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 to 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?
On 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