Sunday, January 8, 2012

~TREES~


Roots take wings to fly the free skies

TREES
always dig deeper
arbourtoreum motto
overheard over soft heads
TREES
buzz wires with your dew
electro-static-elecric
Symbiotic life depends
TREES
Codependent tree
Cocreative being
Corelative life
TREES
full of glory be
once eons of nights push past
twined burlap sacks hold tight
TREES
Have your fill of the fullness of soil
let it curl between your furled rivlets
making wide your berth
TREES
a new day dawns
for meet and greet trees
never flinching always swaying
TREES
never grinding sometimes creaking
as you as tree life have always gone this way
TREES
slipped beneath the screams of other plants
you never yelled like my philadenrons
you took your fate like a slab of meat
TREES
as you like it, to go with the flow of destiny
always always unafraid
how you knew how to
TREES
stand your ground so tall and proud
grandfathered into existence this quality of yours
besides your fine grain of rings circling years around you
TREES
even after the high-pitch of chainsaw in the distant fields
came inching closer to your neck of the woods
remember how I heard the noise first
TREES
my heart lept from my heart into your segmented arms dalled limbs
staring me down and you showed me
how to make heart wreaths from your spliced prunings
TREES
I tried to warn you
to save you
to sit in you all day and night
TREES
a vigil of a tree-sitter
a verifiable tree-hugger
a definite tree-lover
TREES
but you were already dead or very near
hanging by a thread your lifeblood sucked
like marrow from your sap
rotted from the inside out tree cancer burls
we make clocks out of these
TREES
by the thought of human's insensitivity to this dead wood almost
but that's ok being fenced in like this?
heard in the after distance an altar by the highway
TREES
the slishslosh of snowy in day on a January sunday
as cars make double time to return to slow down
as the sunsets so low too bright for eyes
TREES
you trees stand between me and the sun
but the sun is winning
as my eyes can no longer see for me beyond the stars and between the hours
of hazy misty foggy auras of past tree life
TREES
of trees that should have been there
to stop my blindness now
unaccustomed to the intensity of life without trees
TREES
make a speech for i am speechless
not painless save you of the white birch society
as gripping is this hypnotic passing of shadows
TREES
flash past me trees on the long drive
first igniting then searing my brain
ocular so tied into the brain
TREES
finding my hands cannot block the sun
when holding them up to sunglassed eyes
as endless as summer searching for stop stop stop
TREES
these trees incessant and endless mindnumbing starbursts
overpowering overwhelming my whelping mind
like a bright lighthouse or blue oysters
TREES
a cult of more cowbell at this bovine's expense
when then, what did I see
but a billion universes I cannot explain
TREES
how funny to see me sitting there stunned and stoned
by artless artifice
when full force open to eternity these lasers
TREES
burnt rivulets into my mushbrain full of gray trees now
of canaries mice and men and dull yellow birds in brain cages
salvaging my soul, a saving grace; the light that saved me
TREES
who's shadows flicker across the cerebellum
blinking of those twinkly light bulbs
the on off of neuroluminosity this way of being able to see
TREES
and now my eyes can see their own vessel as all is blood red as sun now
in my ocular migraine called ouch
tears of crimson tinge fall down like iron bullets to the dground
TREES
falling down rain stained tears
to meet on your feet
never hold back the potential of the seeded one
TREES
stretch up to the sky and tell your story
as you see the big picture clearly now
which is for us quite small considering your size
TREES
as we remember a time, not long ago
when humans were beechnuts, not as kind to you
as you were to us
TREES
sheltering us from swelter no matter the weather
storms sleet and hail
keeping us warm through the ice ages
TREES
they nailed a sign on you
No Trespassing
Trees; Forgive Us Our Trespasses
TREES
let us now lean upon you
adore your massive elephantine trunks
as they feed us your sublime life energies
TREES
God gave us this proud stand of trees
in the Co-Creator Universe we feed
So never remove the source, the tree
TREES
from the equation
as you've held your ground for so long
