WILD TREE GROANS

In sweet love I roamed Thought only to last a while.

Sweet indurance I groaned. My life Categorized, Filed.

In check and not out of place.

But how am I? That I, A man, Can’t get stinkin wild!

Not letting my ways get Old, decreped, Defiled.

I once was 5,6,7,8,9. It was good. Life was fine.

Feeling like everyday was lived in heaven

Beating on pots and pans. Playin in my momma’s garden

Watching the swaying of the trees Tall, Strong, Induced into soil.

Rain and sun spoiled , Trees swaying, Out of tune and place. Not even with a pace. And yet it was beautiful.

To their own rhythmic dance Cascading up and down.

The most beautiful sky. It made me feel so nonexistent And high.

My thoughts were ripe for making. Ripe for the taking

As I was transcending into the plain of imagination and make-be-leave.

As in LEAVE MY MIND ALONE. RYAN ISN’T HERE NOW. ADVENTURE

Blows my mind

You wanna know what’s wild? When my minds gets blown.

Like when I put chick-fa-le sauce on Papa John’s Pizza My mind gets blown.

Like when I set on the swing at school Looking into the grimed muked river. My mind gets blown.

My brain cells get thrown against. And around the edges and corners Of every thought I’ve ever had

Cause I’ve  experienced something new. A different taste. Something grew.

No matter, Even if I’ve come there before.

A new life. A new day. A new context. A new heartfelt prayer.

Growing in the arms of love. Groaning in my existence.

At times. Yeah. Sure. I’ve done that.

But in moments like these My mind is rampant And wild.

I wanna take a bubble bath With my legos. And make battle ships.

And then eat cinnamon mini’s egos Like I did when I was a kid.

5,6,7,8,9. Those aren’t the times.

I’ve misconstructed myself in some way. It’s what that I’m missing today.

It’s my mojo And wildness And my groove.

Yeah sure. I remember when the trees used to move To the offset groove,

But life isn’t offset. It’s planed.

God made it. Constructed it into man.

Therefore I am.

I am here! I am here! In wildness and in fear.

I’ll follow. Where do you lead me? Cause I wanna be wild again