Too high a price

With the sun in my eyes
And on my cheeks
The music clutching my soul and tapping my hands
I realize
Suddenly
That I pay to high a price for this frown I wear
It is I who strains to be unhappy
I who forces the muscles
Down

When they don't have to work nearly as hard simply to let loose
And lose this grimace
For no reason at all.
Except that the world is hard.

And I am letting it harden me.
No!
For I pay too high a price
When I let my joy be stolen by the million other sadnesses or callouses or seriousness or carefulnesses
Of this place.

It's not my home
And I won't pay the
Tax

Fly on the wheel fingers, fly up and flit to the beat.
Let them revel in the sun and feel the mouth float up too
To
See You.

Alive

None of us get out of here
Alive

No none. But faith
Created in our hearts in our mouths
Shows us the beauty in
Death and suffering. Faith.

Give us this daily bread.

Grains

Like standing on the sand in the moonlight
Looking up
At the twinklings we can
Assume
Are stars. Created
So we can look
Up
At them
Or

So they can look down
On us
And see us twinkle in
Response.

Do not be so gentle

immovable you
you
make the
land. land
on me
with such force
god I am begging
do not be so gentle.
bring your voice
over my life.
immovable you
you
make the
freedom.
to
turn
my
head.

now
let. us all as one
sit closer next to
the emptiness
surrounding the
chairs that have no
hope of ever
being introduced to
a friendly loving
hand.
that leads to a
face
as immovable as yours.