gave us swingtime on willowy branches
TREES
from your limbs we played Tarzan all day
rounded your trunk holding hands and singing
ring round the Rosey
TREES
made love on your blanket of fallen leaves
the persian carpet of longing desires
we dreamed there
TREES
pined for your forested floors
to cover us one day
but today
TREES
we sup under the fragrant pines
lungs take in the airy breeze
blowing in the wind
TREES
a lovely day
to sup en pleine aire
with a bear and a picnic basket
TREES
please delve deeper into the abyss of our shadow'd souls
known as the human unconsciousness,
only trees are conscious in this sleepy illusion
TREES
as we are the trees worst nightmares
so waken from the sleep state of the unconscionable
the time has come when we as humans
TREES
if we are to find anything of worth here
we have found this thing in the tree
this pure life force of radiant energy
TREES
as anything can be humanly possible
especially surrender to the force
that rocks the cradle of the earth
TREES
recall the times when
we were all one
the sad remembering
TREES
Yo trees
help us wake up!
wake up and smell the Yew Brew
TREES
as deep as four fathoms five
these redwood trees did reach
all the way to our Echo Beach
TREES
roots and all went down, down, down
dug in deeper the low down
as beauties balanced YinYang
TREES
as these forces converged in
energy held in que
all perfect as it should be
TRESS
in the Art of Zen and tree gardens
we found peace
the trees clamber to be climbers
TREES
long to make us a coat of their bark
they never bark orders
but subtlely awakened us
TREES
with LOVE
to touch down and reach the unfurled sky
gather close
touch the sun's illuminating rays
TREES
feel warmed by the solar energizer
engineered by trees interface
in the middle of all kinds of weather
TREES
Listen Empathe
I hold you near
signal for the time of the regrowth sequence
TREES
forgoe retribution with redistribution
think not of the past but focus on the future
our ers as your parent-caregiver
TREES
are now our heirs apparent needing to live
grow along with us,
in our own time,
TREES
and through the many generations to come
as the human faces the cold future winds
with your hand hold us still
TREES
keep us from quivering and shivering and turning blue without you
it is a pipeline to our souls
your trunks we yearn to embrace as one of us
TREES
holding unto a memory stored in your data banks your tree dna
as there comes a time when our own grandparents walked this lane alone
thinking the same thing; what does the future hold
TREES
so they held onto you with their dear life
and prayed you'd hear them and anwer their prayers
and you prayed along with them
TREES
a direct connect to the maker of all that is this
here and now on the planes of illusion
the dream mets us were we stood standing as one LOVE
TREES
to make a stand
this stand of trees holds poignant ground
All who would live in you
TREES
bush babies, sparrows and chickadees
crows and ravens, too numerous variety
all differentiated by the differential of variant energies
TREES
all needed to become the unified LOVE field we need to escape the illusion
into the world we were meant to live in as ONE LOVE
squirrels and hawks, racoons and others who woefully longed for the shade
TREES
in the dry desert
in the mid-summer noon-day sun
trees were like the cool midnight moon
TREES
bathing us in effervescent life energies
and always their unbroken their wings the tree rings did record
in record time the memories of our energies here
TREES
we are unaware of this
yet
their tenacious grasp lived in both worlds at once
TREES
and they were always at their best when up to bat
rooting for us humans
giving us the needed oxygen to go the miles we have gone before
TREES
always gave us sure footing, to behoove us
never to make a snare for our feet unless some other vine was unintentionally invited
inside our Eden
TREES
caught us off guard as these monstrous living enties could only watch us
destroy them
without tearing our hearts out and eating them
TREES
to hear their tormented cries would drive us insane
so we cannot hear their pitch entirely
as axe had dug deep into the heart of this being
TREES
we think can't help but feel sorry for the trees
Our new renewal is to make tree life happen
to give a wider berth than normally alotted
TREES
as trees needs this doing to making
