wildflowers monadh sweet gifts of nature's perfection 010314 ... the swinger of birches on that day under a new bohemian sun i'd pour myself that tea and let you strum your guitar on the front steps on concrete warm on something sweet strong little melodie strong little verse i'd listen to something only you could give me something only you could say something only i could feel maybe we would go to galveston on bikes and watch carefully the sand dunes rise and then recede or i'd pick wildflowers in the cow fields up along the shore you'd collect those seashells and then we'd sit down all sunny eyed and calm sunny eyed and convinced that everything was fine and for that few seconds perfection had been found perfection had been kept and that my friend is something better than all those minutes perfection had been lost 010315 ... monadh Spring's sweet gifts of mercy 010508 ... monadh their petals laden with the falling_rain like sleepy_eyed dreamers 010612 ... birdmad in the spring they grew in orange, yellow and white from the lower edges of the forests through the rolling desert and even in the cracks of the city sidewalks soon, as always, they will be deathly dry and a lightning strike will return those colors to life, but in a much less idyllic manner. acres of scorched earth 010613 ... Tank when i was a child my mother gave my sister and i a patch each of the back garden. she said we were to do with it what we wished. i brought myself a pack of wild flower seeds and stood there one afternoon and threw the seeds any which way onto the bare, brown earth. if i remember correctly only the cornflowers bloomed. i never wanted to tame flowers. i never wanted to tame anything. everything seemed perfect as it was. maybe that is why they set out so purposefully to tame me... 010613 ... emmi i would have to say they are my favourite. they bring back one of very few happy childhood memories...running wild by the railway, picking wildflowers. i remember i thought the white ones that droop looked sad so i didn't pick them, it made me sad to look at them. 060429 what's it to you? who go blather from