbed Sky 

Its so fake. My clothes, my things, my apartment. Why do I feel this? Something that I call reality, is really only just what I call it, and would be the same whether I call it anything or just nothing. How can I see the world without unconsciously deceiving myself? Everything has its own purpose, who am I to say what that purpose is. Why do I care, why do I ask “why do I care”? labeling things doesn’t let me know them, because to know is to not question. I sat in a bench today, in the sun, immobile. Hurried minds ran faster than their feet. I was the iron bench - and when people looked at me, they didn’t see me as me, only as a part of the scenery. Like the bricks stare at fools, the lamps light the ground at night, and time is an unknown dimension, even mocked when mentioned. If I could have condensed it for a moment, it would still be me on the bench, absorbed into that stationary reality. Ten minutes to sit, to sit. Ten minutes to see myself missing myself and then to bring me back. All corduroyed up and basting. But how I wanted to grab hold of the zombies and put new glasses on them, to raise them again from the dead

Who comes first? 

just to let everyone know...all the photos are taken by your very own...whenever things appear to look like a picture I tend to take them...just a glimpse at how I view the world

Thanks be to Tea 

I came back but I left something behind.
How trivial it all seems,
The other side of the world I have seen
Humans live differently
With respect to it all
Im not the same
But my life is
and that needs to change

Sea Shelter