as so alive we will become when this forest undulates with energies alive
full of hidden potential unleashed by life
TREES
this hustle bustle of bursting through jungle life
and at the same time we sew through the see-through
those seams that bind us all together
TREES
so that all will be as it did seem to be then as it is now
it is so
to be so now we sew. we repair. we fix.
TREES
idyllic, we make the world
so sophoric as altogether we are divine
the keepers of this forested glen
TREES
this utopia of cornucopia from plant life tofruit bearing trees
heavily-laden with heavy turned light bodied offerings
of us feasting at the harvest table
TREES
no longer a threshing machine to cut off life
but a place where life is imbued with continual goodness of good life
energies of noncombustible perpetual energy
TREES
emotionally satisfying our cravings for life in all ways
our tables bursting;
we then sing like birds in the trees we made to happen
TREES
as keepers of the garden
we keep healthy
thank-you trees for many your rich blessings
TREES
as birds of a feather kindly take to the skies
singing songs of the bluebird of happiness
a whole other world we make it here and now
TREES 
And so on this day, all the trees died
as soon humans followed
and on this day, one of many
TREES
the planet became a lonely place again
as the linear protrusions of dead roots
lifted their lifeless fingerlings
TREES
to a cold gray everyday sky
hands held tight, close the heart of the
earth's internal beat we cannot hear
TREES
but the tree listens and grows according to the seasons
and in witner the energy stored practically used for
all intents and purpose to bare more fruit
TREES
for all the children who inhabit this wooden house
a treehouse of sorts, a fun place to raise the kids
around the fresh air that oozes from each pungent
TREES
cedar and oak, every endless song of multiple variety
bore their nakedness
to the elements year after year
TREES
stoic trees
you rise from the container
which held you in her arms
TREES
held this tightly all together
wrapped up like a beautiful present
always feel the heart beat
TREES
the living sap of sugar energy
coating the viens of woody flesh with plant life
in lieu of rocks
TREES
trees are alive like us
sentient beings facing
the same quandry of life and death
TREES
food or none
water or drought
good times or bad
TREES 
all this round mound of mother earth
into the woods,
the earth under the trees
grows rich with her growth
TRESS
year after year
leaving leaves as compost
a composition as lovely as a painting
TREES
breath deeply now as the life under rooted timber
inhaled her deep oxygenated soul
so within her being I could feel her lung-like branches
TREES
billowing in my face this
clean oxygenated air refreshing my mind body and soul
thanks to the trees
TREES
all said when they tasted her fresh air process
breath out the energized tree molecules
let loose the trees to live
TREES
to breath and let breath the other creatures
who inhabit the
holding onto their mother like a hug
TREES
deep into the ground the tress holding onto
for so dearly, so tenderly the earth in turn
carresses the trees, giving way as need be
TREES
allowing the fingers of earth's lungs
to expand into yet unknown reaches
finding the sun, exchanging light for air
TREES
clinging and clutching
the tree makes soil for the earth's
consciousness want verdant green firelds of trees
TREES
swaying
billowing
dancing
TREES
in the wind
finding sun
as all interdependents
TREES
know that
they need to survive
by being one amazing energized
TREES
infused with respect each element
bends forms and reforms matter
as spirit, trees echo our lives
TREES
youngster, teenager and adult
as all life is replayed in trees
the rings in their trunks
TREES
speak of time in eons not years
as ancient trees
the ancestor now fossilized
TREES
leave behind a wealth of living knowledge
of the health and welfare of a community
before man
TREES
had ever touched foot upon the earth
the trees stood before
waiting for us
TREES
with open branches
holding onto us, reaching deep into the memory soil
the knowing woman
TREES
mother earth
and into our hearts
swinging
FREES
falling
replace the soil with yearly toil
TREES
their lives
outlive
our hours

Chiccoreal

1 comment:

  1. Trees are the backbone of our earth of our life!

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